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At the time of Addison's stay in Ireland, the days of Swift's eclipse
were, however, far distant; both men were in their prime. That
Swift loved Addison is clear enough; and it is easy to understand
the qualities which made Addison one of the most deeply loved men
of his time. He was of an eminently social temper, although averse
to large companies and shy and silent in their presence. “There is
no such thing,” he once said, “as real conversation but between two
persons. ” He was free from malice, meanness, or jealousy, Pope to
the contrary notwithstanding. He was absolutely loyal to his prin-
ciples and to his friends, in a time when many men changed both
with as little compunction as they changed wigs and swords. His
personality was singularly winning; his features regular, and full of
refinement and intelligence; his bearing dignified and graceful; his
temper kindly and in perfect control; his character without a stain;
his conversation enchanting, its charm confessed by persons
diverse in taste as Pope, Swift, Steele, and Young. Lady Mary
Montagu declared that he was the best company she had ever known.
He had two faults of which the world has heard much: he loved the
company of men who flattered him, and at times he used wine
too freely. The first of these defects was venial, and did not blind
his judgment either of himself or his friends; the second defect was
common among the men of his time that Addison's occasional
over-indulgence, in contrast with the excesses of others, seems like
temperance itself.
The harmony and symmetry of this winning personality has, in a
sense, told against it; for men are prone to call the well-balanced
nature cold and the well-regulated life Pharisaic. Addison did not
escape charges of this kind from the wild livers of his own time,
who could not dissociate genius from profligacynor generosity of
nature from prodigality. It was one of the great services of Addison
to his generation and to all generations, that in an age of violent
passions, he showed how a strong man could govern himself. In a
time of reckless living, he illustrated the power which flows from
subordination of pleasure to duty. In a day when wit was identified
with malice, he brought out its power to entertain, surprise, and
delight, without taking on the irreverent levity of Voltaire, the bit-
terness of Swift, or the malice of Pope.
It was during Addison's stay in Ireland that Richard Steele pro-
jected the Tatler, and brought out the first number in 1709. His
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friendship for Addison amounted almost to a passion; their intimacy
was cemented by harmony of tastes and diversity of character.
Steele was ardent, impulsive, warm-hearted. mercurial; full of aspi-
ration and beset by lamentable weaknesses,— preaching the highest
morality and constantly falling into the prevalent vices of his time;
a man so lovable of temper, so generous a spirit, and so frank a
nature, that his faults seem to humanize his character rather than
to weaken and stain it. Steele's gifts were many, and they were
always at the service of his feelings; he had an Irish warmth of
sympathy and an Irish readiness of humor, with great facility of
inventiveness, and an inexhaustible interest in all aspects of human
experience. There had been political journals in England since the
time of the Revolution, but Steele conceived the idea of a journal
which should comment on the events and characteristics of the time
in a bright and humorous way; using freedom with judgment and
taste, and attacking the vices and follies of the time with the light
equipment of wit rather than with the heavy armament of the formal
moralist. The time was ripe for such an enterprise. London was
full of men and women of brilliant parts, whose manners, tastes,
and talk presented rich material for humorous report and delineation
or for satiric comment. Society, in the modern sense, was fast tak-
ing form, and the resources of social intercourse were being rapidly
developed. Men in public life were intimately allied with society
and sensitive to its opinion; and men of all interests — public, fashion-
able, literary - gathered in groups at the different chocolate or coffee
houses, and formed a kind of organized community. It was distinctly
an aristocratic society: elegant in dress, punctilious in manner, exact-
ing in taste, ready to be amused, and not indifferent to criticism
when it took the form of sprightly badinage or of keen and trench-
ant satire. The informal organization of society, which made it pos-
sible to reach and affect the Town as a whole, is suggested by the
division of the Tatler:-
“All accounts of Gallantry, Pleasure, and Entertainment, shall be
under the article of White's Chocolate-House; Poetry under that of
Will's Coffee-House; Learning under the title of Grecian; Foreign and
Domestic News you will have from St. James's Coffee-House: and
what else I have to offer on any other subject shall be dated from
my own apartment. ”
So wrote Steele in his introduction to the readers of the new jour-
nal, which was to appear three times a week, at the cost of a penny.
Of the coffee-houses enumerated, St. James's and White's were the
headquarters of men of fashion and of politics; the Grecian of men of
legal learning; Will's of men of Letters. The Tatler was successful
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without being frivolous, witty without being indecent, keen without
being libelous or malicious. In the general license and coarseness of
the time, so close to the Restoration and the powerful reaction against
Puritanism, the cleanness, courtesy, and good taste which characterized
the journal had all the charm of a new diversion. In paper No. 18,
Addison made his appearance as a contributor, and gave the world
the first of those inimitable essays which influenced their own time so
widely, and which have become the solace and delight of all times.
To Addison's influence may perhaps be traced the change which
came over the Tatler, and which is seen in the gradual disappearance
of the news element, and the steady drift of the paper away from
journalism and toward literature. Society soon felt the full force of
the extraordinary talent at the command of the new censor of con-
temporary manners and morals. There was a well-directed and inces-
sant fire of wit against the prevailing taste of dramatic art; against
the vices of gambling and dueling; against extravagance and affect-
ation of dress and manner: and there was also criticism of a new
order.
The Tatler was discontinued in January, 1711, and the first num-
ber of the Spectator appeared in March. The new journal was issued
daily, but it made no pretensions to newspaper timeliness or interest;
it aimed to set a new standard in manners, morals, and taste, with-
out assuming the airs of a teacher. “It was said of Socrates," wrote
Addison, in a memorable chapter in the new journal, “that he
brought Philosophy down from heaven to inhabit among men; and I
shall be happy to have it said of me that I have brought Philosophy
out of closets and libraries, schools and colleges, to dwell in clubs
and assemblies, at tea-tables and in coffee-houses. ” For more than
two years the Spectator discharged with inimitable skill and success
the difficult function of chiding, reproving, and correcting, without
irritating, wounding, or causing strife. Swift found the paper too
gentle, but its influence was due in no small measure to its persuas-
iveness. Addison studied his method of attack as carefully as Mat-
thew Arnold, who undertook a similar educational work in our own
time, studied his means of approach to a public indifferent or hostile
to his ideas. The two hundred and seventy-four papers furnished by
Addison to the columns of the Spectator may be said to mark the
full development of English prose as a free, flexible, clear, and ele-
gant medium of expressing the most varied and delicate shades of
thought. They mark also the perfection of the essay form in our
literature; revealing clear perception of its limitations and of its
resources; easy mastery of its possibilities of serious exposition and
of pervading charm; ability to employ its full capacity of conveying
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mark also the beginning of a deeper and more intelligent criticism;
for their exposition of Milton may be said to point the way to a new
quality of literary judgment and a new order of literary comment.
These papers mark, finally, the beginnings of the English novel; for
they contain a series of character-studies full of insight, delicacy of
drawing, true feeling, and sureness of touch. Addison was not con-
tent to satirize the follies, attack the vices, and picture the manners
of his times: he created a group of figures which stand out as dis-
tinctly as those which were drawn more than a century later by
the hand of Thackeray, our greatest painter of manners. De Foe had
not yet published the first of the great modern novels of incident
and adventure in Robinson Crusoe,' and Richardson, Fielding, and
Smollett were unborn or unknown, when Addison was sketching Sir
Roger de Coverley and Will Honeycomb, and filling in the back-
ground with charming studies of life in London and in the country.
