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THE ADVISORY COUNCIL
CRAWFORD H. TOY, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Hebrew, HARVARD UNIVERSITY, Cambridge, Mass.
THOMAS R. LOUNSBURY, LL. D. , L. H. D. ,
Professor of English in the Sheffield Scientific School of
YALE UNIVERSITY, New Haven, Conn.
WILLIAM M. SLOANE, Ph. D. , L. H. D. ,
Professor of History and Political Science,
PRINCETON UNIVERSITY, Princeton, N. J.
BRANDER MATTHEWS, A. M. , LL. B. ,
Professor of Literature, COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY, New York City.
JAMES B. ANGELL, LL. D. ,
President of the UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN, Ann Arbor, Mich.
WILLARD FISKE, A. M. , Ph. D. ,
Late Professor of the Germanic and Scandinavian Languages
and Literatures,
CORNELL UNIVERSITY, Ithaca, N. Y.
EDWARD S. HOLDEN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Director of the Lick Observatory, and Astronomer,
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, Berkeley, Cal.
ALCÉE FORTIER, LIT. D. ,
Professor of the Romance Languages,
TULANE UNIVERSITY, New Orleans, La.
WILLIAM P. TRENT, M. A. ,
Dean of the Department of Arts and Sciences, and Professor of
English and History,
UNIVERSITY OF THE SOUTH, Sewanee, Tenn.
PAUL SHOREY, PH. D. ,
Professor of Greek and Latin Literature,
UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO, Chicago, Ill.
WILLIAM T. HARRIS, LL. D. ,
United States Commissioner of Education,
BUREAU OF EDUCATION, Washington, D. C.
sed
MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Literature in the
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V
TABLE OF CONTENTS
VOL. XXIV
LIVED
PAGE
STATIUS
45-96 A. D. ?
13845
BY WILLIAM CRANSTON LAWTON
A Royal Banquet (Thebaid')
To my Wife: An Invitation to a Journey (“Silvæ')
To Sleep (same)
Saturnalia (same)
EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
1833-
13857
The Hand of Lincoln
Provençal Lovers — Aucassin and Nicolette
Ariel: In Memory of Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mors Benefica
Toujours Amour
Pan in Wall Street
The Discoverer
Cavalry Song
The Future of American Poetry (Poets of America')
Sir RICHARD STEELE
1671-1729
13875
On Behavior at Church (Guardian)
Mr. Bickerstaff Visits a Friend (Tatler)
On Coffee-Houses; Succession of Visitors; Character of
Eubulus (Spectator)
On the Effects of Public Mourning: Plainness in Dress
(Tatler)
On the Art of Growing Old (same)
On Flogging at Schools (Spectator)
The Art of Story-Telling (Guardian)
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LIVED
PAGE
LAURENCE STERNE
1713-1768 13899
The Widow Wadman Lays Siege to Uncle Toby's Heart
(Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy')
The Story of Le Fevre (same)
The Start (A Sentimental Journey through France and
Italy)
The Monk (same)
The Dead Ass (same)
The Pulse: Paris (same)
The Starling (same)
In Languedoc: An Idyl (same)
Robert Louis STEVENSON
1850-1894
13927
BY ROBERT BRIDGES
»
Bed in Summer
Travel
The Land of Counterpane
Northwest Passage: Good Night; Shadow March; In Port
“If This Were Faith"
Requiem
To Will H. Low
« The Tropics Vanish”
Tropic Rain
Christmas at Sea
A Fable ("The Lantern-Bearers')
Striving and Failing (A Christmas Sermon')
We Pass the Forth (Kidnapped')
A Night Among the Pines (Travels with a Donkey')
A Lodging for the Night (New Arabian Nights')
4
1828–
13977
WILLIAM JAMES STILLMAN
Billy and Hans: A True History
FRANK R. STOCKTON
1834-
13991
The Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine (from
the novel so named)
ELIZABETH BARSTOW STODDARD
The Great Gale (“Temple
House')
A Summer Night
El Manalo
1823-
14013
Mercedes
Nameless Pain
On the Campagna
On My Bed of a Winter Night
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LIVED
PAGE
Richard HENRY STODDARD
Song
A Serenade
The Yellow Moon
The Sky Is a Drinking-Cup
The Two Brides
The Flight of Youth
The Sea
1825-
14029
The Sea
Along the Grassy Slope I
Sit
The Shadow of the Hand
Pain in Autumn
Birds
The Dead
1817-1888
14039
THEODOR STORM
After Years ('Immen-see')
1819-1896
14051
WILLIAM WETMORE STORY
The Ghetto in Rome ('Roba di Roma')
The King of the Beggars (same)
Spring in Rome
Cleopatra
The Chiffonier
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
1811-1896
14067
BY GEORGE S. MERRIAM
How Sam and Andy Helped Haley to Pursue Eliza (Uncle
Tom's Cabin')
Eliza's Flight (same)
Topsy (same)
Aaron Burr and Mary ("The Minister's Wooing')
A Spiritual Love (same)
Miss Prissy Takes Candace's Counsel (same)
The Minister's Sacrifice (same)
David FRIEDRICH STRAUSS
1808–1874 14107
The Development of Græco-Roman Cultivation (A New
Life of Jesus
1856-
14119
Ruth McENERY STUART
The Widder Johnsing
WILLIAM STUBBS
1825-
14139
BY E. S. NADAL
Social Life in the Fifteenth Century (Constitutional His-
tory of England)
Transition from the Age of Chivalry (same)
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LIVED
PAGE
Sir John Suckling
1608-1642
14155
Song
A Bride (Ballad upon a
Wedding')
The Honest Lover
The Constant Lover
Verses
The Metamorphosis
Song
14163
HERMANN SUDERMANN
1857-
Returning from the Confirmation Lesson ('Dame Care')
The Trial (same)
Freed from Dame Care (same)
14181
EUGÈNE Sue
1804-1859
The Land's End of Two Worlds (“The Wandering Jew')
The Panther Fight (same)
The Chastisement (same)
14202
SUETONIUS
Second Century AD.
Caligula's Madness
Cowardice and Death of Nero
Vitellius
SULLY-PRUDHOMME
(René François Armand Prudhomme)
1839-
14209
BY FIRMIN ROZ
To the Reader
Unknown Friends
The Missal
La Charpie
Enfantillage
Au Bord de L'Eau
Ce Qui Dure
If You but Knew
Separation
The Death Agony
CHARLES SUMNER
1811-1874
14221
In Time of Peace Prepare for War
Some Changes in Modern Life
Peroration of Oration (The True Grandeur of Nations)
Spirit of Classical and of Modern Literature (Phi Beta
Kappa Oration of 1846)
The Dignity of the Jurist
Allston in Italy
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LIVED
PAGE
EMANUEL SWEDENBORG
1688-1772
14237
BY FRANK SEWALL
The Contiguity and Harmony of the World (Principia
Rerum Naturalium')
Individuality Eternal ('The Soul')
The Perfect Man the True Philosopher (Principia Rerum
Naturalium')
On the Internal Sense of the Word ("The Doctrine of
the Sacred Scriptures')
How by the Word, Heaven and Earth are Brought into As-
sociation (Heavenly Doctrine of the New Jerusalem')
The Church Universal ("Divine Providence')
The Ethics of Swedenborg:
The Spiritual Life: How it is Acquired (Apocalypse
Explained')
The Social Good Doctrine of Charity')
Marriage Love (Heaven and Hell')
The Second Coming of the Lord (“True Christian Reli-
gion')
JONATHAN Swift
1667-1745
14259
BY ANNA MCCLURE SHOLL
An Argument to Prove that the Abolishing of Christianity
in England may, as Things Now Stand, be Attended
with Some Inconveniences, and Perhaps Not Produce
those Many Good Effects Proposed Thereby
Gulliver Among the Pigmies (Gulliver's Travels ')
Gulliver Among the Giants (same)
The Houyhnhnms (same)
The Struldbrugs (same)
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
1837–
14289
BY WILLIAM MORTON PAYNE
Dedication
Hymn to Proserpine
The Garden of Proserpine
Hesperia
In Memory of Walter Savage
The Pilgrims
Super Flumina Babylonis
Mater Triumphalis
From Athens'
Of Such is the Kingdom
Landor
A Forsaken Garden
of Heaven
The Salt of the Earth
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LIVED
PAGE
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE - Continued :
-
A Child's Future
Love at Sea
Adieux à Marie Stuart
A Match
Étude Réaliste
14329
CARMEN SYLVA
(Elizabeth, Queen of Roumania)
1843-
Fodder-Time
The Stone-Cutter
The Sower
The Post
The Boatman's Song
Dimbovitza
The Country Letter-Carrier Longing
Carmen
JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS
1840–1893 14337
Italian Art in its Relation to Religion ('The Renaissance
in Italy)
The Invasion of Italy by Charles VIII. of France (His-
tory of the Renaissance in Italy')
The Genius of Greek Art ('Studies of the Greek Poets')
Ravenna (“Sketches in Italy')
Venice
The Nightingale
Farewell
The Feet of the Beloved
Eyebright
Tacitus
55 ? -?
