and called Orcus, the god of oaths, to witness. See Buttmann, Lexilog, p. 436. 283 "O, long expected by thy friends! from whence Art thou so late return'd for our defence? Do we behold thee, wearied as we are With length of labours, and with, toils of war? After so many funerals of thy own, Art thou restored to thy declining town? But say, what wounds are these? what new disgrace Deforms the manly features of thy face?" Dryden, xi. 369. 284 --_Like a thin smoke._ Virgil, Georg. iv. 72. "In vain I reach my feeble hands to join In sweet embraces--ah! no longer thine! She said, and from his eyes the fleeting fair Retired, like subtle smoke dissolved in air." Dryden. 285 So Milton:-- "So eagerly the fiend O'er bog, o'er steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies." "Paradise Lost," ii. 948. 286 "An ancient forest, for the work design'd (The shady covert of the savage kind). The Trojans found: the sounding axe is placed: Firs, pines, and pitch-trees, and the tow'ring pride Of forest ashes, feel the fatal stroke, And piercing wedges cleave the stubborn oak. High trunks of trees, fell'd from the steepy crown Of the bare mountains, roll with ruin down." Dryden's Virgil, vi. 261. 287 --_He vowed._ This was a very ancient custom. 288 The height of the tomb or pile was a great proof of the dignity of the deceased, and the honour in which he was held. 289 On the prevalence of this cruel custom amongst the northern nations,