The world has instinctively selected Sir Roger de Coverley as the
truest of all the creations of Addison's imagination; and it sheds clear
light on the fineness of Addison's nature that among the four charac-
ters in fiction whom English readers have agreed to accept as typical
gentlemen,- Don Quixote, Sir Roger de Coverley, Henry Esmond, and
Colonel Newcombe, — the old English baronet holds a secure place.
Finished in style, but genuinely human in feeling, betraying the
nicest choice of words and the most studied care for elegant and
effective arrangement, and yet penetrated by geniality, enlivened by
humor, elevated by high moral aims, often using the dangerous
weapons of irony and satire, and yet always well-mannered and
kindly, — these papers reveal the sensitive nature of Addison and the
delicate but thoroughly tempered art which he had at his command.
Rarely has literature of so high an order had such instant suc-
cess; for the popularity of the Spectator has been rivaled in English
literature only by that of the Waverley novels or of the novels of
Dickens. Its influence was felt not only in the sentiment of the
day, and in the crowd of imitators which followed in its wake, but
also across the Channel. In Germany, especially, the genius and
methods of Addison made a deep and lasting impression.
No man could reach such eminence in the first quarter of the
last century without being tempted to try his hand at play-writing;
and the friendly fortune which seemed to serve Addison at every
turn reached its climax in the applause which greeted the production
of Cato. ' The motive of this tragedy, constructed on what were
then held to be classic lines, is found in the two lines of the Pro-
logue: it was an endeavor to portray
«A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
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The play was full of striking lines which were instantly caught
up and applied to the existing political situation; the theatre was
crowded night after night, and the resources of Europe in the way
of translations, plaudits, and favorable criticisms were exhausted in
the endeavor to express the general approval. The judgment of a
later period has, however, assigned Cato a secondary place, and it
is remembered mainly on account of its many felicitous passages.
It lacks real dramatic unity and vitality; the character of Cato is
essentially an abstraction; there is little dramatic necessity in the
situations and incidents. It is rhetorical rather than poetic, declama-
tory rather than dramatic. Johnson aptly described it as «rather a
poem in dialogue than a drama, rather a succession of just senti-
ments in elegant language than a representation of natural affections,
or of any state probable or possible in human life. ”
Addison's popularity touched its highest point in the production
of Cato. Even his conciliatory nature could not disarm the envy
which such brilliant success naturally aroused, nor wholly escape the
bitterness which the intense political feeling of the time constantly
bred between ambitious and able men. Political differences separated
him from Swift, and Steele's uncertain character and inconsistent
course blighted what was probably the most delightful intimacy of
his life. Pope doubtless believed that he had good ground for char-
ging Addison with jealousy and insincerity, and in 1715 an open
rupture took place between them. The story of the famous quarrel
was first told by Pope, and his version was long accepted in many
quarters as final; but later opinion inclines to hold Addison guiltless
of the grave accusations brought against him. Pope was morbidly
sensitive to slights, morbidly eager for praise, and extremely irritable.
To a man of such temper, trifles light as air became significant of
malice and hatred. Such trifles unhappily confirmed Pope's sus-
picions; his self-love was wounded, sensitiveness became animosity,
and animosity became hate, which in the end inspired the most
stinging bit of satire in the language:-
«Should such a one, resolved to reign alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,
View him with jealous yet with scornful eyes,
Hate him for arts that caused himself to rise,
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer;
Alike unused to blame or to commend.
A timorous foe and a suspicious friend,
Fearing e'en fools, by flatterers besieged,
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged;
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There was just enough semblance of truth in these inimitable
lines to give them lasting stinging power; but that they were grossly
unjust is now generally conceded. Addison was human, and there-
fore not free from the frailties of men of his profession; but there
was no meanness in him.
Addison's loyalty to the Whig party and his ability to serve it
kept him in intimate relations with its leaders and bound him to its
fortunes. He served the Whig cause in Parliament, and filled many
positions which required tact and judgment, attaining at last the
very dignified post of Secretary of State. A long attachment for
the Countess of Warwick culminated in marriage in 1716, and
Addison took up his residence in Holland House; a house famous
for its association with men of distinction in politics and letters.
The marriage was not happy, if report is to be trusted. The union
of the ill-adapted pair was, in any event, short-lived; for three years
later, in 1719, Addison died in his early prime, not yet having com-
pleted his forty-eighth year. On his death-bed, Young tells us, he
called his stepson to his side and said, “See in what peace a Christ-
ian can die. ” His body was laid in Westminster Abbey; his work
is one of the permanent possessions of the English-speaking race;
his character is one of its finest traditions. He was, as truly as Sir
Philip Sidney, a gentleman in the sweetness of his spirit, the cour-
age of his convictions, the refinement of his bearing, and the purity
of his life. He was unspoiled by fortune and applause; uncorrupted
by the tempting chances of his time; stainless in the use of gifts
which in the hands of a man less true would have caught the con-
tagion of Pope's malice or of Swift's corroding cynicism.
Nanillan W. hinhin
SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY AT THE PLAY
From the Spectator, No. 335
M
Y FRIEND Sir Roger de Coverley, when we last met together
at the Club, told me, that he had a great mind to see the
new Tragedy with me, assuring me at the same time that
he had not been at a Play these twenty Years. The last I
saw, said Sir Roger, was the Committee, which I should not have
gone to neither, had not I been told beforehand that it was a
good Church-of-England Comedy. He then proceeded to enquire
of me who this Distrest Mother was; and upon hearing that she
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Man, and that when he was a Schoolboy he had read his Life at
the end of the Dictionary. My friend asked me in the next
place, if there would not be some danger in coming home late,
in case the Mohocks * should be Abroad. I assure you, says he,
I thought I had fallen into their Hands last Night; for I observed
two or three lusty black Men that follow'd me half way up Fleet-
street, and mended their pace behind me, in proportion as I put
on to get away from them. You must know, continu'd the
Knight with a Smile, I fancied they had a mind to hunt me; for
I remember an honest Gentleman in my Neighbourhood, who was
served such a trick in King Charles the Second's time; for which
reason he has not ventured himself in Town ever since. I might
have shown them very good Sport, had this been their Design;
for as I am an old Fox-hunter, I should have turned and dodg'd,
and have play'd them a thousand tricks they had never seen in
their Lives before. Sir Roger added, that if these gentlemen had
any such Intention, they did not succeed very well in it: for I
threw them out, says he, at the End of Norfolk street, where I
doubled the Corner, and got shelter in my Lodgings before they
could imagine what was become of me. However, says the
Knight, if Captain Sentry will make one with us to-morrow
night, and if you will both of you call upon me about four
a Clock, that we may be at the House before it is full, I will
have my own Coach in readiness to attend you, for John tells me
he has got the Fore-Wheels mended.
