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good; I was generous, liberal, just, compassionate ; with what then can I be charged ? Whereupon Minos said , Thou art charged with nothing as to meni but didit thou not owe chem less than the Gods ? What is this justice chou vauntest of ? Thou hast failed in no ducy towards men who are nothing: thou hast been virtuous but thou didst afcribe all thy virtue to thyself , and not to the Gods who gave it thee ; for thou wouldest needs enjoy the fruit of thy own virtue , and make that the only spring of thy happiness. Thou hast been thy own Deity, but the Gods who made all things, and made nothing but for themselves, cannot give up their right. Thou hast forgotten them; they will forget thee, and deliver ebee up to thyself, since thou refolvedst to be thy own and not theirs. Now therefore find thy consolation , if thou canít, in thy own bosom. LO! thou are now for ever separated from men whom thou foughtest to please. Lo'! thou, who wast thy own idol , art now alone with thyself. Be assured that there is no true virtue without a reverence and love of the Gods, to whom all things are due. Thy false virtue , which long dazzled the eyes of men who are easily imposed upon, will now be put to confusion. Men judging of virtue and vice by what thwarts or suits with their interest , are blind both as to good and evil. Here a divine light overthrows all their fuperficial opinions, and often condemns what they admire, and justifies what they condemn.

At thele words the Philosopher, as if he had been thunderstruck, could not support himself. The complacency with which he had formerly contemplaced his moderation , his courage and generous inclinacions , was changed into despair. A survey of his own heart, which had been an enemy to the Gods , be. came his punishment. He views himself, and cannot cease to view himself. He sees the vanity of the opinions of men, whom in all his actions he fought to please. There is an universal change of every thing with in him , as if all his bowels had been curned up-side down ; he no longer finds himself

se trouve plus le même ; tout appui lui manque dans fon cour. Sa conscience , dont le témoignage lui avoit été si doux, s'éleve contre lui, & lui reproche amérement l'égarement & l'illusion de toutes ses vertus , qui n'ont point eu le culce de la Divinité pour principe & pour fin; il est troublé, consterné, plein de honte de remords & de désespoir. Les Furies ne le tourmentent point , parce qu'il leur fuffic de l'avoir livré à lui - même, & que son propre ceur venge assez les Dieux méprisés. Il cherche les lieux les plus sombres pour se cacher aux autres morts, ne pouvant fe- cacher à lui-même ; il cherche les rénebres , & ne peut les trouver, Une lumiere importune e fuit par-cout ; par-tout les rayons perçans de la vérité vont venger la vérité qu'il a négligé de suivre. Tout ce qu'il a aimé lui devient odieux, comme étant la source de ses maux , qui ne peuvent jamais finir. Il dit en lui-même : 0 insensé ! je n'ai donc connu ni les Dieux, ni les hommes , ni moi-même. Non, je n'ai rien connu, puisque je n'ai.jamais aimé l'unique & véritable bien. Tous mes pas ont été des égaremens ; ma sagesse n'étoit que folie ; ma vertu n étoit qu'un orgueil ímpie & aveugle ; j'étois moimême mon idole.

Enfin Télémaque apperçut les rois qui étoient condamnés pour avo'r abusé de leur puissance. D'un côté, une Furie vengeresse leur présentoit un miroir, qui leur montroir toute la difformité de leurs vices. Là ils regardoienr , & ne pouvoient s'empêcher de voir leur vanité grossiere & avide des plus ridicules louanges; leur dureté pour les hommes, dont ils auroient dû faire la félicité ; leur insensibilité pour la vertu ; leur crainte d'entendre la vérité ; leurs inclinations pour les hommes lâches & flacteurs ; leur inapplication, leur mollesse, leur indolence, leur défiance dé, placée, leur faste , leur excessive magnificence, fondée sur la ruine des peuples ; leur ambition pour ache. ter un peu de vaine gloire par le sang de leurs citoyens ; enfin leur crirauté , qui cherche chaque. jour de nouvelles délices parmi les larmes , & le désespoir de tant de malheureux. Ils se voient fans

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and every prop in his heart fails him. His conscience whose testimony used to please him fo highly , rifes up against him, and bitterly reproaches him with his mistaken and chimerical virtues, which had not the worship of the Deity for their principle and end; he is troubled , astonished overwhelmed with shame remorse and despair. The Furies indeed do not torment, because they are sa-, tisfied with giving him op to himself, as his owir heart abundantly revenges the derided Gods. He seeks the blackest corners to hide himself from the rest of the dead, unable to hide himfelf from himna felf; he seeks for darkness, but he cannot find iro A troublesome lighe follows him every where; every where the piercing rays of truth pursue him, in ora der to avenge the truth he neglected to follow. Every thing which he loved, becomes hateful to him, as being the source of his miseries which are to be eternal. O fool, says he to himself, I have known neither Gods, nor men, nor myself. No, I have known nothing, since I never loved the only true good. All my steps have been erroneous ; my wife dom was bie folly; my virtue was only a blind and impious pride ; I was my own idol.

