nefs. Of fuch an intellectual procefs the knowledge has very rarely been attainable; but happily there remains the original copy of the Iliad, which, being obtained by Bolingbroke as a curiofity, defcended from him to Mallet, and is now by the folicitation of the late Dr. Maty repofited in the Museum. Between this manufcript, which is written upon accidental fragments of paper, and the printed edition, there muft have been an intermediate copy, that was perhaps destroyed as it returned from the prefs. From the first copy I have procured a few tranfcripts, and fhall exhibit first the printed lines; then, in a smaller print, thofe of the manufcripts, with all all their variations. Those words in the fmall print which are given in Italicks, are cancelled in the copy, and the words placed under them adopted in their ftead. The beginning of the first book ftands thus: The wrath of Peleus' fon, the direful fpring Of all the Grecian woes, O Goddess, fing; That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The fouls of mighty chiefs untimely flain. The ftern Pelides' rage, O Goddefs, fing, wrath Of all the woes of Gi cece the fatal fpring, That strew'd with warriors dead the Phrygian plain,, heroes And peopled the dark hell with heroes flain; Gill'd the fhady hell with. chiefs untimely Whofe limbs, unburied on the naked shore, Devouring dogs and hungry vuleures: tore, Since great Achilles and Atrides ftrove; Such was the fovereign doom,, and fuch, the will of Jove.. Whafe limbs, unburied on the hoftile fhore, Such was the fovereign doom, and fuch the will of Jove. Declare, O Mufe; in what ill fated hour Sprung the fierce ftrife,, from what of fended Power! Latona's. -Latona's fon a dire contagion fpread; And heap'd the camp with mountains of the dead; The King of Men. his reverend priest defy'd, And for the King's offence the people dy'd.. Declare, O Goddess, what offended Power Enflam'd their rage, in that ill-omen'd hour; fatal, hapless anger Tavenge the wrongs his injur'd priest endur'd; For this the God a dire infection spread, And heap'd the camp with millions of the dead;; The King of Men the facred Sire defy'd, And for the King's offence the people dy'd.. For Chryfes fought with coftly gifts to gain His captive daughter from the Victor's chain; Suppliant the venerable Father stands, Apollo's awful enfigns grace his hands, By these he begs, and, lowly bending down, Extends the fceptre and the laurel crown. For Chryfes fought by presents to regain coftly gifts to gain His captive daughter from the Victor's chain; 'Suppliant the venerable Father stands, Apollo's awful enfigns grac'd his hands, For thefe as enfigns of his God he bare, The |