The Captain, who did not fail to meet me there at the
appointed Hour, bid Sir Roger fear nothing, for that he had put
on the same Sword which he made use of at the Battel of Steen-
kirk. Sir Roger's Servants, and among the rest my old Friend
the Butler, had, I found, provided themselves with good Oaken
Plants, to attend their Master upon this occasion. When he had
placed him in his Coach, with my self at his Left-Hand, the
Captain before him, and his Butler at the Head of his Footmen
in the Rear, we convoy'd him in safety to the Play-house, where,
after having marched up the Entry in good order, the Captain
and I went in with him, and seated him betwixt us in the Pit.
As soon as the House was full, and the Candles lighted, my old
Friend stood up and looked about him with that Pleasure, which
a Mind seasoned with Humanity naturally feels in its self, at the
* London «bucks » who disguised themselves as savages and roamed the
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sight of a Multitude of People who seem pleased with one an-
other, and partake of the same common Entertainment. I could
not but fancy to myself, as the old Man stood up in the middle
of the Pit, that he made a very proper Center to a Tragick Au-
dience. Upon the entring of Pyrrhus, the Knight told me that
he did not believe the King of France himself had a better Strut.
I was indeed very attentive to my old Friend's Remarks, because
I looked upon them as a Piece of natural Criticism, and was well
pleased to hear him at the Conclusion of almost every Scene,
telling me that he could not imagine how the Play would end.
One while he appeared much concerned for Andromache; and a
little while after as much for Hermione: and was extremely puz-
zled to think what would become of Pyrrhus.
When Sir Roger saw Andromache's obstinate Refusal to her
Lover's importunities, he whisper'd me in the Ear, that he was
sure she would never have him; to which he added, with a more
than ordinary Vehemence, You can't imagine, Sir, what 'tis to
have to do with a Widow. Upon Pyrrhus his threatning after-
wards to leave her, the Knight shook his Head, and muttered to
himself, Ay, do if you can.
This Part dwelt so much upon my
Friend's Imagination, that at the close of the Third Act, as I was
thinking of something else, he whispered in my Ear, These
Widows, Sir, are the most perverse Creatures in the World.
But pray, says he, you that are a Critick, is this Play accord-
ing to your Dramatick Rules, as you call them?
Should your
People in Tragedy always talk to be understood ? Why, there
is not a single Sentence in this Play that I do not know the
Meaning of.
The Fourth Act very luckily begun before I had time to give
the old Gentleman an Answer: Well, says the Knight, sitting
down with great Satisfaction, I suppose we
to see
Hector's Ghost. He then renewed his Attention, and, from time
to time, fell a praising the Widow. He made, indeed, a little
Mistake as to one of her Pages, whom at his first entering, he
took for Astyanax; but he quickly set himself right in that Par-
ticular, though, at the same time, he owned he should have been
very glad to have seen the little Boy, who, says he, must needs
be a very fine Child by the Account that is given of him. Upon
Hermione's going off with a Menace to Pyrrhus, the Audience
gave a loud Clap; to which Sir Roger added, On my Word, a
notable young Baggage!
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As there was a very remarkable Silence and Stillness in the
Audience during the whole Action, it was natural for them to
take the Opportunity of these Intervals between the Acts, to
express their Opinion of the Players, and of their respective
Parts. Sir Roger hearing a Cluster of them praise Orestes, struck
in with them, and told them, that he thought his Friend Pylades
was a very sensible Man; as they were afterwards applauding
Pyrrhus, Sir Roger put in a second time; And let me tell you,
says he, though he speaks but little, I like the old Fellow in
Whiskers as well as any of them. Captain Sentry seeing two or
three Waggs who sat near us, lean with an attentive Ear towards
Sir Roger, and fearing lest they should Smoke the Knight,
pluck'd him by the Elbow, and whisper'd something in his Ear,
that lasted till the Opening of the Fifth Act. The Knight was
wonderfully attentive to the Account which Orestes gives of Pyr-
rhus his Death, and at the Conclusion of it, told me it was such
a bloody Piece of Work, that he was glad it was not done upon
the Stage. Seeing afterwards Orestes in his raving Fit, he grew
more than ordinary serious, and took occasion to moralize (in his
way) upon an Evil Conscience, adding, that Orestes, in his Mad-
ness, looked as if he saw something.
As we were the first that came into the House, so
the last that went out of it; being resolved to have a clear Pass-
age for our old Friend, whom we did not care to venture among
the justling of the Crowd. Sir Roger went out fully satisfied
with his Entertainment, and we guarded him to his Lodgings in
the same manner that we brought him to the Playhouse; being
highly pleased, for my own part, not only with the Performance
of the excellent Piece which had been Presented, but with the
Satisfaction which it had given to the good old Man. L.
we
were
A VISIT TO SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY
From the Spectator, No. 106
HY
H
AVING often received an Invitation from my Friend Sir Roger
de Coverley to pass away a Month with him in the Country,
I last Week accompanied him thither, and am settled with
him for some time at his Country-house, where I intend to form
several of my ensuing Speculations. Sir Roger, who is very well
acquainted with my Humour, lets me rise and go to Bed when I
please, dine at his own Table or in my Chamber as I think fit,
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sit still and say nothing without bidding me be merry. When
the Gentlemen of the Country come to see him, he only shews
me at a distance: As I have been walking in his Fields I have
observed them stealing a Sight of me over an Hedge, and have
heard the Knight desiring them not to let me see them, for that
I hated to be stared at.
I am the more at Ease in Sir Roger's Family, because it con-
sists of sober and staid Persons: for as the Knight is the best
Master in the World, he seldom changes his Servants; and as he
is beloved by all about him, his Servants never care for leaving
him: by this means his Domesticks are all in years, and grown
old with their Master. You would take his Valet de Chambre
for his Brother, his Butler is grey-headed, his Groom is one of
the Gravest men that I have ever seen, and his Coachman has
the Looks of a Privy-Counsellor. You see the Goodness of the
Master even in the old House-dog, and in a grey Pad that is
kept in the Stable with great Care and Tenderness out of Regard
to his past Services, tho' he has been useless for several Years.
I could not but observe with a great deal of pleasure the Joy
that appeared in the Countenances of these ancient Domesticks
upon my Friend's Arrival at his Country-Seat. Some of them
could not refrain from Tears at the Sight of their old Master;
every one of them press'd forward to do something for him, and
seemed discouraged if they were not employed. At the same
time the good old Knight, with a Mixture of the Father and the
Master of the Family, tempered the Enquiries after his own
Affairs with several kind Questions relating to themselves. This
Humanity and good Nature engages every Body to him, so that
when he is pleasant upon any of them, all his Family are in
good Humour, and none so much as the Person whom he diverts
himself with: On the contrary, if he coughs, or betrays any
Infirmity of old Age, it is easy for a Stander-by to observe a
secret Concern in the Looks of all his Servants.
My worthy Friend has put me under the particular Care of
his Butler, who is a very prudent Man, and, as well as the rest
of his Fellow-Servants, wonderfully desirous of pleasing me,
because they have often heard their Master talk of me as of his
particular Friend.
My chief Companion, when Sir Roger is diverting himself in
the Woods or the Fields, is a very venerable man who is ever
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Chaplain above thirty Years. This Gentleman is a Person of
good Sense and some Learning, of a very regular Life and
obliging Conversation: He, heartily loves Sir Roger, and knows
that he is very much in the old Knight's Esteem, so that he lives
in the Family rather as a Relation than a Dependent.
