The Epifode of the Death of CAMILLA.

Tranflated out of the Eleventh Book of Virgil's Aneids.

By Mr. STAFFORD.

N Death and Wounds Camilla looks with joy,
Freed from a Breaft, the fiercer to destroy.
Now, thick as Hail, her fatal Darts the Alings;
The two-edg'd Ax now on their Helmets rings.
Her Shoulders bore Diana's Arms and Bow:

And if, too ftrongly preft, fhe fled before a Foc.
Her Shafts, revers'd, did death and horror bear,
And found the Rafh, who durft purfue the Fair.
Near her fierce Tulla, and Tarpeia ride,
And bold Larina conquering by her fide.
These above all Camilla's Breaft did share;
For Faith in Peace, and Gallantry in War.
Such were the Thracian, Amazonian Bands,

When first they dy'd with Blood Thermodoens Sands.
Such Troops Hippolyta her felf did head,
And fuch the bold Penthefilea led,

When Female fhouts alarm'd the trembling Fields,
And glaring Beams shot bright from Maiden Shields,
Who, gallant Virgin, who by thee were flain?
What gasping Numbers ftrew'd upon the Plain ?
Thy Spear firft through Eumenius paffage found;
Whole torrents gufh'd out of his Mouth and Wound 3
With gnashing Teeth, in pangs, the Earth he tore,
And rowl'd himself, half delug'd, in his Gore,
Then hapless Pagafus, and Lyris bleed:
The latter reining up his fainting Steed;
The first as to his Aid he ftretch'd his Hand,
Both at an inftant, headlong, ftruck the Sand,
Her Arm Amaftrus next, and Tereas feel.
Then follows Chromis with her lifted Steel,

Of all her Quiver not a Shaft was loft,
But each attended by a Trojan Ghost.
Strong Orphitus, (in Arms unknown before,)
In Battle an Apulian Courfer bore.

His brawny Back wrapt in a Bullock's Skin,
Upon his Head a Wolf did fiercely grin,
Above the reft his mighty Shoulders show,
And he looks down upon the Troops below:
Him (and 'twas eafie, while his Fellows fled)
She ftruck along, and thus fhe triumph'd while he bled.
Some Coward Game thou didst believe to chace,
But, Hunter, fee a Woman ftops thy Race.
Yet to requiring Ghofts this Glory bear,
Thy Soul was yielded to Camilla's Spear.

The mighty Butes next receives her Lance,
(While Breaft to Breaft the Combatants advance,)
Clanging between his Armour's joints it rung,
While on his Arm his useless Target hung.
Then from Orfilochus in Circle runs,

And follows the Purfuer, while fhe fhuns.
For ftill with craft a narrow Ring the wheels,
And brings her felf up to the Chafer's Heels.
Her Ax, regardless of his Prayers and Groans,
She crashes thro' his Armour and his Bones.
Redoubled Stroaks the vanquish'd Foe fuftains,
His reeking Face befpatter'd with his Brains.
Chance brought unhappy Aunus to the Place:
Who ftopping short, ftar'd wildly in her Face.
Of all to whom Liguria Fraud imparts,

While Fate allow'd that fraud, he was of fubtleft Arts;
Who, when he saw he cou'd not fun the Fight,
Strives to avoid the Virgin by his fleight;
And cries aloud, What Courage can you fhow,
By cunning Horfemanfhip to cheat a Foe?
Forego your Horfe, and ftrive not to betray,
But dare to combat, a more equal way:
'Tis thus we see who merits Glory best.
So brav'd, fierce Indignation fires her Breaft

Difmounted from her Horse, in open Field,
Now, firft the draws her Sword, and lifts her Shield.
He, thinking that his Cunning did fucceed,
Reins round his Horfe, and urges all his speed,
His golden Rowels hidden in his Sides:

When thus his useless Fraud the Maid derides:
Poor Wretch, that fwell'ft with a deluding Pride,
In vain thy Country's little Arts are try’d.
No more the Coward fhall behold his Sire;
Then plies her Feet, quick as the nimble Fire,
And up before his Horfe's Head the trains;
When feizing, with a furious Hand, his Reins,
She wreaks her Fury on his spouting Veins.
So, from a Rock, a Hawk foars high above,
And in a Cloud with eafe o'ertakes a Dove;
His Pounces fo the grappled Foe affail,
And Blood and Feathers mingle in a Hail.
Now Jove, to whom Mankind is ftill in fight,
With more than ufual Care beholds the Fight.
And urging Tarchon on, to rage inspires.

