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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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So is she withered by disease away—For realms below and their infernal king!Never will we affirm there 's more of joyThan grief in marriage; making estimateBoth from old sorrows anciently observed,And this misfortune of the king we see—Admetos who, of bravest spouse bereaved,Will live life's remnant out, no life at all!"
So wailed they, while a sad procession woundSlow from the innermost o' the palace, stoppedAt the extreme verge of the platform-front:There opened, and disclosed Alkestis' self,The consecrated lady, borne to lookHer last—and let the living look their last—She at the sun, we at Alkestis.WeFor would you note a memorable thing?
