Astyanax

For in truth thou art the very image of my Astyanax, so like are thy eyes and face and hands.

Take these last gifts of thy kinsfolk, O sole surviving likeness to me of my own Astyanax!

He would have heard of his grandson being thrown neck and heels from a high tower, "mittitur Astyanax illis de turribus."

He was represented delivering his son Astyanax into her arms, and the eyes of Andromache were fixed upon him.

And that white flower, climbing up the trunks of the trees and trailing down so prettily from the branches, is called Astyanax.