14369
BY CHARLES E. BENNETT
The Training of Children (A Dialogue on Oratory')
Domitian's Reign of Terror (“Agricola')
Apostrophe to Agricola (same)
Manners and Customs of the Germans (“Germania'): Gov-
ernment — Influence of Women; Deities; Auguries and
Method of Divination; Councils; Punishments Ad-
ministration of Justice; Training of the Youth; War-
like Ardor of the People; Habits in Time of Peace;
Arrangement of their Towns Subterranean Dwell-
ings; Marriage Laws
Scene of the Defeat of Varus (Annals')
Servility of the Senate (same)
Death and Character of Tiberius (same)
The Great Fire at Rome, and Nero's Accusation of the
Christians (same)
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LIVED
PAGE
Tahitian LITERATURE: The Teva Poets - Notes on a Poetic
Family in Tahiti
14389
BY JOHN LA FARGE
Song of Reproof
Soliloquy of Teura, a Beauty, Asked to Wed Punu, an Old
Chief
Song for the Crowning of Pomare
HIPPOLYTE ADOLPHE TAINE
1828-1893
14399
BY FERDINAND BRUNETIÈRE
Characteristics of the English Mind (Notes on England')
Typical English Men and Women (same)
The Race Characters Expressed in Art ('Art in the Nether-
lands)
The Comedy of Manners at Versailles (The Ancient
Régime')
The Tastes of Good Society (same)
Polite Education (same)
Drawing-Room Life (same)
The Disarming of Character (same)
THE TALMUD
14453
BY MAX MARGOLIS
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LIST OF PORTRAITS
IN VOL. XXIV
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Edmund Clarence Stedman
Sir Richard Steele
Laurence Sterne
Robert Louis Stevenson
Frank R. Stockton
Richard Henry Stoddard
Theodor Storm
William Wetmore Story
Harriet Beecher Stowe
David Friedrich Strauss
Ruth McEnery Stuart
Sir John Suckling
Hermann Sudermann
Eugène Sue
Suetonius
Sully-Prudhomme
(René François Armand Prudhomme)
Charles Sumner
Emanuel Swedenborg
Jonathan Swift
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Carmen Sylva
(Elizabeth, Queen of Roumania)
John Addington Symonds
Tacitus
Hippolyte Adolphe Taine
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STATIUS
(45-96 A. D. ? )
BY WILLIAM CRANSTON LAWTON
RT
UBLIUS PAPINIUS STATIUS, epic, lyric, and dramatic poet, was
born at Naples about the middle, and died there about the
Suur end, of the first century A. D. Neither date can be fixed.
His last volume of verse was published at Naples in 95. He flour-
ished especially however at Rome, under the capricious and cruel
emperor Domitian. He and Martial testify eloquently to their mutual
jealousy by making no mention each of the other. Juvenal marks
him as a thriftless adventurer; saying he might well have starved
had not Paris, the popular actor, bought his farce. Of these things
we know no more. Statius himself launched his hopes of eternal
fame with his long-wrought epic on the tragical story of Thebes.
The four ponderous epics still extant, dating from the first cen-
tury of our era, give us little reason to regret the loss of the num-
berless heavy galleons besides that have sunk into utter forgetfulness.
Whether patriotically Roman in subject, like the ventures of Lucan
and Silius Italicus, or rebuilt from Greek materials like Valerius Flac-
cus's Argonautica' and Statius's “Thebaid, the four survivors plainly
follow the track of the stately flagship, the Æneid' — but far and far
astern!
For several reasons there is perhaps no passage in the poem more
pleasing than the closing lines of the “Thebaid':
After the long sea-journey my vessel hath won her the harbor.
Shalt thou afar survive to be read, outliving thy master,
0 my (Thebaid, watched for twice six years without ceasing ?
Verily Fame already has smoothed thy favoring pathway;
Cæsar, the noble-spirited, deigns already to know thee,
Eager is now the Italian youth to read and proclaim thee!
Live, I pray: nor yet draw nigh to the sacred Æneid):
Follow thou, rather, afar, and always worship her footprints.
(
This same repellent subject, the tale of Thebes, like Pelops's
line, and the tale of Troy divine,” had been constantly reworked since
the earliest dawn of Greek poetry. Hardly one prominent incident
indeed in these twelve long books — nearly ten thousand hexameter
verses — can have brought a sense of pleased surprise to the jaded
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STATIUS
listener. Nor has the story of Edipus's misfortunes, and the strife of
his sons, as here set forth, any fitness or helpful application either
for the Roman audience or for us. No stately or pathetic figure
dominates the scene as in Sophoclean tragedy. It is simply a com-
plicated series of harrowing mythical events, retold with much vigor
of language and versification, with measureless learned digression,
with much heaping-up of elaborate simile and many-sided allusive
epithet, -"a tale full of sound and fury, but as for all larger ethi-
-
cal or artistic purport, « signifying nothing. " Statius seems to have
been a professional composer of epic, brought up to the art by his
father,— himself a successful versifier at least, if not the great poet
filial affection would make him.
Once again at least, Statius, with indomitable energy, attempted
to exhaust a great cycle of Hellenic myth: to trace the whole life of
Achilles, from Chiron's forest school to the lonely barrow by Sigeion.
We can hardly regret that this time only eleven hundred lines have
been completed, and that the young hero never even reaches Troy!
It is not for these things, if at all, that Statius is now remembered;
though in his own day the (Thebaid, at least, was straightway read
book by book to admiring throngs, and became at once a text which
schoolboys committed to memory.
«Statius is great,” says Niebuhr, “in his little poems. These
are real poetry indeed, and have the true local color. They are read
with especial enjoyment if one reads them in Italy. ” This praise,
and quite as warm words of Goethe, applied to the (Silvæ,' or occas-
ional pieces. There are altogether thirty-two of these. Statius
boasts of the facility with which even the longest, of almost three
hundred verses, was dashed off within two days. But indeed the
haste has often left its marks. He was, in fact, a popular and hard-
worked court poet,- and of what a court! The savage emperor
Domitian, the all-powerful freedmen and other adventurers about
him, even the wretched boy pets and pages, could demand the serv-
ices of this ever-ready and vigorous quill. He shall sing of a curious
tree, a fine statue, or a luxurious villa. An elegy is wanted for the
death of a page, of a talking parrot, of a pet lion. Statius shall be
ready.
The pity of it all is that we really discern poetic instinct, mas-
culine force, earnest feeling, in the man. He must have felt such
service as degradation indeed, — this busy singer of an ignoble day.
When the favorite eunuch of the tyrant requires a dedicatory poem
for his own curly locks, sent as an offering to an Oriental shrine,
even Statius grows weary at last; and the next poem is a plaintive
and sincere appeal to his wife to join him in his return to his native
city, Naples, there to spend a peaceful and quiet old age. This poem
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to his wife, another written for the recurrence of Lucan's birthday,
and especially the lyric appeal to Somnus, the god of sleep, are full
of natural feeling and poetic grace.
Statius's relations with his Roman wife Claudia, and his step-
daughter, seem to have been most harmonious. He himself was
childless. He was probably of good social rank, and a land-owner.
He was apparently cut off rather prematurely, soon after his return
to Naples, while engaged on the (Achilleis.
'
The epic poems of Statius were popular throughout later antiq-
uity, and were preserved in numerous MSS. The Renaissance caused
their eclipse, by bringing to light the nobler Hellenic masterpieces.
Shortly before that time, however, the genius of a far greater Italian
poet gave him an immortality of fame which his own works would
not have assured him.
In the LXVth canto of the Commedia,' the living Dante and his
ghostly guide, Virgil, already nearing the summit of the Purgatorial
mountain, are joined by another shade, a heavenward pilgrim. In
answer to Virgil's inquiries he tells them :-
«Statius the people name me still on earth.
I sang of Thebes, and then of great Achilles ;
But on the way fell with my second burden. ”
At once he adds his indebtedness for all his inspiration to the
Æneid':-
«And to have lived upon the earth what time
Virgilius lived, I would accept one sun
More than I must ere issuing from my ban. "
That is, not to have known his master in the flesh is the deepest
regret even of the disembodied soul, and worse than a year of the
grievous purifying agony just escaped. There are few more entran-
cing scenes in all the shining leaves of the Commedia) than the
Imaginary Conversation that ensues among these three poets, who
could never have met in our world. Dante shows, through Virgil's
lips, real knowledge and admiration of the “Thebaid. '
Most readers of the Commedia' will doubtless agree that there
is much of chance, and sometimes of afterthought, in the fate and
abode assigned by Dante to various departed spirits. He had by this
time been engaged long upon the poem that was still to make him
meagre for so many a year. Something had now called Statius
especially to his attention, and he realized that the courtly singer
had been omitted — when less prominent poets were named — from
Homer's company of sinless pagans in Limbo. But now, in the Pur-
gatorio, only Christians could be met.
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STATIUS
Then arose in Dante's imagination — for there appears to be no
such hint in Statius's works, nor in tradition elsewhere - the fancy
that in his last days the poet of the “Thebaid' was converted to the
new faith. In magnificent verses Statius assures Virgil that it was
through the famous fourth Eclogue that his soul was first aroused to
its earnest and successful quest for highest truth. Hence his double
gratitude to Virgil, his guide to poetry and also to salvation.
( Thou first directedst me
Towards Parnassus, in its grots to drink,
And first concerning God didst me enlighten.
Thou didst as he who walketh in the night,
Who bears his light behind, which helps him not,
But wary makes the persons after him,
When thou didst say: "The age renews itself,
Justice returns, and man's primeval time,
And a new progeny descends from heaven. '
Through thee I Poet was, through thee a Christian. )
verse.
Statius's “Thebaid' has been several times translated into English
Pope's version of Book i. was, to say the least, a surprising
exploit for a boy of twelve; and we can well believe that the mature
poet “retouched” it a little. The Silvæ) have been undeservedly
neglected. The entire Teubner text of Statius, in excellent print,
makes a single rather stout volume, and should be somewhat better
known. Popular none of the courtly epic poets of the Empire can or
should ever be.
Hizriam Canolan Lawton
A ROYAL BANQUET
[A brief passage from Statius's “Thebaid) will suffice to illustrate the rather
purposeless splendor and richness of color lavished upon the descriptions.
The lover of Virgil will recognize the master's frequent influence. The Eng-
lish rendering is of course somewhat free at times; but both in scholarship
and in metrical skill is still a surprising performance for a boy just entering
his teens, - even though that boy be Alexander Pope. ]
HE King once more the solemn rites requires,
And bids renew the feasts, and wake the fires.