I have observed in several of my Papers, that my Friend Sir
Roger, amidst all his good Qualities, is something of an Humour-
ist; and that his Virtues, as well as Imperfections, are as it were
tinged by a certain Extravagance, which makes them particularly
his, and distinguishes them from those of other Men. This Cast
of Mind, as it is generally very innocent in it self, so it renders
his Conversation highly agreeable, and more delightful than the
same Degree of Sense and Virtue would appear in their common
and ordinary Colours. As I was walking with him last Night,
he asked me how I liked the good Man whom I have just now
mentioned ? and without staying for my Answer told me, That he
was afraid of being insulted with Latin and Greek at his own
Table; for which Reason he desired a particular Friend of his at
the University to find him out a Clergyman rather of plain Sense
than much Learning, of a good Aspect, a clear Voice, a sociable
Temper, and, if possible, a Man that understood a little of Back-
Gammon. My Friend, says Sir Roger, found me out this Gentle-
man, who, besides the Endowments required of him, is, they tell
me, a good Scholar, tho' he does not shew it. I have given him
the Parsonage of the Parish; and because I know his Value have
settled upon him a good Annuity for Life. If he outlives me, he
shall find that he was higher in my Esteem than perhaps he
thinks he is. He has now been with me thirty Years; and tho'
he does not know I have taken Notice of it. has never in all that
time asked anything of me for himself, tho' he is every Day
soliciting me for something in behalf of one or other of my
Tenants his Parishioners. There has not been a Law-suit in the
Parish since he has liv'd among them: If any Dispute arises they
apply themselves to him for the Decision, if they do not acquiesce
in his Judgment, which I think never happened above once or
twice at most, they appeal to me.
At his first settling with me,
I made him a Present of all the good Sermons which have been
printed in English, and only begg'd of him that every Sunday he
would pronounce one of them in the Pulpit. Accordingly, he has
digested them into such a Series, that they follow one another
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As Sir Roger was going on in his Story, the Gentleman we
were talking of came up to us; and upon the Knight's asking
him who preached to morrow (for it was Saturday Night) told
us, the Bishop of St. Asaph in the Morning, and Dr. South in
the Afternoon. He then shewed us his List of Preachers for the
whole Year, where I saw with a great deal of Pleasure Arch-
bishop Tillotson, Bishop Saunderson, Doctor Barrow, Doctor
Calamy, with several living Authors who have published Dis-
courses of Practical Divinity. I no sooner saw this venerable
Man in the Pulpit, but I very much approved of my Friend's
insisting upon the Qualifications of a good Aspect and a clear
Voice; for I was so charmed with the Gracefulness of his Figure
and Delivery, as well as with the Discourses he pronounced, that
I think I never passed any Time more to my Satisfaction. A
Sermon repeated after this Manner, is like the Composition of a
Poet in the Mouth of a graceful Actor.
I could heartily wish that more of our Country Clergy would
follow this Example; and in stead of wasting their Spirits in labo-
rious Compositions of their own, would endeavour after a hand-
some Elocution, and all those other Talents that are proper to
enforce what has been penned by greater Masters. This would
not only be more easy to themselves, but more edifying to the
People.
THE VANITY OF HUMAN LIFE
(The Vision of Mirzah,' from the Spectator, No. 159
WHEN
HEN I was at Grand Cairo, I picked up several Oriental
Manuscripts, which I have still by me. Among others I
met with one entitled, The Visions of Mirzah, which I
have read over with great Pleasure. I intend to give it to the
Publick when I have no other entertainment for them; and shall
begin with the first Vision, which I have translated Word for
Word as follows.
«On the fifth Day of the Moon, which according to the Cus-
tom of my Forefathers I always keep holy, after having washed
my self, and offered up my Morning Devotions, I ascended the
high hills of Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the Day in
Meditation and Prayer. As I was here airing my self on the
Tops of the Mountains, I fell into a profound Contemplation on
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me
another, Surely, said I, Man is but a Shadow and Life a Dream.
Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the Summit of
a Rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the
Habit of a Shepherd, with a little Musical Instrument in his
Hand. As I looked upon him he applied it to his Lips, and be-
gan to play upon it. The sound of it was exceeding sweet, and
wrought into a Variety of Tunes that were inexpressibly melodi-
ous, and altogether different from any thing I had ever heard:
They put me in mind of those heavenly Airs that are played to
the departed Souls of good Men upon their first Arrival in Para-
dise, to wear out the Impressions of the last Agonies, and
qualify them for the Pleasures of that happy Place. My Heart
melted away in secret Raptures.
I had been often told that the Rock before
was the
Haunt of a Genius; and that several had been entertained with
Musick who had passed by it, but never heard that the Musi-
cian had before made himself visible. When he had raised my
Thoughts by those transporting Airs which he played, to taste
the Pleasures of his Conversation, as I looked upon him like one
astonished, he beckoned to me, and by the waving of his Hand
directed me to approach the Place where he sat. I drew near
with that Reverence which is due to a superior Nature; and as
my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating Strains I
heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The Genius smiled
upon me with a Look of Compassion and Affability that famil-
iarized him to my Imagination, and at once dispelled all the
Fears and Apprehensions with which I approached him. He
lifted me from the Ground, and taking me by the hand, Mirzah,
said he, I have heard thee in thy Soliloquies; follow me.
He then led me to the highest Pinnacle of the Rock, and
placing me on the Top of it, Cast thy Eyes Eastward, said he,
and tell me what thou seest. I see, said I, a huge Valley, and a
prodigious Tide of Water rolling through it. The Valley that
thou seest, said he, is the Vale of Misery, and the Tide of
Water that thou seest is part of the great Tide of Eternity.
What is the Reason, said I, that the Tide I see rises out of a
thick Mist at one End, and again loses itself in a thick Mist at
the other? What thou seest, said he, is that Portion of Eternity
which is called Time, measured out by the Sun, and reaching
from the Beginning of the World to its Consummation. Examine
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Ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it. I see a Bridge,
said I, standing in the Midst of the Tide. The Bridge thou
seest, said he, is human Life, consider it attentively. Upon a
more leisurely Survey of it, I found that it consisted of three.
score and ten entire Arches, with several broken Arches, which
added to those that were entire, made up the Number about an
hundred. As I was counting the Arches, the Genius told me
that this Bridge consisted at first of a thousand Arches; but that
a great Flood swept away the rest, and left the Bridge in the
ruinous Condition I now beheld it: But tell me further, said he,
what thou discoverest on it. I see Multitudes of People passing
over it, said I, and a black Cloud hanging on each End of it.
As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the Passengers
dropping thro' the Bridge, into the great Tide that flowed under-
neath it; and upon farther Examination, perceived there were
innumerable Trap-doors that lay concealed in the Bridge, which
the Passengers no sooner trod upon, but they fell thro' them into
the Tide and immediately disappeared. These hidden Pit-falls
were set very thick at the Entrance of the Bridge, so that the
Throngs of People no sooner broke through the Cloud, but many
of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the Middle,
but multiplied and lay closer together toward the End of the
Arches that were entire. There were indeed some Persons, but
their number was very small, that continued a kind of a hobbling
March on the broken Arches, but fell through one after another,
being quite tired and spent with so long a Walk.
I passed some Time in the Contemplation of this wonderful
Structure, and the great Variety of Objects which it presented.
