text:  The grief of Andromache on the death of Hector and the future fate of his son begging his bread from the cold charity of strangers--the wailings of Priam and Hecuba when that noble chief awaited before the Scaean Gate the approach of Achilles--the passionate lamentations of the Grecian chief over the dead body of Patroclus--never were surpassed in any language; they abound with traits of nature which to the end of the world will fascinate and melt the human heart