His train obey, while all the courts around
With noisy care and various tumult sound.
T"
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Embroidered purple clothes the golden beds;
This slave the floor, and that the table spreads;
A third dispels the darkness of the night,
And fills depending lamps with beams of light.
Here loaves in canisters are piled on high,
And there in flames the slaughtered victims fly.
Sublime in regal state Adrastus shone,
Stretched on rich carpets on his ivory throne;
A lofty couch receives each princely guest;
Around, at awful distance, wait the rest.
And now the King, his royal feast to grace,
Acestis calls, the guardian of his race,
Who first their youth in arts of virtue trained,
And their ripe years in modest grace maintained;
Then softly whispered in her faithful ear,
And bade his daughters at the rites appear:
When from the close apartments of the night,
The royal nymphs approach divinely bright;
Such was Diana's, such Minerva's face,-
Nor shine their beauties with superior grace,
But that in these a milder charm endears,
And less of terror in their looks appears.
As on the heroes first they cast their eyes,
O'er their fair cheeks the glowing blushes rise;
Their downcast looks a decent shame confessed,
Then on their father's rev'rend features rest.
The banquet done, the monarch gives the sign
To fill the goblet high with sparkling wine
Which Danaüs used in sacred rites of old,
With sculpture graced, and rough with rising gold;
Here to the clouds victorious Perseus fies,
Medusa seems to inove her languid eyes,
And, even in gold, turns paler as she dies.
There from the chase Jove's towering eagle bears,
On golden wings, the Phrygian to the stars:
Still as he rises in th' ethereal height,
His native mountains lessen to his sight;
While all his sad companions upward gaze,
Fixed on the glorious scene in wild amaze;
And the swift hounds, affrighted as he flies,
Run to the shade, and bark against the skies.
This golden bowl with generous juice was crowned,
The first libations sprinkled on the ground.
By turns on each celestial power they call;
With Phæbus's name resounds the vaulted hall.
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13850
STATIUS
The courtly train, the strangers, and the rest,
Crowned with chaste laurel, and with garlands dressed,
While with rich gums the fuming altars blaze,
Salute the god in numerous hymns of praise.
TO MY WIFE
AN INVITATION TO A JOURNEY
From the (Silvæ)
W**.
HY, what then ails my sweetest wife,
To sigh all night, and mope all day?
I know thee true to me, my life!
No wanton shaft hath found its way
To that pure heart, and shall not so;
I scorn thee, Nemesis, while I say't!
To war, to sea, had I to go,
For twenty years my love would wait,
And send a thousand suitors hence.
She ne'er would stoop her web to ravel,
But shut her doors without pretense,
And calmly bid the rascals travel!
Why then this grieved and lofty look,
Because the impulse cometh to me
To seek our childhood's pious nook
And lay my bones in ancient Cumæ?
Take heart! Thou ne'er wert one of those
Possessed by Circe, or a madness
For those accursed theatric shows;
But honor, peace, and sober gladness
Content thee well. And do but think
How light the voyage we take! Though truly
Thine is a soul which would not shrink
From the dark shores of western Thule,
The horrors of the icy North,
Or seven-mouthed Nile's mysterious sources,
If once the fiat had gone forth
That doomed me to such distant courses.
Venus be praised, my early love
Is mine as well, in life's decline!
The chains I wear, nor would remove,
But gladly sport, are thine, dear -thine!
Thine, when I won the Alban crown,
And Cæsar's blessèd gold was earning,
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STATIUS
13851
The wreathéd arms about me thrown,
The panting kiss, my own returning;
And thine, on Capitolian mount,-
Worsted with me, in contest fateful, -
Wrath on my slighted lyre's account
And keen reproach to Jove ungrateful;
The nights that wakeful thou hast lain
No stammering note of mine to miss;
And all the years of cheerful pain
Thou livedst with me, my Thebais!
Who else, when late the darksome grave
Had all but claimed me, and the roar
Was in my ears of Lethe's wave,
My foot upon the utmost shore,
Had stood, like thee, with eyes so sad
The imminent doom confronting? Lo,
Thy grief it was the end forbade:
The great gods dared not face thy woe.
And wilt thou then, who once with me
Such way hast trod, decline to share
A brief sail on a smiling sea ?
Why! where's thy far-famed courage? Where
Thy likeness to the dames of Greece
And Latium in heroic ages ?
Love's reckless. Had it chanced to please
The most astute of married sages
To set up housekeeping in Troy,
Penelope had gone there gayly!
Sure as desertion slew the joy
Of Melibæa, Ægiale.
Come then to fair Parthenope!
For when that nymph, - Apollo guiding, -
With Venus's team traversed the sea,
She found a place of sweet abiding.
And I, who after all, am not
Either a Lydian or a Thracian,
Will choose for thee some happy spot,
Some soft sea-lapped and sheltered station,
In summer cool, in winter mild;
Where days go by in easeful quiet,
And nights in slumber sweet beguiled.
No echo of the Forum's riot
Shall enter there, nor dismal strife
Of wrangling courts; but he's the victor
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13852
STATIUS
Who lives, unforced, the noblest life,
And keeps the peace without a lictor!
Who cares, I say, for all the splendor
That glads the eye in golden Rome?
Vistas of columns without end, or
Park, temple, portico and dome?
Seats in the theatre's shady half,
Or five-year Capitolian contest?
Menander's blend of Grecian chaff
With Roman feeling, fair and honest ?
Nor need we lack diversions here:
There's Baiæ, by her summer ocean;
The Sibyl's mystic mount is near,
Predestined goal of pious Trojan;
The slopes of Gaurus gush with wine,
While yonder, rival of the moon,
A Pharos flings across the brine,
For sailor's cheer, its radiant boon;
Long on Sorrento's lovely hills
Hath Pollius grown a vintage brave;
Dear are Ænaria's healing rills,
And Stabiæ risen from its grave.
But why our common country's charms
Retell? Enough, dear wife, to say
She bore me for thy tender arms,
To be thy comrade many a day.
And shall the mother of us both
Be slighted thus ? A truce to teasing !
Thou comest, love, and nothing loth;
I see thee so thy speed increasing,
Mayhap thou'lt e'en arrive before me!
Nay, without me, I almost deem
The stately Roman homes would bore thee,
And even Tiber's lordly stream!
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature) by Harriet Waters
Preston
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STATIUS
13853
TO SLEEP
From the Silvæ)
Hºw
ow have I sinned, and lost alone thy grace,
O young and very gentle god of Sleep?
Still are the trees, the fields, the woodland ways,
Drowsy the nodding tree-tops. Even the deep
Roar of the rushing river muffled seems,
While, shorn of all his violence, the sea
Leans on the land's broad bosom, sunk in dreams.
Yet now, seven times, the moon hath looked on me
Languishing; and the stars of eve and morn
Their lamps relit; while heedless of my pain
Aurora passes in half-pitying scorn,
Nor lays her cooling touch upon my brain.
Were I as Argus, and my thousand eyes
Alternate veiled, nor ever all awake,
'Twere well. But now the heart within me dies.
Is there not somewhere one ho, for the sake
Of girlish arms all night about him thrown,
Would fain repel thee, Sleep? Oh, leave him so
And visit me! Yet shed not all thy down
On these poor lids, which cannot hope to know
The dreamless rest of the untroubled clown;
But lean, and touch me with thy wand, and go!
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature) by Harriet Waters
Preston
SATURNALIA
From the (Silvæ)
H
ENCE, Pallas grave, and Sire Apollo!
And let the attendant Muses follow!
Your fêtes be holden far away,
Nor hither come ere New Year's day.
But aid me, Saturn, loose of gait,
December with new wine elate,
And saline jest, and laughter free,
To sing our Cæsar's jubilee,-
A day of sport, a night of revel!
Aurora scarce had cleared the level
Of the horizon, on a morn
Dewless and bright as e'er was born,
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13854
STATIUS
When canvas whitened all the plain,
And showers of dainties fell like rain:
Huge Pontic nuts, and noble spoil
Of wild Idumea's mountain soil;
The sun-baked figs of fiery Caunus
And damson plums descended on us,
With cakes and cheeses of the fairies,
And the sweet curd of Umbrian dairies,
And spicy loaves, bay-flavored, and
Plump dates dispensed with open hand!
Not Hyas's weeping sisterhood
E’er deluged earth with such a flood;
Nor such, when wintrier stars prevail,
The flurry of sun-smitten hail
To folk who view the Latin play.
But let the tempests have their way
If but this homely Jove of ours
Deny us not his toothsome showers!
Till now each busy booth and tent
Receives a fuller complement
Of stately folk in garments fine,
Who, mid the flow of watered wine,
Their costlier viands bring to light,
Their baskets full, and napery white,–
For gods who feast on Ida, meet.
If thou, whom all the nations greet
As harvest-giver, - nor alone
The toga'd race thy sceptre own, -
Annona, scorn our festival,
When I on hoary Eld will call
To answer if the golden prime
Excelled in aught this happy time;
If crops were ever more abundant
Than now, or vintage more redundant;
Or if, at any time, the classes
Were ever friendlier with the masses,
Churl, knight, and senator, man and woman
All gorging at a table common !
Nay,- if it be not too audacious
To name the thing,- our sovereign gracious
Himself hath found a sitting here,
Thrice welcome to the boundless cheer;
And many a pauper felt the pride
Of feasting once at Cæsar's side!
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STATIUS
13855
Curious, to stand aloof, and see
How works this novel luxury:
In fiery spurts of virile passion,
Or strifes, in Amazonian fashion,
As if by Tanais's banks engaged,
Or shores of savage Thasis waged.
But now the folk of puny stature,
All bossed and bowed, the sport of nature,
Enter in line, our gifts partake,
And then a mutual onslaught make
With fists of so diminutive size
That Mars and Valor in the skies
Explode with laughter; while the cranes
Who wait our festival's remains,
Awhile oblivious of their plunder,
Observe the fray in silent wonder.
