This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...was in view. Beneath a shady tree the hero spread His table on the turf, with cakes of bread, And with his chiefs on forest fruits he fed. They sate and (not without the god"s command) Their homely fare dispatched; the hungry band Invade their trenchers next, and soon devour, To mend the scanty meal, their cakes of flour. Ascanius this observed, and smiling said: "See, we devour the plates on which we fed." The speech had omen that the Trojan race Should find repose, and this the time and place. jEneas took the word, and thus replies (Confessing fate with wonder in his eyes): "All hail, O earth! all hail my household gods--Behold the destined place of your abodes, For thus Anchises prophesied of old, And this our fatal place of rest foretold. "When on a foreign shore, instead of meat, By famine forced, your trenchers you shall eat, Then ease your weary Trojans will attend, And the long labours of your voyage end. Remember on that happy coast to build, And with a trench inclose the fruitful field." This was that famine, this the fatal place, Which ends the wandering of our exiled race. Then, on to-morrow"s dawn, your care employ, To search the land, and where the cities lie, And what the men, but give this day to joy. Now pour to Jove, and after Jove is blest, Call great Anchises to the genial feast, Crown high the goblets with a cheerful draught, Enjoy the present hour, adjourn the future thought." Thus having said, the hero bound his brows With leafy branches, then performed his vows; Adoring first the genius of the place, Then earth, the mother of the heavenly race. The nymphs and native godheads yet unknown, And night and all the stars that gild her sable throne, And ancient Cybel, and Idaean Jove; And last his sire below and mother-q...