into English
prose in the translation of Lang, Leaf and Myers, is as follows:

Then Diomedes of the loud war-cry slew Axylos, Teuthranos' son
that dwelt in stablished Arisbe, a man of substance dear to his
fellows; _for his dwelling was by the road-side and he
entertained all men_.

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SAM WALTER FOSS

Sam Walter Foss was a poet of gentle heart. His keen wit never
had any sting. He has described our Yankee folk with as clever
humour as Bret Harte delineated Rocky Mountain life. Like
Harte, Mr. Foss had no unkindness in his make-up. He told me
that he never had received an anonymous letter in his life.

Our American nation is wonderful in science and mechanical
invention. It was the aim of Sam Walter Foss to immortalize the
age of steel. "Harness all your rivers above the cataracts'
brink, and then unharness man." He told me he thought the
subject of mechanics was as poetical as the song of the lark.
"The Cosmos wrought for a billion years to make glad for a
day," reminds us of the most resonant periods of Tennyson.

"The House by the Side of the Road," is from a text of Homer.
"The Lunkhead" shows Foss in his happiest mood: gently
satirizing the foibles and harmless, foolish fancies of his
fellow-men. There is a haunting misty tenderness in such a poem
as "The Tree Lover."

"Who loves a tree he loves the life
That springs in flower and clover;
He loves the love that gilds the cloud,
And greens the April sod;
He loves the wide beneficence,
His soul takes hold of God."

We have too little love for the tender out-of-door nature. "The
world is too much with us."

It was a loss to American life and letters when Sam Walter Foss
passed away from us at the height of his strong true manhood.
Later he will be regarded as an eminent American.

He was true to our age to the core. Whether he wrote of the
gentle McKinley, the fighting Dewey, the ludicrous schoolboy,
the "grand eternal fellows" that are coming to this world after
we have left it--he was ever a weaver at the loom of highest
thought. The world is not to be civilized and redeemed by the
apostles of steel and brute force. Not the Hannibals and Caesars
and Kaisers but the Shelleys, the Sc