My heart was filled with a deep Melancholy to see several drop-
ping unexpectedly in the midst of Mirth and Jollity, and catching
at every thing that stood by them to save themselves. Some
were looking up towards the Heavens in a thoughtful Posture,
and in the midst of a Speculation stumbled and fell out of Sight.
Multitudes were very busy in the Pursuit of Bubbles that glit-
tered in their Eyes and danced before them; but often when they
thought themselves within the reach of them their Footing failed
and down they sunk. In this Confusion of Objects, I observed
some with Scymetars in their Hands, and others with Urinals,
who ran to and fro upon the Bridge, thrusting several Persons
on Trap-doors which did not seem to lie in their way, and which
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The Genius seeing me indulge my self in this melancholy Pros-
pect, told me I had dwelt long enough upon it: Take thine Eyes
off the Bridge, said he, and tell me if thou yet seest any thing
thou dost not comprehend. Upon looking up, What mean, said I,
those great Flights of Birds that are perpetually hovering about
the Bridge, and settling upon it from time to time? I see Vul-
tures, Harpyes, Ravens, Cormorants, and among many other
feather'd Creatures several little winged Boys, that perch in great
Numbers upon the middle Arches. These, said the Genius, are
Envy, Avarice, Superstition, Despair, Love, with the like Cares
and Passions that infest human Life.
I here fetched a deep Sigh, Alas, said I, Man was made in
vain! How is he given away to Misery and Mortality! tortured
in Life, and swallowed up in Death! The Genius being moved
with Compassion towards me, bid me quit so uncomfortable a
Prospect: Look no more, said he, on Man in the first Stage of his
Existence, in his setting out for Eternity; but cast thine Eye on
that thick Mist into which the Tide bears the several Generations
of Mortals that fall into it. I directed my Sight as I was ordered,
and (whether or no the good Genius strengthened it with any
supernatural Force, or dissipated Part of the Mist that was before
too thick for the Eye to penetrate) I saw the Valley opening at
the farther End, and spreading forth into an immense Ocean,
that had a huge Rock of Adamant running through the Midst
of it, and dividing it into two equal parts. The Clouds still
rested on one Half of it, insomuch that I could discover nothing
in it: But the other appeared to me a vast Ocean planted with
innumerable Islands, that were covered with Fruits and Flowers,
and interwoven with a thousand little shining Seas that ran
among them.
I could see Persons dressed in glorious Habits
with Garlands upon their Heads, passing among the Trees, lying
down by the Side of Fountains, or resting on Beds of Flowers;
and could hear a confused Harmony of singing Birds, falling
Waters, human Voices, and musical Instruments.
Gladness grew
in me upon the Discovery of so delightful a Scene. I wished for
the Wings of an Eagle, that I might fly away to those happy
Seats; but the Genius told me there was no Passage to them,
except through the Gates of Death that I saw opening every
Moment upon the Bridge. The Islands, said he, that lie so fresh
and green before thee, and with which the whole Face of the
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number than the Sands on the Sea-shore; there are Myriads of
Islands behind those which thou here discoverest, reaching further
than thine Eye, or even thine Imagination can extend it self.
These are the Mansions of good Men after Death, who according
to the Degree and Kinds of Virtue in which they excelled, are
distributed among these several Islands, which abound with
Pleasures of different kinds and Degrees, suitable to the Relishes
and Perfections of those who are settled in them; every Island is
a Paradise accommodated to its respective Inhabitants. Are not
these, O Mirzah, Habitations worth contending for ? Does Life
appear miserable, that gives thee Opportunities of earning such a
Reward? Is Death to be feared, that will convey thee to so
happy an Existence ? Think not Man was made in vain, who
has such an Eternity reserved for him. I gazed with inexpress-
ible Pleasure on these happy Islands. At length, said I, shew me
now, I beseech thee, the Secrets that lie hid under those dark
Clouds which cover the Ocean on the other side of the Rock of
Adamant. The Genius' making me no Answer, I turned about to
address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had
left me; I then turned again to the Vision which I had been so
long contemplating; but Instead of the rolling Tide, the arched
Bridge, and the happy Islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow
Valley of Bagdat, with Oxen, Sheep, and Camels grazing upon
the Sides of it.
AN ESSAY ON FANS
From the Spectator, No. 102
I
Do not know whether to call the following Letter a Satyr upon
Coquets, or a Representation of their several fantastical Accom-
plishments, or what other Title to give it; but as it is I shall
communicate it to the Publick. It will sufficiently explain its own
Intentions, so that I shall give it my Reader at Length, without
either Preface or Postscript.
Mr. Spectator :
Women are armed with Fans as Men with Swords, and some-
times do more Execution with them. To the end therefore that
Ladies may be entire Mistresses of the Weapon which they bear,
I have erected an Academy for the training up of young Women
in the Exercise of the Fan, according to the most fashionable Airs
and Motions that are now practis'd at Court. The Ladies who


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carry Fans under me are drawn up twice a-day in my great
Hall, where they are instructed in the Use of their Arms, and
exercised by the following Words of Command,
Handle your Fans,
Unfurl your Fans,
Discharge your Fans,
Ground your Fans,
Recover your Fans,
Flutter your Fans.
By the right Observation of these few plain Words of Command,
a Woman of a tolerable Genius, who will apply herself diligently
to her Exercise for the Space of but one half Year, shall be able
to give her Fan all the Graces that can possibly enter into that
little modish Machine.
But to the end that my Readers may form to themselves a
right Notion of this Exercise, I beg leave to explain it to them
in all its Parts. When my Female Regiment is drawn up in
Array, with every one her Weapon in her Hand, upon my giving
the Word to handle their Fans, each of them shakes her Fan at
me with a Smile, then gives her Right-hand Woman a Tap upon
the Shoulder, then presses her Lips with the Extremity of her
Fan, then lets her Arms fall in an easy Motion, and stands in a
Readiness to receive the next Word of Command. All this is
done with a close Fan, and is generally learned in the first Week.
The next Motion is that of unfurling the Fan, in which are
comprehended several little Flirts and Vibrations, as also gradual
and deliberate Openings, with many voluntary Fallings asunder in
the Fan itself, that are seldom learned under a Month's Practice.
This part of the Exercise pleases the Spectators more than any
other, as it discovers on a sudden an infinite Number of Cupids,
[Garlands,] Altars, Birds, Beasts, Rainbows, and the like agre-
able Figures, that display themselves to View, whilst every one in
the Regiment holds a Picture in her Hand.
Upon my giving the Word to discharge their Fans, they give
one general Crack that may be heard at a considerable distance
when the Wind sits fair. This is one of the most difficult parts
of the Exercise; but I have several ladies with me who at their
first Entrance could not give a Pop loud enough to be heard at
the further end of a Room, who can now discharge a Fan in such
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likewise taken care (in order to hinder young Women from letting
off their Fans in wrong Places or unsuitable Occasions) to shew
upon what Subject the Crack of a Fan may come in properly: I
have likewise invented a Fan, with which a Girl of Sixteen, by
the help of a little Wind which is inclosed about one of the largest
Sticks, can make as loud a Crack as a Woman of Fifty with an
ordinary Fan.
