| [18] | See Appendix, [Note XI.] |
| [19] | Gessius Florus. |
CHAPTER XIX.
——“The dead cannot grieve;
Not a sob, not a sigh, meets mine ear,
Which compassion itself could relieve;
Ah! sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, or fear;
Peace, peace, is the watchword, the only one here.”