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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
Barbarians pelt at, drive with shouts awayFrom shelter in what rocks, however rude,She makes for, to escape the kindled eye,Split beak, crook'd claw o' the creature, cormorantOr ossifrage, that, hardly baffled, hangsAfloat i' the foam, to take her if she turn.So were we at destruction's very edge,When those o' the galley, as they had discussedA point, a question raised by somebody,A matter mooted in a moment,—"Wait!"Cried they (and wait we did, you may be sure)"That song was veritable Aischulos,Familiar to the mouth of man and boy,Old glory: how about Euripides?The newer and not yet so famous bard,He that was born upon the battle-dayWhile that song and the salpinx sounded himInto the world, first sound, at Salamis—
