Contented now, his wrath began to cease,

And the fierce warrior had expired in peace;

But the fell fiend a thought of vengeance bred,

Unworthy of himself and of the dead.

Meanwhile, her sire unmoved, Tritonia came,

To crown her hero with immortal fame;

But when she saw his jaws besprinkled o’er

With spattered brains, and tinged with living gore,