New idylles . e dead, we fhallat leaft appeafe their manes by giving them a peaceful grave. They defcended to the fhore, and there found extended onthe fand, a young man, beautiful as the fon of Maia. Unableto recover him, they interred the body on the fhore, fhed-ding their tears over it. Among part of the wreck thatwas fcatterd on the flrand, the fhepherds found a cafketfiUd with gold. What fhall we do with this money ? feidMifis. Idvl XVIII. THE TEMPEST. 61 Lamon. Let us keep it; not to be richourfelves, from thatthe gods preferve us ! but to reftore it to him that may claim it,or to give i
New idylles . e dead, we fhallat leaft appeafe their manes by giving them a peaceful grave. They defcended to the fhore, and there found extended onthe fand, a young man, beautiful as the fon of Maia. Unableto recover him, they interred the body on the fhore, fhed-ding their tears over it. Among part of the wreck thatwas fcatterd on the flrand, the fhepherds found a cafketfiUd with gold. What fhall we do with this money ? feidMifis. Idvl XVIII. THE TEMPEST. 61 Lamon. Let us keep it; not to be richourfelves, from thatthe gods preferve us ! but to reftore it to him that may claim it,or to give it them who want it more than we. The treafure, ufelefs and unknown to the avarice of men,remaind a long time in the hands of the two fhepherds. Theyat laft employd it in building a temple near the grave of theyoung man. Six columns of white marble, encircled by theivy, adorned its front, and within was placed the ftatute ofthe god Pan. Sweet Moderation ! to thee, and to the god Pan,was this temple 62 MIRTILUS AND CHLOE. Idyl XiX. MIRTILUS AND CHLOE. EARLY in the morning, Mlrtilus going out of thecottage found Chloe, his youngeft fifter, bufy in form-ing garlands of flowers. The dew glitterd on the flowers»and with the dew was mixd the tears of the little Chloe. MiRT. Dear Chloe, what will you do with thofe garlands ?Alas ! you weep. Chloe. And dont you alfo weep, dear Mirtilus? But»alas ! who woud not weep like us ! Did you obferve our mo-ther, in what diftrefs fhe was ! Before fhe left us, how fheprefled our hands in hers, and turnd away her eyes that were•filld with tears. MiRT. I faw it as well as thee. Alas ! our father ! he isfurely worfe than he was yefterday. Chloe. Ah! my brother, if hefhould die ! How he lovesus ! What carefles he bellows upon us, when we do what helikes, and what is pleafing to the gods. MiRT. O my fifter, how every thing is forrowful ! Myiamb comes in vain to càrefs me ; I almofl; forget to feed vain my ring-dove flutters up
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