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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

silence they all wonder at Telemachus and stand ready to obey his Orders implicitly as if they had been accustom'd to do so He advances and from an Imminence observes the posture of the Enemy and forthwith judg'd it necessary with the utmost expedition to surprize them in their present Disorder while they were burning the Camp of the Confederates He fetch'd a compass with great Expedition and was followed by the most experienc'd Commanders He attack'd the Daunians in the Rear who doubted nothing of the Allies being involv'd in the Flames of their Camp This surprize put them in great Disorder and they fell under Telemachus's Hand as the autumnal Leaves of the Forest when a blust'ring North Wind bringing back Winter shakes all the Branches and makes the very Trunks of ancient Trees groan The Ground all about was covered with the Bodies of those who had fall'n by Telemachus's Hand With his own Lance he pierced the Heart of Iphycles the youngest Son of Adrastus who had the boldness to offer him Combat to save his Father's Life who was in danger of being surpriz'd by Telemachus These young Combatants were both of them Comely Vigorous full of Address and Courage of the same Stature the same Age had the same sweetness of Temper and were equally belov'd by their Parents But Iphycles prov'd like a full blown Flower in a Meadow cut down by the Sithe of the Mower Afterwards Telemachus overthrew Euphorion the most celebrated of all the Lydians that came into Etruria At last with his Sword he slew Cleomenes who being lately Married had promised his Spouse to bring her the rich Spoils of the War or never to return himself Adrastus foam'd with Rage to see the Death of his son and of many other Commanders and the Victory snatch'd out of his Hands Phalanthus almost knock'd down at his Feet was like a half-slain Victime who had escap'd the edge of the sacred Knife and had fled from the Altar Adrastus had well nigh compleated the ruin of Lacedemonian Phalanthus drown'd in his own Blood and that of the Soldiers that Fought with him When he heard the shooting of Telemachus coming up to his relief in that Moment he gets new Life and the Cloud that had already over-spread his Eyes is dissipated The Daunians at this unexpected Attack leave Phalanthus to make head against a more formidable Enemy Adrastus seem'd like a Tiger from whom a Body of Shepherds have snatch'd the Prey which he was ready to devour Telemachus sought him out in the Crowd endeavouring by one stroke to put an end to the War by delivering the Allies from their implacable Enemy But Jupiter grudged the Son of Ulysses so quick and easie a Victory And Minerva too had a mind to inure him to Troubles that he might the better understand how to Reign Therefore the impious Adrastus was preserv'd by the Father of the Gods that Telemachus might have opportunity to acquire more Glory and exercise his Virtue A Storm summon'd by Jupiter sav'd the Daunians a terrible Thunder proclaim'd the Will of the Gods You would have thought that the eternal Vaults of the high Olympus had been ready to tumble down upon the Heads of weak Mortals the Flashes of Lightning split the Clouds from Pole to Pole and from the moment that they ceas'd to dazle the Eyes with their darting Flame all was over-spread with Midnight Darkness The Rain falling in great abundance separated the two Armies Thus Adrastus took advantage of the assistance of the Gods without being mov'd with a sense of their Power And for his Ingratitude deserved to be kept for a more dreadful Vengeance He made haste to march his Army between the Camp that was half burnt down and a Morass that reacht as far as the River The Expedition with which he made his Retreat sufficiently demonstrated his ready Invention and Presence of Mind The Allies animated by the Valour of Telemachus would have pursu'd him but by the favour of the Storm he escap'd as a swift-wing'd Bird out of the Net of the Fowler The Allies now thought of nothing but re-possessing their Camp and repairing their Damages In entring it they saw the woful Effects of War the Sick and Wounded not being able to crawl out of their Tents or to save themselves from the Fire appear'd half burnt sending up towards Heaven their doleful Shrieks and dying Groans It struck Telemachus to the Heart nor was he able to contain his Tears Oft did he turn aside his Eyes being seiz'd with Horror and Compassion He could not without groaning behold these Bodies that remain'd still alive and destin'd to a long and painful Death They look'd like the Flesh of Victims roasted on Altars whose Smell diffuses it self all a-round Alass cry'd Telemachus behold the Mischiefs that attend War What blind Fury pushes on unhappy Mortals Their Days are so short and the Misery that attends them so great Why do they hasten the Fate that is already so near Why will they add so many Troubles and Afflictions to the Bitterness which the Gods have mingled with this short Life Men are all Brethren and yet they tear one another more cruelly than the savage Beasts Lyons never make War with Lyons nor Tygers with Tygers but exercise their Cruelty upon Creatures of a different Kind Man alone in despite of his Reason does that which Beasts that are void of it would never have done But still why such Wars Is there not Ground in the World enough to employ the Labour of all Mankind How much of it lies desert More than all Mankind is sufficient to replenish What is it then that makes Princes spread the Flames of War over vast Kingdoms and Countries A false Idea of Glory an empty Title of Conqueror Thus one Man whom the Gods in their Anger have sent into the World render so many Men miserable To satisfie his Ambition and Vanity all must be ruin'd all must swim in Blood be destroy'd by Fire and those who escape the Fire and Sword must perish by more cruel Want In a word one Man sports himself with human Nature involves all in universal Desolation to gratifie his Humour and Vain-glory. What monstrous Ambition is this Can we sufficiently abhor and detest enough such Men who have forgot all Humanity No sure so far are they from being Demi-Gods that they are to be reckon'd below Men Their Memory ought to be accursed through all those Ages in which they thought to have been admir'd Oh! with how much deliberation ought Princes to weigh the War they undertake They ought to be just Nor is that enough they ought to be Necessary The Blood of the People ought not to be spilt but for their Preservation in the greatest Extremity But the Counsels of Elatterers a false Notion of Greatness groundless Jealousies and unreasonable Covetousness cover'd with specious Pretexts do insensibly engage Princes in Wars which render themselves unhappy make them hazard all when there is no necessity and