And the fame of thy country revive in thy verse.
The proud wreath of victory round heroes may twine,
’Tis the poet who crowns them with honour divine;
And thy laurels, Pelides, had sunk in the tomb,
Had the bard not preserved them immortal in bloom!
Anonymous.
Jon Duan’s Tale.
A STORY OF THE CONFESSIONAL.
Know ye the place where they press and they hurtle,