Sir Walter himself had much of it by heart--and I have seen the "repeated air" kindle the aspect, and uplift the Lion-Port of the greatest War-Poet that ever blew the trumpet. SEWARD. Æneas at the Court of Evander--that fine old Grecian! There he is a Hero to be loved--and Pallas loved him--and he loved Pallas--and all men with hearts love Virgil for their sakes. TALBOYS. And is he not a Hero, when relanding from sea at the mouth of his own Tiber, with his Etrurian Allies--some thousands strong? And does he not then act the Hero? Virgil was no War-Poet! Second only to Homer, I hold-- SEWARD. An imitator of Homer! With fights of the Homeric age--how could he help it? But he is, in much, original on the battle-field--and is there in all the Iliad a Lausus, or a Pallas?-- BULLER. Or a Camilla? SEWARD. Fighting is at the best a sad business--but Payne Knight is offensive on the cruelty--the ferocity of Æneas. I wish Virgil had not made him seize and sacrifice the Eight Young Men to appease the Manes of Pallas. Such sacrifice Virgil believed to be agreeable to the manners of the time--and, if usual to the most worthy, here assuredly due. In the final Great Battle, "Away to heaven, respective Lenity, And fire-eyed Fury be my conduct now." BULLER. Knight is a ninny on the Single Combat. In all the previous circumstances regarding it, Turnus behaved ill--now that he must fight, he fights well: 'tis as fair a fight as ever was fought in the field of old Epic Poetry: tutelary interposition alternates in favour of either Prince: the bare notion of either outliving defeat never entered any mind but Payne Knight's: nor did any other fingers ever fumble such a charge against the hero of an Epic as "Stabbing while begging for quarter"--but a momentary weakness in Turnus which was not without its effect on Æneas, till at sight of _that Belt_, he sheathed the steel. TALBOYS. Payne works himself up, in the conclusion of the passage, into an absolute maniac. NORTH. Good manners, Talboys--no insult--remember Mr Knight has been long dead. TALBOYS. So has Æneas--so has Virgil. NORTH. True. Young gentlemen, I have listened with much pleasure to your animated and judicious dialogue. Shall I now give Judgment? BULLER. Lengthy? NORTH. Not more than an hour. BULLER. Then, if you please, my Lord, to-morrow. NORTH.