"Then shot a dreadful flame
From the fierce depths of her red rolling eye,
And like a fiend she reared her head on high
O'er the fair child, and with fell face and grim
In hot blood wallowing tore him limb from limb."
The ravenous monster then attacks and slays the other children. The men hastening home, called by the roars and cries, heap upon one another mutual recriminations.
And then in parties two
The people ranged themselves, and slew and slew,
Strong knee to knee and bloody sword to sword;
And the deep vale the echoing terrors roared,
Till the great sun beyond the island hills
Cast his last beam upon the red-blood rills,
And the pale moon arose, - when naught was seen
But death and ashes where blithe peace had been."
I have recounted and quoted the story at this length in order to draw an analogy which concerns us nearly.
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