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Yasna xii. 1-4: Translation of L. H. Mills.
THE GODDESS OF THE WATERS
Ο
FFER up a sacrifice unto this spring of mine, Ardvi Sura
Anahita (the exalted, mighty, and undefiled, image of the
(128) stream celestial), who stands carried forth in the shape of
a maid, fair of body, most strong, tall-formed, high-girded, pure,
nobly born of a glorious race, wearing a mantle fully embroid-
ered with gold. 129. Ever holding the baresma in her hand,
according to the rules; she wears square golden ear-rings on her
ears bored, and a golden necklace around her beautiful neck, she,
the nobly born Ardvi Sura Anahita; and she girded her waist
tightly, so that her breasts may be well shaped, that they may
be tightly pressed. 128. Upon her head Ardvi Sura Anahita
bound a golden crown, with a hundred stars, with eight rays, a
fine well-made crown, with fillets streaming down. 129. She is
clothed with garments of beaver, Ardvi Sura Anahita; with the
skin of thirty beavers, of those that bear four young ones, that
are the finest kind of beavers; for the skin of the beaver that
lives in water is the finest colored of all skins, and when worked
at the right time it shines to the eye with full sheen of silver
and gold.
Yasht v. 126-129: Translation of J. Darmesteter.
GUARDIAN SPIRITS
W*
E WORSHIP the good, strong, beneficent Fravashis [guardian
spirits] of the faithful; with helms of brass, with weap-
(45) ons of brass, with armor of brass; who struggle in the
fights for victory in garments of light, arraying the battles and
bringing them forwards, to kill thousands of Dævas [demons].
46. When the wind blows from behind them and brings their
breath unto men, then men know where blows the breath of vic-
tory: and they pay pious homage unto the good, strong, benefi-
cent Fravashis of the faithful, with their hearts prepared and
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worshiped in the fulness of faith of a devoted heart, to that side
turn the awful Fravashis of the faithful along with Mithra [angel
of truth and light] and Rashnu [Justice] and the awful cursing
thought of the wise and the victorious wind.
Yasht xiii. 45-47: Translation of J. Darmesteter.
AN ANCIENT SINDBAD
THE
HE manly-hearted Keresaspa was the sturdiest of the men of
strength, for Manly Courage clave unto him. We worship
[this] Manly Courage, firm of foot, unsleeping, quick to
rise, and fully awake, that clave unto Keresaspa [the hero], who
killed the snake Srvara, the horse-devouring, man-devouring,
yellow poisonous snake, over which yellow poison flowed a
thumb's breadth thick. Upon him Kerasaspa was cooking his
food in a brass vessel, at the time of noon. The fiend felt the
heat and darted away; he rushed from under the brass vessel
and upset the boiling water: the manly-hearted Keresaspa fell
back affrighted.
Yasht xix. 38-40: Translation of J. Darmesteter.
THE WISE MAN
V
ERILY I say it unto thee, O Spitama Zoroaster! the man who
has a wife is far above him who lives in continence; he
who keeps a house is far above him who has none; he who
has children is far above the childless man; he who has riches is
far above him who has none.
And of two men, he who fills himself with meat receives
in him good spirit [Vohu Mano] much more than he who does
not do so; the latter is all but dead; the former is above him
by the worth of a sheep, by the worth of an ox, by the worth
of a man.
It is this man that can strive against the onsets of death;
that can strive against the well-darted arrow; that can strive
against the winter fiend with thinnest garment on; that can strive
against the wicked tyrant and smite him on the head; it is this
man that can strive against the ungodly fasting Ashemaogha [the
fiends and heretics who do not eat].
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INVOCATION TO RAIN
"Co
OME, come on, O clouds, along the sky, through the air,
down on the earth, by thousands of drops, by myriads
of drops," thus say, O holy Zoroaster! "to destroy sick-
ness altogether, to destroy death altogether, to destroy altogether
the sickness made by the Gaini, to destroy altogether the death
made by Gaini, to destroy altogether Gadha and Apagadha.
"If death come at eve, may healing come at daybreak!
"If death come at daybreak, may healing come at night!
"If death come at night, may healing come at dawn!
"Let showers shower down new waters, new earth, new trees,
new health, and new healing powers. "
Vendidad xxi. 2: Translation of J. Darmesteter.
A PRAYER FOR HEALING
A"
HURA MAZDA spake unto Spitama Zoroaster, saying, "I,
Ahura Mazda, the Maker of all good things, when I made.
this mansion, the beautiful, the shining, seen afar (there
may I go up, there may I arrive)!
