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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41096	The adventures of Telemachus, the son of Ulysses translated from the French.; Aventures de Télémaque. English	Fénelon, François de Salignac de La Mothe-, 1651-1715.; Littlebury, Isaac.; Boyer, Abel, 1667-1729.	1699 (1699)	Wing F674; ESTC R17825	268,228	862

was not able to bear In that Instant I perceived the Mountain to tremble the Oaks and Pines seeming to descend from the summet of the Hill The Winds suppress'd their Breathing and a hollow Voice issuing out of the Cave pronounc'd these Words O Son of the wise Ulysses thou art to be like him great by Patience Princes who have always been happy are seldom worthy to be so They are corrupted by unmanly Pleasures and drunk with the Pride of Prosperity Happy shalt thou be if thou canst surmount these Misfortunes and always remember thy present Condition Thou shalt certainly see Ithaca again and thy Glory shall ascend to the Heavens When thou shalt command Men remember that thou hast been like them in Poverty Weakness and Calamity Take a Pleasure in being good to them love thy People detest Flatterers and know that there is no other way to be truly great than by Moderation and Fortitude to overcome thy Passions These divine Words penetrated to the bottom of my Heart renew'd my Joy and reviv'd my Courage I felt-none of that Horrour which makes Mens Hair stand upright and chills the Blood in their Veins when the Gods communicate themselves to Mortals I rose from the Ground with Cheerfulness I fell upon my Knees and lifting up my Hands to Heaven I ador'd Minerva who I doubted not had sent me this Oracle In that Moment I found my self a new Man Wisdom enlighten'd my Mind I found a gentle Force restraining all my Passions and checking the impetuosity of my Youth I acquir'd the Love of all the Shepherds in the Desert My Patience Sweetness and Diligence mov'd even the cruel Buffus to relent who commanded the rest of the Slaves and had made it his Business at first to torment me I endeavour'd to procure some Books to enable me to support the tediousness of my Captivity and Solitude for I was exceedingly uneasy for want of some Instructions to nourish and sustain the Faculties of my Soul Happy said I are they who quitting all violent Pleasures know how to content themselves with an innocent Life Happy are they who are diverted with what they learn and please themselves in enriching their Minds with Knowledge wheresoever they are driven by the unjust Persecutions of Fortune They carry their own Entertainment with them and the uneasiness that lyes upon all other Men even in the midst of the greatest Pleasures is unknown to those who know how to employ themselves in Reading These Men are truly happy whilst I am depriv'd of this Felicity Revolving these Thoughts in my Mind I penetrated into the thickest of the Forest and on a sudden perceived an aged Man holding a Book in his Hand His Forehead was large and high unfurnish'd with Hair and somewhat wrinkled His white Beard descended to his Girdle He was tall and of a majestick Port His Complexion was fresh and well Colour'd His Eyes lively and piercing His Voice sweet and his Discourse plain but agreable I never saw so venerable an old Man His name was Termosiris He was a Priest of Apollo and the Temple where he serv'd was of Marble dedicated to that God and founded by the Kings of Egypt in this Forest He accosted me in a friendly manner We talk'd together He related Things past with such clearness that they seemed present but his Relations were always attended with brevity and never tedious He could predict Things future by his profound Wisdom which gave him a thorough Knowledge of Men and the Designs the are capable of forming With all this Prudence he was Cheerful and Complaisant and the gayest Youth does nothing with so much Grace as this aged Man He lov'd those that were Young if he found them Teachable and if they had any taste of Virtue He soon conceiv'd a tender Affection for me and gave me Books for my Consolation He call'd me his Son and I often said to him Father The Gods that took Mentor from me have pitied my Solitude and sent me in You another support This Man like Orpheus or Linus was doubtless inspir'd by the Gods He would sometimes read to me the Verses he had made and give me the most excellent Compositions of those Poets who had been the principal Favourites of the Muses When he put on his long Robes of the purest White and took his golden Harp in his Hand the Tygers the Bears and the Lyons came to lye down by him and lick'd his Feet The Satyrs abandon'd the Woods to come and Dance about him The Trees themselves seem'd to move and you would have thought that the Rocks had been touch'd with the Charms of his sweet Accents and were going to descend from the tops of the Mountains He sung the Grandeur of the Gods the Virtue of Hero's and the Wisdom of those who prefer Glory before Pleasure He often told me that I ought to take Courage and that the Gods would not abandon either Ulysses or his Son He exhorted me to imitate Apollo and perswade the Shepherds to apply themselves to the Muses Apollo said he considering with Indignation that the brightest Days were frequently disturb'd by Jupiter's Thunder resolv'd to be reveng'd upon the Cyclops who made the Bolts took up his Bow and pierc'd them with his Arrows Upon this Mount Etna ceas'd to vomit Cylinders of Fire and Men no longer heard the terrible Hammers striking upon the Anvil and ecchoing in Groans from the Abysses of Earth and Sea The Iron and the Brass abandon'd by the Cyclopes began to rust Vulcan in Fury quits his dreadful Forge and notwithstanding his Lameness mounts Olympus with Expedition comes cover'd with black Dust and Sweat into the Assembly of the Gods and makes a most bitter Complaint Jupiter incens'd against Apollo drove him from Heaven and precipitated him down to the Earth His empty Chariot perform'd the usual course of it self and gave Men Night and Day with a regular change of Seasons Apollo depriv'd of his glorious Beams was forced to turn Shepherd and keep the Sheep of King Admetus He plaid upon the Flute and all the other Shepherds came down to the shady Elms and silver Streams to hear his Songs To that time they had liv'd a savage and brutal Life They knew only how to guide their Flocks to sheer them to draw their Milk and to make Cheeses The whole Country was one frightful Desert Apollo in a short time made all the Shepherds acquainted with the Pleasures of a rural Life He sung the Flowers that compose the Garland of the Spring the beautiful Greens and the sweet Perfumes of that agreeable Season He sung the delicious Nights of Summer when the Zephyrs refresh Mankind and the Dews ally the Thirst of the Earth He forgot not in his Songs the golden Harvest and autumnal Fruits which recompence the Toil of the Husbandman nor the Recreations of Winter when the wanton Youth dance before the glowing Fire He represented the Groves and shady Forests that cover the Hills the hollow