As day declines, impulsive charges
Are made upon a lavish largess.
Light ladies enter on the scene,
With whoso walks the stage's queen,
For beauty or for art renowned.
The players' pompous lines are drowned
By cymbals beaten to the whirls
Of Syrian and Spanish girls,
While one there is outvies the dancer,-
To wit, that humble necromancer
Who changes, by mysterious passes,
Sulphur to gold, in shivered glasses.
Amid these various junketings,
A sudden fight of winged things
Obscures the firmament. Captives, they,
The rain-beset Numidian's prey,
Or snared beside the Euxine sea,
Or sacred Nile. Incontinently
The seats are cleared, the chase begins,
And soon the wealth of him who wins
His bulging sinus clear displays.
Then what a shout in Cæsar's praise –
Lord of these Saturnalia glorious -
Ascends from countless throats uproarious !
Forbidden the tribute, still they cheer,
Until the darkening atmosphere
Hath taken eve's cerulean hue;
When blazes on the startled view
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13856
STATIUS
A flaming orb the arena over,
And all the shadows fly to cover.
The heavers, from pole to pole, are lit,
The Gnosian * stars with pallor smit,
The privacy of night hath vanished,
And quiet flies, and sleep is banished
To drowsy cities, far remote.
Our further pranks, who will may note!
Recount our tireless banqueting,
Our large potations fitly sing!
For now, at last, o'er even me
A soft Lyaan lethargy
Prevails. I prophesy however
The day I've sung will live forever;
The memory of its hero last,
While stand the Latian mountains fast,
While Tiber flows, till Rome shall fall
And the regenerate Capitol.
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature) by Harriet Waters
Preston
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13857
EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
(1833-)
HE subtle alchemy of Time, which by imperceptible degrees
transmutes youth into age, takes us often unawares, and
Get startles us by the completion of the process which we
deemed had hardly been begun. Only a few years ago, one thought
of our American poets as forming two groups: that of the old men,
with Whittier and Holmes as leaders of the chorus, and that of the
young singers, with Mr. Stoddard, Mr. Stedman, and Mr. Aldrich in
the foremost rank. Now the old poets are no more, and we realize
with a sort of surprise that the young sing-
ers have in their turn become the elders.
If England must now look upon Mr. Swin-
burne as an undoubted veteran, America
has a still stronger reason for viewing Mr.
Stedman in the same light; for he is nearly
four years the senior of his English con-
temporary
Edmund Clarence Stedman was born in
Hartford, Connecticut, on the 8th of Octo-
ber, 1833. He entered Yale in 1849, but
did not remain with his class to the end.
In 1852 he took up the profession of jour-
nalism, and followed it with varying for- E. C. STEDMAN
tunes, first in the country, afterwards in
New York, for twelve years. During the first period of the Civil
War, he acted as a newspaper correspondent from Washington and
the Army of the Potomac. In 1864 he obtained a seat in the New
York Stock Exchange, and has since that time doubled the pursuit of
literature with the life of a man of active affairs. His home was in
the city of New York until 1896, when he removed his household
gods to the quiet suburb of Bronxville, where he now resides.
Mr. Stedman's first published volume was the "Poems, Lyric, and
Idyllic of 1860. This was followed by Alice of Monmouth and Other
Poems) (1864), “The Blameless Prince and Other Poems (1869), and
(Hawthorne and Other Poems) (1877). The contents of these four
volumes were brought together in a Household Edition,' published
in 1884 in a single volume. Meanwhile, he had been devoting a
XXIV—867
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EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
growing amount of attention to critical work, which bore fruit in two
important volumes,—'The Victorian Poets) (1875), and “The Poets of
America' (1886). In 1892, a third volume was added to this section
of his works in the shape of the course of lectures on (The Nature
and Elements of Poetry) with which he had, in the year preceding,
inaugurated the Percy Turnbull memorial lectureship at the Johns
Hopkins University. In the present year (1897) he has published as
(Poems Now First Collected the verse that has accumulated since
the appearance of the Household Edition. ' A few words about his
activity as an editor and commentator will complete this account of
his more important work, although a number of minor publications
have been left unmentioned. From 1888 to 1890 he was engaged, in
collaboration with Miss Ellen M. Hutchinson, in preparing A Library
of American Literature in eleven volumes; a work so thoroughly and
so conscientiously done, it may be said in passing, that it is not
likely to have a rival. In 1895 he brought out, in connection with
Professor G. E. Woodberry, the much-needed complete edition of Poe,
supplying careful notes and extensive critical essays. In that year
also he published his judiciously chosen Victorian Anthology,' which
will be followed before long by an American Anthology' upon a
similat plan.
As a poet, Mr. Stedman occupies a very high place in our liter-
ature. His earlier work had suggestions of the things he most loved,
- of the Tennysonian idyl, the Landorian cameo, the delicate trilling
and the occasional” felicity of Holmes or Mr. Dobson; but it soon
became evident that his essential utterance was to be his own, and
the expression of a strong alert individuality. Some of his poems
such as “How Old Brown Took Harper's Ferry,) (Pan in Wall Street,'
and "Wanted - A Man'- are among the most familiar productions of
American authorship. During the dark days of the war he devoted
many a well-remembered and fervently patriotic strain to the cause
of the Union. And since then, upon many a celebration of civic or
social interest, he has expressed the dominant ideas and emotions of
the occasion in rarely felicitous numbers. His voice has been raised
in behalf of many a noble cause; and we find him thirty years ago
pleading for both Crete and Cuba, then as now struggling to be free.
The quality of his genius is mainly lyrical, and his poetical utter-
ance that of an eager clear-sighted spirit, responsive to both natural
impressions and the appeal of culture, and finely attuned to all the
complex life of the modern world. As a critic, he is in the highest
degree suggestive and helpful. His sense of the beautiful in liter-
ature is almost unerring, and he stimulates the reader to share in his
own raptures. His three volumes of criticism constitute the most
important body of opinion that has yet been produced by any one
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13859
man
on the subject of modern English poetry. Other critics have
given us purple patches of such discussion; Mr. Stedman alone has
woven a continuous web. And his critical writing combines, in nice
adjustment, the two elements that are usually represented by differ-
ent men. It is at once academic in its deference to the recognized
æsthetic standards, and subjective in its revelation of the play of
poetry upon a receptive and sympathetic mind, - thus escaping form-
alism upon the one hand, and inconclusiveness upon the other. It
need hardly be added that the mind thus trained in both the com-
position and the criticism of literature brings almost ideal qualifica-
tions to the tasks of editor and anthologist, and that Mr. Stedman's
work in these fields is no unimportant part of his great services to
literature.
A more indirect service to the same cause may be made the sub-
ject of this closing word. The younger generation of American writ-
ers owe Mr. Stedman a debt that is not wholly accounted for by the
enumeration of his books. Busy as the exigencies of his twofold life
have kept him, he has never been too busy to extend sympathy and
the helping hand of personal criticism and counsel to those who have
come to him for aid. He has thus given of himself so freely and so
generously that it must have proved in the aggregate a heavy tax
upon his energies. But he has the reward of knowing that the trib-
ute paid him as poet and critic by his readers is, to an exceptional
degree, mingled with the tribute of the personal gratitude that they
feel for him as counselor and friend.
(All the following poems are copyrighted, and are printed here by permission
of the author, and of Houghton, Miffin & Co. , publishers. ]
THE HAND OF LINCOLN
LOOK
OOK on this cast, and know the hand
That bore a nation in its hold;
From this mute witness understand
What Lincoln was, — how large of mold;
The man who sped the woodman's team,
And deepest sunk the plowman's share,
And pushed the laden raft astream,
Of fate before him unaware.
This was the hand that knew to swing
The axe,- since thus would Freedom train
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EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
Her son, – and made the forest ring,
And drove the wedge, and toiled amain.
Firm hand, that loftier office took,
A conscious leader's will obeyed,
And when men sought his word and look,
With steadfast might the gathering swayed.
No courtier's, toying with a sword,
Nor minstrel's, laid across a lute;
A chief's, uplifted to the Lord
When all the kings of earth were mute!
The hand of Anak, sinewed strong,
The fingers that on greatness clutch;
Yet, lo! the marks their lines along
Of one who strove and suffered much.
For here in knotted cord and vein
I trace the varying chart of years;
I know the troubled heart, the strain,
The weight of Atlas — and the tears.
Again I see the patient brow
That palm erewhile was wont to press;
And now 'tis furrowed deep, and now
Made smooth with hope and tenderness.
For something of a formless grace
This molded outline plays about;
A pitying flame, beyond our trace,
Breathes like a spirit, in and out, -
The love that cast an aureole
Round one who, longer to endure,
Called mirth to ease his ceaseless dole,
Yet kept his nobler purpose sure.
Lo, as I gaze, the statured man,
Built up from yon large hand, appears;
A type that Nature wills to plan
But once in all a people's years.
What better than this voiceless cast
To tell of such a one as he,
Since through its living semblance passed
The thought that bade a race be free!
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13861
PROVENÇAL LOVERS – AUCASSIN AND NICOLETTE
W"
THIN the garden of Beaucaire
He met her by a secret stair, —
The night was centuries ago.
Said Aucassin, “My love, my pet,
These old confessors vex me so!
They threaten all the pains of hell
Unless I give you up, ma belle,” –
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
“Now, who should there in heaven be
To fill your place, ma très-douce mie ?
To reach that spot I little care!
There all the droning priests are met;
All the old cripples, too, are there
That unto shrines and altars cling
To filch the Peter-pence we bring,”-
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
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LIBRARY
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WORLD'S BEST LITERATURE
ancient and Mloder
CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER
EDITOR
HAMILTON WRIGHT MABIE, LUCIA GILBERT RUNKLE
GEORGE H. WARNER
ASSOCIATE EDITORS
THIRTY VOLUMES
VOL. XXIV
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THE ADVISORY COUNCIL
CRAWFORD H. TOY, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Hebrew, HARVARD UNIVERSITY, Cambridge, Mass.
