She was a queen, and the founder of a great city.

Her story had been immortalized by the greatest of poets,--for the old Latin tutor clove to "Virgilius Maro," as he called him, as closely as ever Dante did in his memorable journey.

So he took down his Virgil, it was the smooth-leafed, open-lettered quarto of Baskerville,--and began reading the loves and mishaps of Dido.

It would n't do.

A lady who had not learned discretion by experience, and came to an evil end.