When the Fans are thus discharged, the Word of Command in
course is to ground their Fans. This teaches a Lady to quit her
Fan gracefully, when she throws it aside in order to take up a
Pack of Cards, adjust a Curl of Hair, replace a falling Pin, or
apply her self to any other Matter of Importance. This part of
the Exercise, as it only consists in tossing a Fan with an Air
upon a long Table (which stands by for that Purpose) may be
learned in two Days Time as well as in a Twelvemonth.
When my Female Regiment is thus disarmed, I generally let
them walk about the Room for some Time; when on a sudden
(like Ladies that look upon their Watches after a long Visit) they
all of them hasten to their Arms, catch them up in a Hurry, and
place themselves in their proper Stations upon my calling out
Recover your Fans. This part of the Exercise is not difficult,
provided a Woman applies her Thoughts to it.
The Fluttering of the Fan is the last, and indeed the Master-
piece of the whole Exercise; but if a Lady does not mis-spend her
Time, she may make herself Mistress of it in three Months. I
generally lay aside the Dog-days and the hot Time of the Sum-
mer for the teaching this part of the Exercise; for as soon as
ever I pronounce Flutter your Fans, the Place is fill'd with so
many Zephyrs and gentle Breezes as are very refreshing in that
Season of the Year, tho’ they might be dangerous to Ladies of a
tender Constitution in any other.
There is an infinite variety of Motions to be made use of in
the Flutter of a Fan. There is an Angry Flutter, the modest
Flutter, the timorous Flutter, the confused Flutter, the merry
Flutter, and the amorous Flutter. Not to be tedious, there is
scarce any Emotion in the Mind which does not produce a suit-
able Agitation in the Fan; insomuch, that if I only see the Fan
of a disciplin'd Lady, I know very well whether she laughs,
frowns, or blushes. I have seen a Fan so very Angry, that it
would have been dangerous for the absent Lover who provoked
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very languishing, that I have been glad for the Lady's sake the
Lover was at a sufficient Distance from it. I need not add, that a
Fan is either a Prude or Coquet according to the Nature of the
Person who bears it. To conclude my Letter, I must acquaint
you that I have from my own Observations compiled a little Trea-
tise for the use of my Scholars, entitled The Passions of the Fan;
which I will communicate to you, if you think it may be of use
to the Publick. I shall have a general Review on Thursday
next; to which you shall be very welcome if you will honour it
with your Presence.
I am, &c.
P. S. I teach young Gentlemen the whole Art of Gallanting
a Fan.
N. B.
I have several little plain Fans made for this Use, to
avoid Expence.
L.
HYMN
From the Spectator, No. 465
T"
HE Spacious Firmament on high
With all the blue Etherial Sky,
And Spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame,
Their great Original proclaim:
Th' unwearied Sun, from Day to Day,
Does his Creator's Pow'r display,
And publishes to every Land
The Work of an Almighty Hand.
Soon as the Evening Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous Tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth,
Repeats the Story of her Birth:
While all the Stars that round her burn,
And all the Planets in their Turn,
Confirm the Tidings as they rowl,
And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole.
What though, in solemn Silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial Ball ?
What tho' nor real Voice nor Sound
Amid their radiant Orbs be found ?
In Reason's Ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious Voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
« The Hand that made us is Divine. ”


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(Second Century A. D. )
a
ACCORDING to his 'Varia Historia,' Ælianus Claudius was
native of Præneste and a citizen of Rome, at the time of
the emperor Hadrian. He taught Greek rhetoric at Rome,
and hence was known as “the Sophist. ” He spoke and wrote Greek
with the fluency and ease of a native Athenian, and gained thereby
the epithet of “the honey-tongued. ” He lived to be sixty years of
age, and never married because he would not incur the responsi-
bility of children.
The Varia Historia) is the most noteworthy of his works. It is
a curious and interesting collection of short narratives, anecdotes,
and other historical, biographical, and antiquarian matter, selected
from the Greek authors whom he said he loved to study. And it
is valuable because it preserves scraps of works now lost. The
extracts are either in the words of the original, or give the com-
piler's version; for, as he says, he liked to have his own way and
to follow his own taste. They are grouped without method; but in
this very lack of order — which shows that browsing” instinct which
Charles Lamb declared to be essential to a right feeling for liter-
ature — the charm of the book lies. This habit of straying, and his
lack of style, prove Ælianus more of a vagabond in the domain of
letters than a rhetorician.
His other important book, De Animalium Natura' (On the Nature
of Animals), is a medley of his own observations, both in Italy and
during his travels as far as Egypt. For several hundred years it
was a popular and standard book on zoölogy; and even as late as the
fourteenth century, Manuel Philes, a Byzantine poet, founded upon it
a poem on animals.
Like the Varia Historia,' it is scrappy and
gossiping He leaps from subject to subject: from elephants to
dragons, from the liver of mice to the uses of oxen. There was,
however, method in this disorder; for as he says, he sought thereby
to give variety and hold his reader's attention. The book is inter-
esting, moreover, as giving us a personal glimpse of the man and of
his methods of work; for in a concluding chapter he states the gen-
eral principle on which he composed: that he has spent great labor,
thought, and care in writing it; that he has preferred the pursuit of
knowledge to the pursuit of wealth; that for his part, he found more
pleasure in observing the habits of the lion, the panther, and the
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migrations of cranes, than in mere heaping up of riches and finding
himself numbered among the great; and that throughout his work
he has sought to adhere to the truth.
Ælianus was more of moralizer than an artist in words; his
style has no distinctive literary qualities, and in both of his chief
works is the evident intention to set forth religious and moral prin-
ciples. He wrote, moreover, some treatises expressly on religious
and philosophic subjects, and some letters on husbandry.
The Varia Historia” has been twice translated into English: by
Abraham Fleming in 1576, and by Thomas Stanley, son of the poet
and philosopher Stanley, in 1665. Fleming was a poet and scholar
of the English Renaissance, who translated from the ancients, and
made a digest of Holinshed's Historie of England. His version of
Ælianus loses nothing by its quaint wording, as will be seen from
the subjoined stories. The full title of the book is (A Registre of
Hystories containing martiall Exploits of worthy Warriours, poli-
tique Practices and civil Magistrates, wise Sentences of famous
Philosophers, and other Matters manifolde and memorable written in
Greek by Ælianus Claudius and delivered in English by Abraham
Fleming' (1576).
>
[All the selections following are from (A Registre of Hystories »]
OF CERTAIN NOTABLE MEN THAT MADE THEMSELVES PLAY.
FELLOWES WITH CHILDREN
H
ERCULES (as some say) assuaged the tediousness of his labors,
which he sustayned in open and common games, with play-
ing. This Hercules, I say, being an incomparable warriour,
and the sonne of Jupiter and Latona, made himselfe a playfellowe
with boys. Euripides the poet introduceth, and bringeth in,
the selfe same god speaking in his owne person, and saying, “I
play because choyce and chaunge of labors is delectable and
sweete unto me,” whiche wordes he uttered holdinge a boy by
the hande. Socrates also was espied of Alcibiades upon a time,
playing with Lamprocles, who was in manner but a childe.