THOMAS R. LOUNSBURY, LL. D. , L. H. D. ,
Professor of English in the Sheffield Scientific School of
YALE UNIVERSITY, New Haven, Conn.
WILLIAM M. SLOANE, Ph. D. , L. H. D. ,
Professor of History and Political Science,
PRINCETON UNIVERSITY, Princeton, N. J.
BRANDER MATTHEWS, A. M. , LL. B. ,
Professor of Literature, COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY, New York City.
JAMES B. ANGELL, LL. D. ,
President of the UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN, Ann Arbor, Mich.
WILLARD FISKE, A. M. , Ph. D. ,
Late Professor of the Germanic and Scandinavian Languages
and Literatures,
CORNELL UNIVERSITY, Ithaca, N. Y.
EDWARD S. HOLDEN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Director of the Lick Observatory, and Astronomer,
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, Berkeley, Cal.
ALCÉE FORTIER, LIT. D. ,
Professor of the Romance Languages,
TULANE UNIVERSITY, New Orleans, La.
WILLIAM P. TRENT, M. A. ,
Dean of the Department of Arts and Sciences, and Professor of
English and History,
UNIVERSITY OF THE SOUTH, Sewanee, Tenn.
PAUL SHOREY, PH. D. ,
Professor of Greek and Latin Literature,
UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO, Chicago, Ill.
WILLIAM T. HARRIS, LL. D. ,
United States Commissioner of Education,
BUREAU OF EDUCATION, Washington, D. C.
sed
MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Literature in the
CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICA, Washington, D. C.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
VOL. XXIV
LIVED
PAGE
STATIUS
45-96 A. D. ?
13845
BY WILLIAM CRANSTON LAWTON
A Royal Banquet (Thebaid')
To my Wife: An Invitation to a Journey (“Silvæ')
To Sleep (same)
Saturnalia (same)
EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
1833-
13857
The Hand of Lincoln
Provençal Lovers — Aucassin and Nicolette
Ariel: In Memory of Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mors Benefica
Toujours Amour
Pan in Wall Street
The Discoverer
Cavalry Song
The Future of American Poetry (Poets of America')
Sir RICHARD STEELE
1671-1729
13875
On Behavior at Church (Guardian)
Mr. Bickerstaff Visits a Friend (Tatler)
On Coffee-Houses; Succession of Visitors; Character of
Eubulus (Spectator)
On the Effects of Public Mourning: Plainness in Dress
(Tatler)
On the Art of Growing Old (same)
On Flogging at Schools (Spectator)
The Art of Story-Telling (Guardian)
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LAURENCE STERNE
1713-1768 13899
The Widow Wadman Lays Siege to Uncle Toby's Heart
(Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy')
The Story of Le Fevre (same)
The Start (A Sentimental Journey through France and
Italy)
The Monk (same)
The Dead Ass (same)
The Pulse: Paris (same)
The Starling (same)
In Languedoc: An Idyl (same)
Robert Louis STEVENSON
1850-1894
13927
BY ROBERT BRIDGES
»
Bed in Summer
Travel
The Land of Counterpane
Northwest Passage: Good Night; Shadow March; In Port
“If This Were Faith"
Requiem
To Will H. Low
« The Tropics Vanish”
Tropic Rain
Christmas at Sea
A Fable ("The Lantern-Bearers')
Striving and Failing (A Christmas Sermon')
We Pass the Forth (Kidnapped')
A Night Among the Pines (Travels with a Donkey')
A Lodging for the Night (New Arabian Nights')
4
1828–
13977
WILLIAM JAMES STILLMAN
Billy and Hans: A True History
FRANK R. STOCKTON
1834-
13991
The Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine (from
the novel so named)
ELIZABETH BARSTOW STODDARD
The Great Gale (“Temple
House')
A Summer Night
El Manalo
1823-
14013
Mercedes
Nameless Pain
On the Campagna
On My Bed of a Winter Night
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PAGE
Richard HENRY STODDARD
Song
A Serenade
The Yellow Moon
The Sky Is a Drinking-Cup
The Two Brides
The Flight of Youth
The Sea
1825-
14029
The Sea
Along the Grassy Slope I
Sit
The Shadow of the Hand
Pain in Autumn
Birds
The Dead
1817-1888
14039
THEODOR STORM
After Years ('Immen-see')
1819-1896
14051
WILLIAM WETMORE STORY
The Ghetto in Rome ('Roba di Roma')
The King of the Beggars (same)
Spring in Rome
Cleopatra
The Chiffonier
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
1811-1896
14067
BY GEORGE S. MERRIAM
How Sam and Andy Helped Haley to Pursue Eliza (Uncle
Tom's Cabin')
Eliza's Flight (same)
Topsy (same)
Aaron Burr and Mary ("The Minister's Wooing')
A Spiritual Love (same)
Miss Prissy Takes Candace's Counsel (same)
The Minister's Sacrifice (same)
David FRIEDRICH STRAUSS
1808–1874 14107
The Development of Græco-Roman Cultivation (A New
Life of Jesus
1856-
14119
Ruth McENERY STUART
The Widder Johnsing
WILLIAM STUBBS
1825-
14139
BY E. S. NADAL
Social Life in the Fifteenth Century (Constitutional His-
tory of England)
Transition from the Age of Chivalry (same)
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PAGE
Sir John Suckling
1608-1642
14155
Song
A Bride (Ballad upon a
Wedding')
The Honest Lover
The Constant Lover
Verses
The Metamorphosis
Song
14163
HERMANN SUDERMANN
1857-
Returning from the Confirmation Lesson ('Dame Care')
The Trial (same)
Freed from Dame Care (same)
14181
EUGÈNE Sue
1804-1859
The Land's End of Two Worlds (“The Wandering Jew')
The Panther Fight (same)
The Chastisement (same)
14202
SUETONIUS
Second Century AD.
Caligula's Madness
Cowardice and Death of Nero
Vitellius
SULLY-PRUDHOMME
(René François Armand Prudhomme)
1839-
14209
BY FIRMIN ROZ
To the Reader
Unknown Friends
The Missal
La Charpie
Enfantillage
Au Bord de L'Eau
Ce Qui Dure
If You but Knew
Separation
The Death Agony
CHARLES SUMNER
1811-1874
14221
In Time of Peace Prepare for War
Some Changes in Modern Life
Peroration of Oration (The True Grandeur of Nations)
Spirit of Classical and of Modern Literature (Phi Beta
Kappa Oration of 1846)
The Dignity of the Jurist
Allston in Italy
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LIVED
PAGE
EMANUEL SWEDENBORG
1688-1772
14237
BY FRANK SEWALL
The Contiguity and Harmony of the World (Principia
Rerum Naturalium')
Individuality Eternal ('The Soul')
The Perfect Man the True Philosopher (Principia Rerum
Naturalium')
On the Internal Sense of the Word ("The Doctrine of
the Sacred Scriptures')
How by the Word, Heaven and Earth are Brought into As-
sociation (Heavenly Doctrine of the New Jerusalem')
The Church Universal ("Divine Providence')
The Ethics of Swedenborg:
The Spiritual Life: How it is Acquired (Apocalypse
Explained')
The Social Good Doctrine of Charity')
Marriage Love (Heaven and Hell')
The Second Coming of the Lord (“True Christian Reli-
gion')
JONATHAN Swift
1667-1745
14259
BY ANNA MCCLURE SHOLL
An Argument to Prove that the Abolishing of Christianity
in England may, as Things Now Stand, be Attended
with Some Inconveniences, and Perhaps Not Produce
those Many Good Effects Proposed Thereby
Gulliver Among the Pigmies (Gulliver's Travels ')
Gulliver Among the Giants (same)
The Houyhnhnms (same)
The Struldbrugs (same)
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
1837–
14289
BY WILLIAM MORTON PAYNE
Dedication
Hymn to Proserpine
The Garden of Proserpine
Hesperia
In Memory of Walter Savage
The Pilgrims
Super Flumina Babylonis
Mater Triumphalis
From Athens'
Of Such is the Kingdom
Landor
A Forsaken Garden
of Heaven
The Salt of the Earth
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LIVED
PAGE
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE - Continued :
-
A Child's Future
Love at Sea
Adieux à Marie Stuart
A Match
Étude Réaliste
14329
CARMEN SYLVA
(Elizabeth, Queen of Roumania)
1843-
Fodder-Time
The Stone-Cutter
The Sower
The Post
The Boatman's Song
Dimbovitza
The Country Letter-Carrier Longing
Carmen
JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS
1840–1893 14337
Italian Art in its Relation to Religion ('The Renaissance
in Italy)
The Invasion of Italy by Charles VIII. of France (His-
tory of the Renaissance in Italy')
The Genius of Greek Art ('Studies of the Greek Poets')
Ravenna (“Sketches in Italy')
Venice
The Nightingale
Farewell
The Feet of the Beloved
Eyebright
Tacitus
55 ? -?
