And I shal with my sholders thee susteine:
Ne shall this labor do me any dere.

What so betide, come perill, come welfare,
Like to vs both and common there shal be.
Yong Iulus shall beare me company;
And my wife shal follow far of my steppes.
Now ye my seruantes, mark well what I say:
Without the town ye shall find, on an hill,
And old temple there standes, wheras somtime
Worship was don to Ceres the Goddesse:
Biside which growes an aged cipresse tree,
Preserued long by our forefathers zele.
Behind which place let vs together mete,
And thow father receiue into thy handes
The reliques all, and the Gods of the land:
The which it were not lawfull I should touch,
That come but late from slaughter and bloodshed,
Till I be washed in the running flood.

When I had sayd these wordes, my sholders brode,
And laied neck with garmentes gan I spred,
And thereon cast a yellow lions skin,
And therupon my burden I receiue.
Young Iulus, clasped in my right hand,
Followeth me fast with vnegal pace:

And at my back my wife. Thus did we passe,
By places shadowed most with the night.
And me, whom late the dart which enmies threw,
Nor preasse of Argive routes couid make amazde,
Eche whispring wind hath power now to fray,
And euery sound to moue my doubtfull mind:
So much I dred my burden and my feer.

And now we gan draw nere vnto the gate,
Right well escapt the daunger, as we thought:
When that at hand at sound of feet we heard.

My father then, gazing throughout the dark,
Cried out on me: Flee, son, they ar at hand.
With that bright sheldes, and shene armours I saw.
But when I knowe not what vnfrendly God
My troubled wit from me biraft for fere :
For while I ran by the most secret stretes,
Eschuing still the common haunted track,
From me catif, alas, bereued was

Creusa then my spouse, I wote not how :
Whether by fate, or missing of the way,
Or that she was by werinesse reteind:
But neuer sithe these eies might her behold:
Nor did I yet perceive that she was lost;
Ne neuer backward turned I my mind,
Till we came to the hill, whereas there stood
The old temple dedicate to Ceres,

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GEORGE GASCOIGNE.

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A LIFE OF THE AUTHOR,

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EZEKIEL SANFORD.

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LIFE OF GASCOIGNE.

GEORGE GASCOIGNE was the son of Sir George Gascoigne, in Essex. Having received the preparatory education under a private instructor, he was şent to Cambridge; and, after a term of residence not yet ascertained, removed to Gray's Inn. Law, however, appears to have occupied little of his time. It was his ambition to be a man of fashion and a courtier; and his expenses soon became so enormous, and his amendment so hopeless, that his father concluded to disinherit him. For a time, he endeavoured to support his former extravagance; but his necessities, at length, compelled him to seek relief in some other occupation; and, though this is known to have been his only motive in entering the army, his biographers speak of his being prompted by the hope of gaining laurels in a field dignified by patriotic bravery.'

In the army, he appears to have encountered many mishaps. He was appointed a captain, in one of the regiments employed by the prince of Orange to drive the Spaniards from the Netherlands; and the first adventure, of which we have an account, is a quarrel with his colonel. Which was to blame, we know not; but Gascoigne thought himself aggrieved; and he repaired immediately to Delf, determined, it is said, 'to resign his commission into the hands from which he had received it; the prince in vain endeavouring to close the breach between