The rising city, which from far you see, Is Carthage and a Tyrian colony. Phoenician Dido rules the growing state, Who fled from Tyre, to shun her brother's hate. Great were her wrongs, her story full of fate; Which I will sum in short. - from Virgil's Aeneid, translated by John Dryden, copyright 1909 by P.F. Collier & Son.
This book is affectionately dedicated to my niece, PATSY SLAUGHTER.
The tall man balancing himself upon the swaying afterdeck of the Phoenician gaoul was as sunbronzed as any of the crew handling the great vessel.
"Oh sacred pow'r, what power soe'r thou art, To thy bless'd orders I resign my heart."