14369
BY CHARLES E. BENNETT
The Training of Children (A Dialogue on Oratory')
Domitian's Reign of Terror (“Agricola')
Apostrophe to Agricola (same)
Manners and Customs of the Germans (“Germania'): Gov-
ernment — Influence of Women; Deities; Auguries and
Method of Divination; Councils; Punishments Ad-
ministration of Justice; Training of the Youth; War-
like Ardor of the People; Habits in Time of Peace;
Arrangement of their Towns Subterranean Dwell-
ings; Marriage Laws
Scene of the Defeat of Varus (Annals')
Servility of the Senate (same)
Death and Character of Tiberius (same)
The Great Fire at Rome, and Nero's Accusation of the
Christians (same)
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LIVED
PAGE
Tahitian LITERATURE: The Teva Poets - Notes on a Poetic
Family in Tahiti
14389
BY JOHN LA FARGE
Song of Reproof
Soliloquy of Teura, a Beauty, Asked to Wed Punu, an Old
Chief
Song for the Crowning of Pomare
HIPPOLYTE ADOLPHE TAINE
1828-1893
14399
BY FERDINAND BRUNETIÈRE
Characteristics of the English Mind (Notes on England')
Typical English Men and Women (same)
The Race Characters Expressed in Art ('Art in the Nether-
lands)
The Comedy of Manners at Versailles (The Ancient
Régime')
The Tastes of Good Society (same)
Polite Education (same)
Drawing-Room Life (same)
The Disarming of Character (same)
THE TALMUD
14453
BY MAX MARGOLIS
## p. 13842 (#20) ###########################################
## p. 13843 (#21) ###########################################
LIST OF PORTRAITS
IN VOL. XXIV
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Edmund Clarence Stedman
Sir Richard Steele
Laurence Sterne
Robert Louis Stevenson
Frank R. Stockton
Richard Henry Stoddard
Theodor Storm
William Wetmore Story
Harriet Beecher Stowe
David Friedrich Strauss
Ruth McEnery Stuart
Sir John Suckling
Hermann Sudermann
Eugène Sue
Suetonius
Sully-Prudhomme
(René François Armand Prudhomme)
Charles Sumner
Emanuel Swedenborg
Jonathan Swift
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Carmen Sylva
(Elizabeth, Queen of Roumania)
John Addington Symonds
Tacitus
Hippolyte Adolphe Taine
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13845
STATIUS
(45-96 A. D. ? )
BY WILLIAM CRANSTON LAWTON
RT
UBLIUS PAPINIUS STATIUS, epic, lyric, and dramatic poet, was
born at Naples about the middle, and died there about the
Suur end, of the first century A. D. Neither date can be fixed.
His last volume of verse was published at Naples in 95. He flour-
ished especially however at Rome, under the capricious and cruel
emperor Domitian. He and Martial testify eloquently to their mutual
jealousy by making no mention each of the other. Juvenal marks
him as a thriftless adventurer; saying he might well have starved
had not Paris, the popular actor, bought his farce. Of these things
we know no more. Statius himself launched his hopes of eternal
fame with his long-wrought epic on the tragical story of Thebes.
The four ponderous epics still extant, dating from the first cen-
tury of our era, give us little reason to regret the loss of the num-
berless heavy galleons besides that have sunk into utter forgetfulness.
Whether patriotically Roman in subject, like the ventures of Lucan
and Silius Italicus, or rebuilt from Greek materials like Valerius Flac-
cus's Argonautica' and Statius's “Thebaid, the four survivors plainly
follow the track of the stately flagship, the Æneid' — but far and far
astern!
For several reasons there is perhaps no passage in the poem more
pleasing than the closing lines of the “Thebaid':
After the long sea-journey my vessel hath won her the harbor.
Shalt thou afar survive to be read, outliving thy master,
0 my (Thebaid, watched for twice six years without ceasing ?
Verily Fame already has smoothed thy favoring pathway;
Cæsar, the noble-spirited, deigns already to know thee,
Eager is now the Italian youth to read and proclaim thee!
Live, I pray: nor yet draw nigh to the sacred Æneid):
Follow thou, rather, afar, and always worship her footprints.
(
This same repellent subject, the tale of Thebes, like Pelops's
line, and the tale of Troy divine,” had been constantly reworked since
the earliest dawn of Greek poetry. Hardly one prominent incident
indeed in these twelve long books — nearly ten thousand hexameter
verses — can have brought a sense of pleased surprise to the jaded
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13846
STATIUS
listener. Nor has the story of Edipus's misfortunes, and the strife of
his sons, as here set forth, any fitness or helpful application either
for the Roman audience or for us. No stately or pathetic figure
dominates the scene as in Sophoclean tragedy. It is simply a com-
plicated series of harrowing mythical events, retold with much vigor
of language and versification, with measureless learned digression,
with much heaping-up of elaborate simile and many-sided allusive
epithet, -"a tale full of sound and fury, but as for all larger ethi-
-
cal or artistic purport, « signifying nothing. " Statius seems to have
been a professional composer of epic, brought up to the art by his
father,— himself a successful versifier at least, if not the great poet
filial affection would make him.
Once again at least, Statius, with indomitable energy, attempted
to exhaust a great cycle of Hellenic myth: to trace the whole life of
Achilles, from Chiron's forest school to the lonely barrow by Sigeion.
We can hardly regret that this time only eleven hundred lines have
been completed, and that the young hero never even reaches Troy!
It is not for these things, if at all, that Statius is now remembered;
though in his own day the (Thebaid, at least, was straightway read
book by book to admiring throngs, and became at once a text which
schoolboys committed to memory.
«Statius is great,” says Niebuhr, “in his little poems. These
are real poetry indeed, and have the true local color. They are read
with especial enjoyment if one reads them in Italy. ” This praise,
and quite as warm words of Goethe, applied to the (Silvæ,' or occas-
ional pieces. There are altogether thirty-two of these. Statius
boasts of the facility with which even the longest, of almost three
hundred verses, was dashed off within two days. But indeed the
haste has often left its marks. He was, in fact, a popular and hard-
worked court poet,- and of what a court! The savage emperor
Domitian, the all-powerful freedmen and other adventurers about
him, even the wretched boy pets and pages, could demand the serv-
ices of this ever-ready and vigorous quill. He shall sing of a curious
tree, a fine statue, or a luxurious villa. An elegy is wanted for the
death of a page, of a talking parrot, of a pet lion. Statius shall be
ready.
The pity of it all is that we really discern poetic instinct, mas-
culine force, earnest feeling, in the man. He must have felt such
service as degradation indeed, — this busy singer of an ignoble day.
When the favorite eunuch of the tyrant requires a dedicatory poem
for his own curly locks, sent as an offering to an Oriental shrine,
even Statius grows weary at last; and the next poem is a plaintive
and sincere appeal to his wife to join him in his return to his native
city, Naples, there to spend a peaceful and quiet old age. This poem
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STATIUS
13847
to his wife, another written for the recurrence of Lucan's birthday,
and especially the lyric appeal to Somnus, the god of sleep, are full
of natural feeling and poetic grace.
Statius's relations with his Roman wife Claudia, and his step-
daughter, seem to have been most harmonious. He himself was
childless. He was probably of good social rank, and a land-owner.
He was apparently cut off rather prematurely, soon after his return
to Naples, while engaged on the (Achilleis.
'
The epic poems of Statius were popular throughout later antiq-
uity, and were preserved in numerous MSS. The Renaissance caused
their eclipse, by bringing to light the nobler Hellenic masterpieces.
Shortly before that time, however, the genius of a far greater Italian
poet gave him an immortality of fame which his own works would
not have assured him.
In the LXVth canto of the Commedia,' the living Dante and his
ghostly guide, Virgil, already nearing the summit of the Purgatorial
mountain, are joined by another shade, a heavenward pilgrim. In
answer to Virgil's inquiries he tells them :-
«Statius the people name me still on earth.
I sang of Thebes, and then of great Achilles ;
But on the way fell with my second burden. ”
At once he adds his indebtedness for all his inspiration to the
Æneid':-
«And to have lived upon the earth what time
Virgilius lived, I would accept one sun
More than I must ere issuing from my ban. "
That is, not to have known his master in the flesh is the deepest
regret even of the disembodied soul, and worse than a year of the
grievous purifying agony just escaped. There are few more entran-
cing scenes in all the shining leaves of the Commedia) than the
Imaginary Conversation that ensues among these three poets, who
could never have met in our world. Dante shows, through Virgil's
lips, real knowledge and admiration of the “Thebaid. '
Most readers of the Commedia' will doubtless agree that there
is much of chance, and sometimes of afterthought, in the fate and
abode assigned by Dante to various departed spirits. He had by this
time been engaged long upon the poem that was still to make him
meagre for so many a year. Something had now called Statius
especially to his attention, and he realized that the courtly singer
had been omitted — when less prominent poets were named — from
Homer's company of sinless pagans in Limbo. But now, in the Pur-
gatorio, only Christians could be met.
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13848
STATIUS
Then arose in Dante's imagination — for there appears to be no
such hint in Statius's works, nor in tradition elsewhere - the fancy
that in his last days the poet of the “Thebaid' was converted to the
new faith. In magnificent verses Statius assures Virgil that it was
through the famous fourth Eclogue that his soul was first aroused to
its earnest and successful quest for highest truth. Hence his double
gratitude to Virgil, his guide to poetry and also to salvation.
( Thou first directedst me
Towards Parnassus, in its grots to drink,
And first concerning God didst me enlighten.
Thou didst as he who walketh in the night,
Who bears his light behind, which helps him not,
But wary makes the persons after him,
When thou didst say: "The age renews itself,
Justice returns, and man's primeval time,
And a new progeny descends from heaven. '
Through thee I Poet was, through thee a Christian. )
verse.
Statius's “Thebaid' has been several times translated into English
Pope's version of Book i. was, to say the least, a surprising
exploit for a boy of twelve; and we can well believe that the mature
poet “retouched” it a little. The Silvæ) have been undeservedly
neglected. The entire Teubner text of Statius, in excellent print,
makes a single rather stout volume, and should be somewhat better
known. Popular none of the courtly epic poets of the Empire can or
should ever be.
Hizriam Canolan Lawton
A ROYAL BANQUET
[A brief passage from Statius's “Thebaid) will suffice to illustrate the rather
purposeless splendor and richness of color lavished upon the descriptions.
