Now, void, it fits thy people: thither bend

   Thy course; there shalt thou find a lasting seat;

   There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,

   And kings be born of thee, whose dreaded might

   Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold"

   Brutus, guided now, as he thought, by divine direction, sped his
course towards the west, and, arriving at a place on the Tyrrhene
sea, found there the descendants of certain Trojans who, with
Antenor, came into Italy, of whom Corineus was the chief. These
joined company, and the ships pursued their way till they arrived
at the mouth of the river Loire, in France, where the expedition
landed, with a view to a settlement, but were so rudely assaulted
by the inhabitants that they put to sea again, and arrived at a
part of the coast of Britain, now called Devonshire, where Brutus
felt convinced that he had found the promised end of his voyage,
landed his colony, and took possession.

   The island, not yet Britain, but Albion, was in a manner desert
and inhospitable, occupied only by a remnant of the giant race
whose excessive force and tyranny had destroyed the others. The
Trojans encountered these and extirpated them, Corineus, in
particular, signalizing himself by his exploits against them; from
whom Cornwall takes its name, for that region fell to his lot, and
there the hugest giants dwelt, lurking in rocks and caves, till
Corineus rid the land of them.

   Brutus built his capital city, and called it Trojanova (New Troy),
changed in time to Trinovantus, now London;

   [Footnote:

   "For noble Britons sprong from Trojans bold,

   And Troynovant was built of old Troy's ashes cold" SPENSER,

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