At last Telemachus beheld the kings who had been condemned for abusing their power. On one hand a vengeful Fury presented a mirror which shewed them all the deformity of their vices. There they saw ,; and could not avoid seeing , their gross vanity and greediness of the most ridiculous encomiums : their barbarity to mankind , whom they ought to have rendered happy ; their insensibility to virtue ; their fears to hear the truth; their affection for base flatterers ; their supineness, their luxury, their indolence, their misplaced jealousies , their pomp; their excessive magnificence, founded on the ruin of the people; their ambition to purchase a little empty glory with the blood of their citizens; and lastly cheir inhumanity, in daily seeking for new delights, in the tears and despair of the miserable multitude. In this mirror they continually viewed

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celle dans ce miroir : ils se trouvent plus horribles & plus monstrueux que n'est la Chimere vaincue par Bellerophon, ni l'Hydre de Lerne abattue par Hercule , ni Cerbere même, quoiqu'il vomisle de ses trois gueules béantes uu sang noir & venimeux , qui est capable d'empefter toute la race des mortels vivans sur la terre.

En même temps, d'un autre côté, une autre Furie leur répétoit avec infulie toutes les louanges que leurs flacteurs leur avoient données pendant leur vie, & leur présentoit un autre miroir, où ils se voyoient tels que la flatterie les avoit dépeints : l'opposition de ces deux peintures si contraires, étoit le supplice de leur vanité. O:

: remarquoit que les plus méchans d'entre ces rois étoient ceux à qui on avoit donné les plus magnifiques louanges pendant leur vie; parce que les méchans font plus craints que les bons, & qu'ils exigent sans pudeur les lâches flatteries des poéres & des orateurs de leur tems.

On les entend gémir dans ces profondes rénebres , où ils ne peuvent voir que les insultes & les dérisions qu'ils ont à souffrir ; ils n'ont rien autour d'eux qui ne les repousse , qui ne les contredise, qui ne les confonde. Au lieu que sur la terre ils se jouoient de la vie des hommes , & prétendoient que tout étoic fait pour les fervir ; dans le Tartare, ils sont livrés à cous les caprices de certains esclaves , qui leur font sentir à leur tour une cruelle fervitude. Ils servent avec douleur , & il ne leur reste aucune espérance de pouvoir jamais adoucir leur captivité. Ils sont sous les coups de ces esclaves , devenus leurs tyrans impitoyables comme une enclume est fous les coups des marteaux des Cyclopes , quand Vulcain les presse de travailler dans les fournaises ardentes du mont Etna.

Là Télémaque apperçut des visages pâles , hideux & concristés. C'est une cristesse noire qui ronge ces criminels. Ils ont horreur d'eux-mêmes, & ne peum vent non plus se délivrer de cette horreur , que de leur propre nature. Ils n'ont point besoin d'autres châtimens de leurs faures , que leurs fautes mêmes ; ils les voient sans cesse dans toute leur énormiré ; elles se présentent à eux comme des fpectres horri

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themselves, and found that they were more frightful and monstrous than the Chimera which Bellerophon vanquished, than the Lernzan Hydra which was subdued by Hercules, and even than Cerberus himself, though he difgørges from his three yawnings mouths, a black venomous gore , which is enough to poison the whole race of mankind.

At the fame time, on the other hand, another Fury repeared to them in an insulting manner all the praises which their facterers had bestowed upon them while they were living , and held up another mirror in which they saw themselves fuch as adulation had described them; the contrast of these two portraits was the punishment of their vanity. It was remarkable that the wickedest of thefe princes were those to whom the most fulsome commendations had been given in their life-time; because the wicked are more dreaded than the good, and are not ashamed to require the base incense of the poets and orators of their time.

They are heard to groan in this profound darkness, where they can fee nothing but the insults and derisions which they are doomed to suffer , and have nothing about them that does not repulse them, thar does not thwart them, that does not confound them. Whereas on the earth they sported with the lives of men , and pretended that all things were made for their use; in Tartarus they are delivered up to all the caprices of certain slaves, who make them in their turn feel all the rigours of servicude. They serve with reluctance, and despair of ever being able to soften their captiviiy.. Under the lashes of these slaves , now become their mercilefs (yranrs, they are like the anvil under the strokes of the hammers of the Cyclops, when Vulcan urges them to work in the burning førges of mount Ærna.

There Telemachus faw pale , ghastly , dismayed countenances; for gloomy grief preys on these guilty wretches. They are terrified at themselves, and can no more shake of this terror than their nature itself, They need no other punishment of their crimes than their crimes themselves, which they continually fee in all their enormity, staring them in the face, and

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