The lover of Virgil will recognize the master's frequent influence. The Eng-
lish rendering is of course somewhat free at times; but both in scholarship
and in metrical skill is still a surprising performance for a boy just entering
his teens, - even though that boy be Alexander Pope. ]
HE King once more the solemn rites requires,
And bids renew the feasts, and wake the fires.
His train obey, while all the courts around
With noisy care and various tumult sound.
T"
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13849
Embroidered purple clothes the golden beds;
This slave the floor, and that the table spreads;
A third dispels the darkness of the night,
And fills depending lamps with beams of light.
Here loaves in canisters are piled on high,
And there in flames the slaughtered victims fly.
Sublime in regal state Adrastus shone,
Stretched on rich carpets on his ivory throne;
A lofty couch receives each princely guest;
Around, at awful distance, wait the rest.
And now the King, his royal feast to grace,
Acestis calls, the guardian of his race,
Who first their youth in arts of virtue trained,
And their ripe years in modest grace maintained;
Then softly whispered in her faithful ear,
And bade his daughters at the rites appear:
When from the close apartments of the night,
The royal nymphs approach divinely bright;
Such was Diana's, such Minerva's face,-
Nor shine their beauties with superior grace,
But that in these a milder charm endears,
And less of terror in their looks appears.
As on the heroes first they cast their eyes,
O'er their fair cheeks the glowing blushes rise;
Their downcast looks a decent shame confessed,
Then on their father's rev'rend features rest.
The banquet done, the monarch gives the sign
To fill the goblet high with sparkling wine
Which Danaüs used in sacred rites of old,
With sculpture graced, and rough with rising gold;
Here to the clouds victorious Perseus fies,
Medusa seems to inove her languid eyes,
And, even in gold, turns paler as she dies.
There from the chase Jove's towering eagle bears,
On golden wings, the Phrygian to the stars:
Still as he rises in th' ethereal height,
His native mountains lessen to his sight;
While all his sad companions upward gaze,
Fixed on the glorious scene in wild amaze;
And the swift hounds, affrighted as he flies,
Run to the shade, and bark against the skies.
This golden bowl with generous juice was crowned,
The first libations sprinkled on the ground.
By turns on each celestial power they call;
With Phæbus's name resounds the vaulted hall.
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13850
STATIUS
The courtly train, the strangers, and the rest,
Crowned with chaste laurel, and with garlands dressed,
While with rich gums the fuming altars blaze,
Salute the god in numerous hymns of praise.
TO MY WIFE
AN INVITATION TO A JOURNEY
From the (Silvæ)
W**.
HY, what then ails my sweetest wife,
To sigh all night, and mope all day?
I know thee true to me, my life!
No wanton shaft hath found its way
To that pure heart, and shall not so;
I scorn thee, Nemesis, while I say't!
To war, to sea, had I to go,
For twenty years my love would wait,
And send a thousand suitors hence.
She ne'er would stoop her web to ravel,
But shut her doors without pretense,
And calmly bid the rascals travel!
Why then this grieved and lofty look,
Because the impulse cometh to me
To seek our childhood's pious nook
And lay my bones in ancient Cumæ?
Take heart! Thou ne'er wert one of those
Possessed by Circe, or a madness
For those accursed theatric shows;
But honor, peace, and sober gladness
Content thee well. And do but think
How light the voyage we take! Though truly
Thine is a soul which would not shrink
From the dark shores of western Thule,
The horrors of the icy North,
Or seven-mouthed Nile's mysterious sources,
If once the fiat had gone forth
That doomed me to such distant courses.
Venus be praised, my early love
Is mine as well, in life's decline!
The chains I wear, nor would remove,
But gladly sport, are thine, dear -thine!
Thine, when I won the Alban crown,
And Cæsar's blessèd gold was earning,
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STATIUS
13851
The wreathéd arms about me thrown,
The panting kiss, my own returning;
And thine, on Capitolian mount,-
Worsted with me, in contest fateful, -
Wrath on my slighted lyre's account
And keen reproach to Jove ungrateful;
The nights that wakeful thou hast lain
No stammering note of mine to miss;
And all the years of cheerful pain
Thou livedst with me, my Thebais!
Who else, when late the darksome grave
Had all but claimed me, and the roar
Was in my ears of Lethe's wave,
My foot upon the utmost shore,
Had stood, like thee, with eyes so sad
The imminent doom confronting? Lo,
Thy grief it was the end forbade:
The great gods dared not face thy woe.
And wilt thou then, who once with me
Such way hast trod, decline to share
A brief sail on a smiling sea ?
Why! where's thy far-famed courage? Where
Thy likeness to the dames of Greece
And Latium in heroic ages ?
Love's reckless. Had it chanced to please
The most astute of married sages
To set up housekeeping in Troy,
Penelope had gone there gayly!
Sure as desertion slew the joy
Of Melibæa, Ægiale.
Come then to fair Parthenope!
For when that nymph, - Apollo guiding, -
With Venus's team traversed the sea,
She found a place of sweet abiding.
And I, who after all, am not
Either a Lydian or a Thracian,
Will choose for thee some happy spot,
Some soft sea-lapped and sheltered station,
In summer cool, in winter mild;
Where days go by in easeful quiet,
And nights in slumber sweet beguiled.
No echo of the Forum's riot
Shall enter there, nor dismal strife
Of wrangling courts; but he's the victor
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13852
STATIUS
Who lives, unforced, the noblest life,
And keeps the peace without a lictor!
Who cares, I say, for all the splendor
That glads the eye in golden Rome?
Vistas of columns without end, or
Park, temple, portico and dome?
Seats in the theatre's shady half,
Or five-year Capitolian contest?
Menander's blend of Grecian chaff
With Roman feeling, fair and honest ?
Nor need we lack diversions here:
There's Baiæ, by her summer ocean;
The Sibyl's mystic mount is near,
Predestined goal of pious Trojan;
The slopes of Gaurus gush with wine,
While yonder, rival of the moon,
A Pharos flings across the brine,
For sailor's cheer, its radiant boon;
Long on Sorrento's lovely hills
Hath Pollius grown a vintage brave;
Dear are Ænaria's healing rills,
And Stabiæ risen from its grave.
But why our common country's charms
Retell? Enough, dear wife, to say
She bore me for thy tender arms,
To be thy comrade many a day.
And shall the mother of us both
Be slighted thus ? A truce to teasing !
Thou comest, love, and nothing loth;
I see thee so thy speed increasing,
Mayhap thou'lt e'en arrive before me!
Nay, without me, I almost deem
The stately Roman homes would bore thee,
And even Tiber's lordly stream!
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature) by Harriet Waters
Preston
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STATIUS
13853
TO SLEEP
From the Silvæ)
Hºw
ow have I sinned, and lost alone thy grace,
O young and very gentle god of Sleep?
Still are the trees, the fields, the woodland ways,
Drowsy the nodding tree-tops. Even the deep
Roar of the rushing river muffled seems,
While, shorn of all his violence, the sea
Leans on the land's broad bosom, sunk in dreams.
Yet now, seven times, the moon hath looked on me
Languishing; and the stars of eve and morn
Their lamps relit; while heedless of my pain
Aurora passes in half-pitying scorn,
Nor lays her cooling touch upon my brain.
Were I as Argus, and my thousand eyes
Alternate veiled, nor ever all awake,
'Twere well. But now the heart within me dies.
Is there not somewhere one ho, for the sake
Of girlish arms all night about him thrown,
Would fain repel thee, Sleep? Oh, leave him so
And visit me! Yet shed not all thy down
On these poor lids, which cannot hope to know
The dreamless rest of the untroubled clown;
But lean, and touch me with thy wand, and go!
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature) by Harriet Waters
Preston
SATURNALIA
From the (Silvæ)
H
ENCE, Pallas grave, and Sire Apollo!
And let the attendant Muses follow!
Your fêtes be holden far away,
Nor hither come ere New Year's day.
But aid me, Saturn, loose of gait,
December with new wine elate,
And saline jest, and laughter free,
To sing our Cæsar's jubilee,-
A day of sport, a night of revel!
Aurora scarce had cleared the level
Of the horizon, on a morn
Dewless and bright as e'er was born,
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13854
STATIUS
When canvas whitened all the plain,
And showers of dainties fell like rain:
Huge Pontic nuts, and noble spoil
Of wild Idumea's mountain soil;
The sun-baked figs of fiery Caunus
And damson plums descended on us,
With cakes and cheeses of the fairies,
And the sweet curd of Umbrian dairies,
And spicy loaves, bay-flavored, and
Plump dates dispensed with open hand!
Not Hyas's weeping sisterhood
E’er deluged earth with such a flood;
Nor such, when wintrier stars prevail,
The flurry of sun-smitten hail
To folk who view the Latin play.
But let the tempests have their way
If but this homely Jove of ours
Deny us not his toothsome showers!
Till now each busy booth and tent
Receives a fuller complement
Of stately folk in garments fine,
Who, mid the flow of watered wine,
Their costlier viands bring to light,
Their baskets full, and napery white,–
For gods who feast on Ida, meet.
If thou, whom all the nations greet
As harvest-giver, - nor alone
The toga'd race thy sceptre own, -
Annona, scorn our festival,
When I on hoary Eld will call
To answer if the golden prime
Excelled in aught this happy time;
If crops were ever more abundant
Than now, or vintage more redundant;
Or if, at any time, the classes
Were ever friendlier with the masses,
Churl, knight, and senator, man and woman
All gorging at a table common !
Nay,- if it be not too audacious
To name the thing,- our sovereign gracious
Himself hath found a sitting here,
Thrice welcome to the boundless cheer;
And many a pauper felt the pride
Of feasting once at Cæsar's side!
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Curious, to stand aloof, and see
How works this novel luxury:
In fiery spurts of virile passion,
Or strifes, in Amazonian fashion,
As if by Tanais's banks engaged,
Or shores of savage Thasis waged.
