| #### CHAPTER 77 |

| #### #### I cannot say that there is no truth in prophecies, or feel inclined to call in question those which speak with clearness, when I think of the following: ####
| #### When they shall bridge with their ships to the sacred strand of Diana Girt with the golden falchion, and eke to marine Cynosura, Mad hope swelling their hearts at the downfall of beautiful Athens Then shall godlike Right extinguish haughty Presumption, Insult's furious offspring, who thinketh to overthrow all things. Brass with brass shall mingle, and Mars with blood shall empurple Ocean's waves. Then - then shall the day of Grecia's freedom Come from Victory fair, and Saturn's son all-seeing. |
#### #### When I look to this, and perceive how clearly Bacis spoke, neither venture myself to say anything against prophecies, nor do approve of others impugning them. ####  |