Agesilaus riding upon a rude, or cock-horse as they terme it,
played with his sonne beeing but a boy: and when a certayn man
passing by sawe him so doe and laughed there withall, Agesilaus
sayde thus, Now hold thy peace and say nothing; but when thou
art a father I doubt not thou wilt doe as fathers should doe with
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the commonwealth, that is to say a magestrat, and also a philoso-
pher, not of the obscurest sorte, but a precise lover of wisdom,
at that time he was a housband, a housekeeper, and maintained
many servauntes, he was greatly delighted with their younglinges,
used to play oftentimes with his servauntes' children, and was
wonte, when he was at dinner and supper, to rejoyce in the sight
and presence of them: yet was Tarentinus (as all men knowe) a
man of famous memorie and noble name.
OF A CERTAINE SICILIAN WHOSE EYSIGHT WAS WOONDER-
FULL SHARPE AND QUICK
TH
HERE was in Sicilia a certaine man indued with such sharp-
nesse, quicknesse, and clearnesse of sight (if report may
challenge credite) that hee coulde see from Lilybæus to
Carthage with such perfection and constancy that his eies coulde
not be deceived: and that he tooke true and just account of all
ships and vessels which went under sayle from Carthage, over-
skipping not so much as one in the universall number.
Something straunge it is that is recorded of Argus, a man
that had no lesse than an hundred eyes, unto whose custody Juno
committed Io, the daughter of Inachus, being transformed into a
young heifer: while Argus (his luck being such) was slaine sleep-
ing, but the Goddess Juno so provided that all his eyes (whatso-
ever became of his carkasse) should be placed on the pecock's
taile; wherupon (sithence it came to passe) the pecock is called
Avis Junonia, or Lady Juno Birde. This historie is notable, but
yet the former (in mine opinion) is more memorable.
THE LAWE OF THE LACEDÆMONIANS AGAINST COVETOUS-
NESS
A
CERTAIN young man of Lacedæmonia having bought a plot
of land for a small and easy price (and, as they say, dogge
cheape) was arrested to appear before the magistrates, and
after the trial of his matter he was charged with a penalty. The
reason why hee was judged worthy this punishment was because
he being but a young man gaped so gredely after gain and
yawned after filthy covetousness. For yt was a most commend.
able thing among the Lacedæmonians not only to fighte against
the enemie in battell manfully; but also to wrestle and struggle
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THAT SLEEP IS THE BROTHER OF DEATH, AND OF GORGIAS
DRAWING TO HIS END
G
ORGIAS LEONTINUS looking towardes the end of his life and
beeing wasted with the weaknes and wearysomenesse of
drooping olde age, falling into sharp and sore sicknesse
upon a time slumbered and slept upon his soft pillowe a little sea-
Unto whose chamber a familiar freend of his resorting to
visit him in his sicknes demaunded how he felt himself affected in
body. To whom Gorgias Leontinus made this pithy and plaus-
ible answeer, “Now Sleep beginneth to deliver me up into the
jurisdiction of his brother-germane, Death. ”
son.
OF THE VOLUNTARY AND WILLING DEATH OF CALANUS
it
T" "procureth admiration; it is no less praiseworthy than it was
worthy wonder. The manner, therefore, was thus. The
within-named Calanus, being a sophister of India, when he had
taken his long leave and last farewell of Alexander, King of
Macedonia, and of his life in lyke manner, being willing, desirous,
and earnest to set himselfe at lybertie from the cloggs, chaines,
barres, boults, and fetters of the prison of the body, pyled up a
bonnefire in the suburbs of Babylon of dry woodde and chosen
sticks provided of purpose to give a sweete savour and an
odoriferous smell in burning. The kindes of woodde which hee
.
used to serve his turne in this case were these: Cedre, Rose-
mary, Cipres, Mirtle, and Laurell. These things duely ordered,
he buckled himselfe to his accustomed exercise, namely, running
and leaping into the middest of the wodstack he stoode bolte
upright, having about his head a garlande made of the greene
leaves of reedes, the sunne shining full in his face, as he stoode
in the pile of stycks, whose glorious majesty, glittering with
bright beams of amiable beuty, he adored and worshipped. Fur-
thermore he gave a token and signe to the Macedonians to kindle
the fire, which, when they had done accordingly, hee beeing com-
passed round about with flickering flames, stoode stoutly and
valiauntly in one and the selfe same place, and dyd not shrincke
one foote, until hee gave up the ghost, whereat Alexander un-
vailyng, as at a rare strange sight and worldes wonder, saide
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(as the voice goes) these words: “Calanus hath subdued, over-
come, and vanquished stronger enemies than I. For Alexander
made warre against Porus, Taxiles, and Darius. But Calanus did
denounce and did battell to labor and fought fearcely and man-
fully with death. ”
»
T'
OF DELICATE DINNERS, SUMPTUOUS SUPPERS, AND PRODI-
GALL BANQUETING
imothy, the son of Conon, captain of the Athenians, leaving
his sumptuous fare and royall banqueting, beeing desired
and intertained of Plato to a feast philosophicall, seasoned
with contentation and musick, at his returning home from that
supper of Plato, he said unto his familiar freends: “They whiche
suppe with Plato, this night, are not sick or out of temper the
next day following;” and presently upon the enunciation of that
speech, Timothy took occasion to finde fault with great dinners,
suppers, feasts, and banquets, furnished with excessive fare, im-
moderate consuming of meats, delicates, dainties, toothsome jun-
kets, and such like, which abridge the next dayes joy, gladnes,
delight, mirth, and pleasantnes. Yea, that sentence is consonant
and agreeable to the former, and importeth the same sense not-
withstanding in words it hath a little difference. That the within
named Timothy meeting the next day after with Plato said to
him:— “You philosophers, freend Plato, sup better the day fol-
lowing than the night present.
OF BESTOWING TIME, AND HOW WALKING UP AND DOWNE
WAS NOT ALLOWABLE AMONG THE LACEDÆMONIANS
HE Lacedæmonians were of this judgment, that measureable
to
did they conforme and apply themselves to any kinde of
laboure moste earnestly and painfully, not withdrawing their hands
from works of much bodyly mooving, not permitting any particu-
lar person, beeing a citizen, to spend the time in idlenes, to waste
it in unthrifty gaming, to consume it in trifling, in vain toyes and
lewd loytering, all whiche are at variance and enmity with vertue.
Of this latter among many testimonyes, take this for one.
When it was reported to the magistrates of the Lacedæmo-
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of Deceleia used afternoone walkings, they sent unto them mes-
sengers with their commandmente, saying:-"Go not up and
doune like loyterers, nor walke not abrode at your pleasure, pam-
pering the wantonnes of your natures rather than accustoming
yourself to exercises of activity. For it becometh the Lacedæmo-
nians to regarde their health and to maintaine their safety not
with walking to and fro, but with bodily labours. ”
HOW SOCRATES SUPPRESSED THE PRYDE AND HAUTINESSE
OF ALCIBIADES
Soo
OCRATES, seeing Alcibiades puft up with pryde and broyling in
ambitious behavioure (because possessor of such great wealth
and lorde of so large lands) brought him to a place where
a table did hang containing a discription of the worlde universall.