But now the folk of puny stature,
All bossed and bowed, the sport of nature,
Enter in line, our gifts partake,
And then a mutual onslaught make
With fists of so diminutive size
That Mars and Valor in the skies
Explode with laughter; while the cranes
Who wait our festival's remains,
Awhile oblivious of their plunder,
Observe the fray in silent wonder.
As day declines, impulsive charges
Are made upon a lavish largess.
Light ladies enter on the scene,
With whoso walks the stage's queen,
For beauty or for art renowned.
The players' pompous lines are drowned
By cymbals beaten to the whirls
Of Syrian and Spanish girls,
While one there is outvies the dancer,-
To wit, that humble necromancer
Who changes, by mysterious passes,
Sulphur to gold, in shivered glasses.
Amid these various junketings,
A sudden fight of winged things
Obscures the firmament. Captives, they,
The rain-beset Numidian's prey,
Or snared beside the Euxine sea,
Or sacred Nile. Incontinently
The seats are cleared, the chase begins,
And soon the wealth of him who wins
His bulging sinus clear displays.
Then what a shout in Cæsar's praise –
Lord of these Saturnalia glorious -
Ascends from countless throats uproarious !
Forbidden the tribute, still they cheer,
Until the darkening atmosphere
Hath taken eve's cerulean hue;
When blazes on the startled view
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A flaming orb the arena over,
And all the shadows fly to cover.
The heavers, from pole to pole, are lit,
The Gnosian * stars with pallor smit,
The privacy of night hath vanished,
And quiet flies, and sleep is banished
To drowsy cities, far remote.
Our further pranks, who will may note!
Recount our tireless banqueting,
Our large potations fitly sing!
For now, at last, o'er even me
A soft Lyaan lethargy
Prevails. I prophesy however
The day I've sung will live forever;
The memory of its hero last,
While stand the Latian mountains fast,
While Tiber flows, till Rome shall fall
And the regenerate Capitol.
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature) by Harriet Waters
Preston
* Cretan: the constellation of «Ariadne's Crown. ”
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EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
(1833-)
HE subtle alchemy of Time, which by imperceptible degrees
transmutes youth into age, takes us often unawares, and
Get startles us by the completion of the process which we
deemed had hardly been begun. Only a few years ago, one thought
of our American poets as forming two groups: that of the old men,
with Whittier and Holmes as leaders of the chorus, and that of the
young singers, with Mr. Stoddard, Mr. Stedman, and Mr. Aldrich in
the foremost rank. Now the old poets are no more, and we realize
with a sort of surprise that the young sing-
ers have in their turn become the elders.
If England must now look upon Mr. Swin-
burne as an undoubted veteran, America
has a still stronger reason for viewing Mr.
Stedman in the same light; for he is nearly
four years the senior of his English con-
temporary
Edmund Clarence Stedman was born in
Hartford, Connecticut, on the 8th of Octo-
ber, 1833. He entered Yale in 1849, but
did not remain with his class to the end.
In 1852 he took up the profession of jour-
nalism, and followed it with varying for- E. C. STEDMAN
tunes, first in the country, afterwards in
New York, for twelve years. During the first period of the Civil
War, he acted as a newspaper correspondent from Washington and
the Army of the Potomac. In 1864 he obtained a seat in the New
York Stock Exchange, and has since that time doubled the pursuit of
literature with the life of a man of active affairs. His home was in
the city of New York until 1896, when he removed his household
gods to the quiet suburb of Bronxville, where he now resides.
Mr. Stedman's first published volume was the "Poems, Lyric, and
Idyllic of 1860. This was followed by Alice of Monmouth and Other
Poems) (1864), “The Blameless Prince and Other Poems (1869), and
(Hawthorne and Other Poems) (1877). The contents of these four
volumes were brought together in a Household Edition,' published
in 1884 in a single volume. Meanwhile, he had been devoting a
XXIV—867
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growing amount of attention to critical work, which bore fruit in two
important volumes,—'The Victorian Poets) (1875), and “The Poets of
America' (1886). In 1892, a third volume was added to this section
of his works in the shape of the course of lectures on (The Nature
and Elements of Poetry) with which he had, in the year preceding,
inaugurated the Percy Turnbull memorial lectureship at the Johns
Hopkins University. In the present year (1897) he has published as
(Poems Now First Collected the verse that has accumulated since
the appearance of the Household Edition. ' A few words about his
activity as an editor and commentator will complete this account of
his more important work, although a number of minor publications
have been left unmentioned. From 1888 to 1890 he was engaged, in
collaboration with Miss Ellen M. Hutchinson, in preparing A Library
of American Literature in eleven volumes; a work so thoroughly and
so conscientiously done, it may be said in passing, that it is not
likely to have a rival. In 1895 he brought out, in connection with
Professor G. E. Woodberry, the much-needed complete edition of Poe,
supplying careful notes and extensive critical essays. In that year
also he published his judiciously chosen Victorian Anthology,' which
will be followed before long by an American Anthology' upon a
similat plan.
As a poet, Mr. Stedman occupies a very high place in our liter-
ature. His earlier work had suggestions of the things he most loved,
- of the Tennysonian idyl, the Landorian cameo, the delicate trilling
and the occasional” felicity of Holmes or Mr. Dobson; but it soon
became evident that his essential utterance was to be his own, and
the expression of a strong alert individuality. Some of his poems
such as “How Old Brown Took Harper's Ferry,) (Pan in Wall Street,'
and "Wanted - A Man'- are among the most familiar productions of
American authorship. During the dark days of the war he devoted
many a well-remembered and fervently patriotic strain to the cause
of the Union. And since then, upon many a celebration of civic or
social interest, he has expressed the dominant ideas and emotions of
the occasion in rarely felicitous numbers. His voice has been raised
in behalf of many a noble cause; and we find him thirty years ago
pleading for both Crete and Cuba, then as now struggling to be free.
The quality of his genius is mainly lyrical, and his poetical utter-
ance that of an eager clear-sighted spirit, responsive to both natural
impressions and the appeal of culture, and finely attuned to all the
complex life of the modern world. As a critic, he is in the highest
degree suggestive and helpful. His sense of the beautiful in liter-
ature is almost unerring, and he stimulates the reader to share in his
own raptures. His three volumes of criticism constitute the most
important body of opinion that has yet been produced by any one
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man
on the subject of modern English poetry. Other critics have
given us purple patches of such discussion; Mr. Stedman alone has
woven a continuous web. And his critical writing combines, in nice
adjustment, the two elements that are usually represented by differ-
ent men. It is at once academic in its deference to the recognized
æsthetic standards, and subjective in its revelation of the play of
poetry upon a receptive and sympathetic mind, - thus escaping form-
alism upon the one hand, and inconclusiveness upon the other. It
need hardly be added that the mind thus trained in both the com-
position and the criticism of literature brings almost ideal qualifica-
tions to the tasks of editor and anthologist, and that Mr. Stedman's
work in these fields is no unimportant part of his great services to
literature.
A more indirect service to the same cause may be made the sub-
ject of this closing word. The younger generation of American writ-
ers owe Mr. Stedman a debt that is not wholly accounted for by the
enumeration of his books. Busy as the exigencies of his twofold life
have kept him, he has never been too busy to extend sympathy and
the helping hand of personal criticism and counsel to those who have
come to him for aid. He has thus given of himself so freely and so
generously that it must have proved in the aggregate a heavy tax
upon his energies. But he has the reward of knowing that the trib-
ute paid him as poet and critic by his readers is, to an exceptional
degree, mingled with the tribute of the personal gratitude that they
feel for him as counselor and friend.
(All the following poems are copyrighted, and are printed here by permission
of the author, and of Houghton, Miffin & Co. , publishers. ]
THE HAND OF LINCOLN
LOOK
OOK on this cast, and know the hand
That bore a nation in its hold;
From this mute witness understand
What Lincoln was, — how large of mold;
The man who sped the woodman's team,
And deepest sunk the plowman's share,
And pushed the laden raft astream,
Of fate before him unaware.
This was the hand that knew to swing
The axe,- since thus would Freedom train
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Her son, – and made the forest ring,
And drove the wedge, and toiled amain.
Firm hand, that loftier office took,
A conscious leader's will obeyed,
And when men sought his word and look,
With steadfast might the gathering swayed.
No courtier's, toying with a sword,
Nor minstrel's, laid across a lute;
A chief's, uplifted to the Lord
When all the kings of earth were mute!
The hand of Anak, sinewed strong,
The fingers that on greatness clutch;
Yet, lo! the marks their lines along
Of one who strove and suffered much.
For here in knotted cord and vein
I trace the varying chart of years;
I know the troubled heart, the strain,
The weight of Atlas — and the tears.
Again I see the patient brow
That palm erewhile was wont to press;
And now 'tis furrowed deep, and now
Made smooth with hope and tenderness.
For something of a formless grace
This molded outline plays about;
A pitying flame, beyond our trace,
Breathes like a spirit, in and out, -
The love that cast an aureole
Round one who, longer to endure,
Called mirth to ease his ceaseless dole,
Yet kept his nobler purpose sure.
Lo, as I gaze, the statured man,
Built up from yon large hand, appears;
A type that Nature wills to plan
But once in all a people's years.
What better than this voiceless cast
To tell of such a one as he,
Since through its living semblance passed
The thought that bade a race be free!
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PROVENÇAL LOVERS – AUCASSIN AND NICOLETTE
W"
THIN the garden of Beaucaire
He met her by a secret stair, —
The night was centuries ago.
Said Aucassin, “My love, my pet,
These old confessors vex me so!
They threaten all the pains of hell
Unless I give you up, ma belle,” –
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
“Now, who should there in heaven be
To fill your place, ma très-douce mie ?
To reach that spot I little care!
There all the droning priests are met;
All the old cripples, too, are there
That unto shrines and altars cling
To filch the Peter-pence we bring,”-
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
