One child beside Achilles' grave In secret slain, Polyxena the brave, Lies bleeding.

And thou, Polyxena, Where art thou?

Polyxena across Achilles' tomb Lies slain, a gift flung to the dreamless dead.

What knoweth she of evils like to these, That dead Polyxena, thou weepest for? There liveth not in my life any more The hope that others have.

In the beginning of the second act he has added a whole scene, where he introduces the ghost of Achilles rising from hell, to require the sacrifice of Polyxena!

The delineations of Polyxena willing to die and of Phaedra pining away under the grief of secret love, above all the splendid picture of the mystic ecstasies of the Bacchae, are of the greatest beauty in their kind; but they are neither artistically nor morally pure, and the reproach of Aristophanes, that the poet was unable to paint a Penelope, was thoroughly well founded.

[There is peace between the Greeks and TrojansAchilles is to wed Polyxena, Priam's daughter.

Polyxena's speech from the Hecuba of Euripides.

Polyxena's speech from the Hecuba. SEE Euripides.

Polyxena's speech from the Hecuba of Euripides.

Polyxena's speech from the Hecuba. SEE Euripides.

And BROWNING, and HOMER, and MEREDITH, and OSCAR WILDE are with them, the fleet-footed giants of perennial youth, like unto the white-limbed Hermes, whom Polyxena once saw, and straight she hied her away to the vine-clad banks of Ilyssus, where Mr. PATER stands contemplative, like some mad scarlet thing by DVORÁK,

At a yet earlier period Italian writers in the learned tongue had taken as the subjects of their plays stories from classical legend and myth, and among these we find not only recognized tragedy themes such as the rape of Polyxena dramatized by Lionardo Bruni, but tales such as that of Progne put on the stage by Gregorio Corrado, both of which preceded by many years the work of Politian and Correggio.

PYRRHUS, called also NEOPTOLEMUS, son of Achilles; was one of the heroes concealed in the wooden horse by means of which Troy was entered, slew Priam by the altar of Zeus, and sacrificed Polyxena to the manes of his father.

'Well, what did you see?' 'The two Academy picturesseveral portraitsand a lot of studies.' 'Isn't it finethe "Polyxena"?' Fenwick twisted his mouth in a trick he had.

'Of course, I know the "Polyxena" is a fine thinga very fine thing.'