Then did Socrates will Alcibiades to seeke out the situation of
Athens, which when he found Socrates proceeded further and
willed him to point out that plot of ground where his lands and
lordships lay. Alcibiades, having sought a long time and yet
never the nearer, sayde to Socrates that his livings were not set
forth in that table, nor any discription of his possession therein
made evident. When Socrates, rebuked with this secret quip:
"And art thou so arrogant (sayeth he) and so hautie in heart for
that which is no parcell of the world ? ”
OF CERTAINE WASTGOODES AND SPENDTHRIFTES
P
RODIGALL lavishing of substance, unthrifty and wastifull spend-
ing, voluptuousness of life and palpable sensuality brought
Pericles, Callias, the sonne of Hipponicus, and Nicias not
only to necessitie, but to povertie and beggerie. Who, after their
money waxed scant, and turned to a very lowe ebbe, they three
drinking a poysoned potion one to another (which was the last
cuppe that they kissed with their lippes) passed out of this life
(as it were from a banquet) to the powers infernall.
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ÆSCHINES
(389-314 B. C. )
If we
He life and oratory of Æschines fall fittingly into that period
of Greek history when the free spirit of the people which
Gel had created the arts of Pindar and Sophocles, Pericles, Phi-
dias, and Plato, was becoming the spirit of slaves and of savants, who
sought to forget the freedom of their fathers in learning, luxury,
and the formalism of deducers of rules. To this slavery Æschines
himself contributed, both in action with Philip of Macedon and in
speech. Philip had entered upon a career of conquest; a policy
legitimate in itself and beneficial as judged by
its larger fruits, but ruinous to the advanced
civilization existing in the Greek City-States
below, whose high culture was practically con-
fiscated to spread out over a waste of semi-
barbarism and mix with alien cultures. Among
his Greek sympathizers, Æschines was perhaps
his chief support in the conquest of the Greek
world that lay to the south within his reach.
Æschines was born in 389 B. C. , six years
before his lifelong rival Demosthenes.
may trust that rival's elaborate details of his
ÆSCHINES early life, his father taught a primary school
and his mother was overseer of certain initia-
tory rites, to both of which occupations Æschines gave his youthful
hand and assistance. He became in time a third-rate actor, and the
duties of clerk or scribe presently made him familiar with the execu-
tive and legislative affairs of Athens. Both vocations served as an
apprenticeship to the public speaking toward which his ambition was
turning. We hear of his serving as a heavy-armed soldier in various
Athenian expeditions, and of his being privileged to carry to Athens,
in 349 B. C. , the first news of the victory of Tamynæ, in Eubea, in
reward for the bravery he had shown in the battle.
Two years afterward he was sent as an envoy into th Pelopon-
nesus, with the object of forming a union of the Greeks against Philip
for the defense of their liberties. But his mission was unsuccessful.
Toward the end of the same year he served as one of the ten
ambassadors sent to Philip to discuss terms of peace. The harangues
of the Athenians at this meeting were followed in turn by a speech
of Philip, whose openness of manner, pertinent arguments, and pre-
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to receive from him the oath of allegiance and peace. It was dur-
ing this second embassy that Demothenes says he discovered the
philippizing spirit and foul play of Æschines. Upon their return to
Athens, Æschines rose before the assembly to assure the people that
Philip had come to Thermopylæ as the friend and ally of Athens.
“We, your envoys, have satisfied him," said Æschines. << You will
hear of benefits still more direct which we have determined Philip
to confer upon you, but which it would not be prudent as yet to
specify. ”
But the alarm of the Athenians at the presence of Philip within
the gates was not allayed. The king, however, anxious to temporize
with them until he could receive his army supplies by sea, suborned
Æschines, who assured his countrymen of Philip's peaceful intentions.
On another occasion, by an inflammatory speech at Delphi, he so
played upon the susceptibilities of the rude Amphictyones that they
rushed forth, uprooted their neighbors' harvest fields, and began a
devastating war of Greek against Greek. Internal dissensions prom-
ised the shrewd Macedonian the conquest he sought. At length, in
August, 338, came Philip's victory at Chæronea, and the complete
prostration of Greek power. Æschines, who had hitherto disclaimed
all connection with Philip. now boasted of his intimacy with the
king. As Philip's friend, while yet an Athenian, he offered himself
as ambassador to entreat leniency from the victor toward the un-
happy citizens.
The memorable defense of Demosthenes against the attack of
Æschines was delivered in 330 B. C. Seven years before this, Ctesi-
phon had proposed to the Senate that the patriotic devotion and
labors of Demosthenes should be acknowledged by the gift of a
golden crown- a recognition willingly accorded. But as this decis-
ion, to be legal, must be confirmed by the Assembly, Æschines gave
notice that he would proceed against Ctesiphon for proposing an
unconstitutional measure. He managed to postpone action on the
notice for six years. At last he seized a moment when the victo-
ries of Philip's son and successor, Alexander, were swaying popular
feeling, to deliver a bitter harangue against the whole life and pol-
icy of his political opponent. Demosthenes answered in that magnifi-
cent oration called by the Latin writers De Corona. Æschines was
not upheld by the people's vote. He retired to Asia, and, it is said,
opened a school of rhetoric at Rhodes. There is a legend that after
he had one day delivered in his school the masterpiece of his enemy,
his students broke into applause: «What,” he exclaimed, “if you
had heard the wild beast thunder it out himself! »
Æschines was what we call nowadays a self-made man. The great
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arose, doubtless, from the results of youthful poverty: a covetousness
growing out of want, and a lack of principles of conduct which a
broader education would have instilled. As an orator he was second
only to Demosthenes; and while he may at times be compared to
his rival in intellectual force and persuasiveness, his moral defects —
which it must be remembered that he himself acknowledged — make
a comparison of character impossible.
His chief works remaining to us are the speeches (Against Timar-
chus,' On the Embassy,' Against Ctesiphon,' and letters, which are
included in the edition of G. E. Benseler (1855-60). In his History of
Greece,' Grote discusses at length of course adversely - the influence
of Æschines; especially controverting Mitford's favorable view and
his denunciation of Demosthenes and the patriotic party. The trend
of recent writing is toward Mitford's estimate of Philip's policy,
and therefore less blame for the Greek statesmen who supported it,
though without Mitford's virulence toward its opponents. Mahaffy
(Greek Life and Thought') holds the whole contest over the crown
to be mere academic threshing of old straw, the fundamental issues
being obsolete by the rise of a new world under Alexander.
A DEFENSE AND AN ATTACK
From the Oration against Ctesiphon)
IN
N REGARD to the calumnies with which I am attacked, I wish
to say a word or two before Demosthenes speaks. He will
allege, I am told, that the State has received distinguished
services from him, while from me it has suffered injury on
many occasions; and that the deeds of Philip and Alexander,
and the crimes to which they gave rise, are to be imputed to me.
Demosthenes is so clever in the art of speaking that he does not
bring accusation against me, against any point in my conduct of
affairs or any counsels I may have brought to our public meet-
ings; but he rather casts reflections upon my private life, and
charges me with a criminal silence.
Moreover, in order that no circumstance may escape his cal-
umny, he attacks my habits of life when I was in school with my
young companions; and even in the introduction of his speech
he will say that I have begun this prosecution, not for the benefit
of the State, but because I want to make a show of myself to
Alexander and gratify Alexander's resentment against him. He
purposes, as I learn, to ask why I blame his administration as a
whole, and yet never hindered or indicted any one separate act;


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