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The furious Deeds to which his Blood he fires.
He fpurs through Slaughter, and his failing Troops,
And with his Voice lifts every Arm that droops.
He shouts his Name in every Soldiers Ears:
Reviling thus the Spirits which he chears.

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Ye fham'd, and ever branded Tyrrhene Race, From whence this Terror, and your Souls fo base? When tender Virgins triumph in the Field,. Let every brawny Arm let fall his Shield, And bieak the coward Sword he dare not wield. Not thus you fly the daring She by Night; Nor Goblets, that your drunken Throats invite.. This is your Choice, when with lewd Bacchanals, Y're call'd by the fat Sacrifice, it waits not when it calls. Thus having faid----

He Spurs, with headlong Rage, among his Foes, As if he only had his Life to lofe.

And meeting. Venulus, his Arms he clafps;

The Armour dints beneath the furious Grafps.

High from his Horse the sprawling Foe he rears,
And thwart his Courfers Neck the Prize he bears.
The Trojans fhout, the Latines turn their Eyes;
While fwift as lightning airy Tarchon flies.
Who breaks his Lance, and views his Armour round,
To find where he might fix the deadly Wound;
The Foe writhes doubling backward on the Horfe,
And to defend his Throat oppofes force to force.
As when an Eagle high his courfe does take,
And in his griping Tallons bears a Snake,

A thousand Folds the Serpent cafts, and high [Sky,
Setting his fpeckled Scales, goes whistling thro' the
The fearless Bird but deeper goars his Prey,
And thro' the Clouds he cuts his airy Way.
So from the midst of all his Enemies,
Triumphant Tarchon fnatch'd and bore his Prize.
The Troops that fhrunk, with Emulation prefs
To reach his Danger now, to reach at his Success..
Then Aruns, doom'd in fpight of all his Art,
Surrounds the nimble Virgin with his Dart.
And, flily watching for his Time, would try
To join his Safety with his Treachery...
Where-e'er her Rage the bold Camilla fends,
There creeping Aruns filently attends.

When, tir'd with conquering, the retires from fight,
He fteals about his Horfe, and keeps her in his fight.
In all her Rounds from him fhe cannot part,
Who shakes his treacherous, but inevitable Dart.
Chloreus, the Priest of Cybele, did glare

In Phrygian Arms remarkable afar.

A foaming Steed he rode, whofe hanches cafe,
Like Feathers, Scales of mingled Gold and Brass.
He, clad in foreign Purple, gaul'd the Foe
With Cretan Arrows from a Lycian Bow.

Gold was that Bow, and Gold his Helmet too :
Gay were his upper Robes, which loosely flew.
Each Limb was cover'd o'er with fomething rares.
And as he fought he glister'd ev'ry where.

Or that the Temple might the Trophies hold, Or else to fhine her felf in Trojan Gold; Him the fierce Maid purfues thro' all her Foes; Regardless of the Life fhe did expofe:

Him Eyes alone, to other Dangers blind,

And manly Force employs, to please a Virgin's Mind. His Dart now Aruns, from his Ambush, throws; And thus to Heav'n he fends his coward Vows. Apollo, oh thou greateft Deity!

Patron of bleft Sorattis, and of me;

(For we are all thy own, whole Woods of Pine -
We heap in Piles, which to thy Glory fhine;
And when we trample on the Fire, our Soles,
By thee preferv'd, contemn the glowing Coals ;)
My mighty Patron make me wipe away
The fhame of this dishonourable Day.

Nor Spoils nor Triumph from the Deed I claim,
But truft my future Actions with my Fame.
This raging Female Plague but overcome,
Let me return unthank'd, inglorious home.

Apollo heard, to half his Pray'r inclin❜d:
The reft he mingles with the fleeting Wind.
He gives Camilla's Ruin to his Pray're
To fee his Country, that was loft in Air.
As finging o'er the Field the Jav'lin flies,
Upon the Queen the Army turn their Eyes.
But fhe, intent upon her golden Prey,
Nor minds, nor hears it cut the hiffing way,
'Till in her Side it takes its deadly reft;
And drinks the Virgin Purple of her Breaft.
The trembling Amazons run to her Aid,
And in their Arms they catch the falling Maid.
More quick than they the frightned Aruns flies,
And feels a Terror mingled with his Joys.
He trufts no more his Safety to his Spear;
Ev'n her expiring Courage gives him fear.

So runs a Wolf fmear'd with fome Shepherd's Blood, And ftrives to gain the fhelter of a Wood,