was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The

Nor missed their aim, for rang against his shield

Dart after dart unerring, and his helm

In broken fragments pressed upon his brow;

His vital parts were safeguarded by spears

That bristled in his body. Fortune saw

Thus waged a novel combat, for there warred

Against one man an army. Why with darts,

Madmen, assail him and with slender shafts,