Then the ruffian looked at me; the ruffian Anra Mainyu, the
deadly, wrought against me nine diseases and ninety, and nine
hundred, and nine thousand, and nine times ten thousand dis-
eases. So mayest thou heal me, O Holy Word, thou most glori-
ous one!
Unto thee will I give in return a thousand fleet, swift-running
steeds; I offer thee up a sacrifice, O good Saoka, made by Mazda
and holy.
Unto thee will I give in return a thousand fleet, high-humped
camels; I offer thee up a sacrifice, O good Saoka, made by
Mazda and holy.
Unto thee will I give in return a thousand brown faultless
oxen; I offer thee up a sacrifice, O good Saoka, made by Mazda
and holy.
Unto thee will I give in return a thousand young of all spe-
cies of small cattle; I offer thee up a sacrifice, O good Saoka,
made by Mazda and holy.
And I will bless thee with the fair blessing-spell of the right-
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empty swell to fullness and the full to overflowing, that comes to
help him who was sickening, and makes the sick man sound
again.
Vendidad xxii. 1-5: Translation of J. Darmesteter.
FRAGMENT
Α'
LL good thoughts, and all good words, and all good deeds are
thought and spoken and done with intelligence; and all
evil thoughts and words and deeds are thought and spoken
and done with folly.
2.
And let [the men who think and speak and do] all good
thoughts and words and deeds inhabit Heaven [as their home].
And let those who think and speak and do evil thoughts and
words and deeds abide in Hell. For to all who think good
thoughts, speak good words, and do good deeds, Heaven, the
best world, belongs.
And this is evident and as of course.
Avesta, Fragment iii. : Translation of L. H. Mills.
AVICEBRON
(1028-? 1058)
VICEBRON,
or Avicebrol (properly Solomon ben Judah ibn
Gabirol), one of the most famous of Jewish poets, and the
most original of Jewish thinkers, was born at Cordova, in
Spain, about A. D. 1028. Of the events of his life we know little;
and it was only in 1845 that Munk, in the 'Literaturblatt des Orient,'
proved the Jewish poet Ibn Gabirol to be one and the same person
with Avicebron, so often quoted by the Schoolmen as an Arab
philosopher. He was educated at Saragossa, spent some years at
Malaga, and died, hardly thirty years old, about 1058. His disposi-
tion seems to have been rather melancholy.
Of his philosophic works, which were written in Arabic, by far
the most important, and that which lent lustre to his name, was
the 'Fountain of Life'; a long treatise in the form of a dialogue
between teacher and pupil, on what was then regarded as the funda-
mental question in philosophy, the nature and relations of Matter
and Form. The original, which seems never to have been popular
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a complete Latin translation (the work having found appreciation
among Christians), which has recently been cdited with great care
by Professor Bäumker of Breslau, under the title 'Avencebrolis Fons
Vitæ, ex Arabico in Latinum translatus ab Johanne Hispano et
Dominico Gundissalino' (Münster, 1895). There is also a series of
extracts from it in Hebrew. Besides this, he wrote a half-popular
work, 'On the Improvement of Character,' in which he brings the
different virtues into relation with the five senses. He is, further,
the reputed author of a work 'On the Soul,' and the reputed com-
piler of a famous anthology, 'A Choice of Pearls,' which appeared,
with an English translation by B. H. Ascher, in London, in 1859. In
his poetry, which, like that of other medieval Hebrew poets, Moses
ben Ezra, Judah Halévy, etc. , is partly liturgical, partly worldly,
he abandons native forms, such as we find in the Psalms, and fol-
lows artificial Arabic models, with complicated rhythms and rhyme,
unsuited to Hebrew, which, unlike Arabic, is poor in inflections.
Nevertheless, many of his liturgical pieces are still used in the serv-
ices of the synagogue, while his worldly ditties find admirers else-
where. (See A. Geiger, 'Ibn Gabirol und seine Dichtungen,' Leipzig,
1867. )
The philosophy of Ibn Gabirol is a compound of Hebrew mono-
theism and that Neo-Platonic Aristotelianism which for two hundred
years had been current in the Muslim schools at Bagdad, Basra, etc. ,
and which the learned Jews were largely instrumental in carrying to
the Muslims of Spain. For it must never be forgotten that the great
translators and intellectual purveyors of the Middle Ages were the
Jews. (See Steinschneider, 'Die Hebräischen Uebersetzungen des
Mittelalters, und die Juden als Dolmetscher,' 2 vols. , Berlin, 1893. )
The aim of Ibn Gabirol, like that of the other three noted
Hebrew thinkers, Philo, Maimonides, and Spinoza, was-given God,
to account for creation; and this he tried to do by means of Neo-
Platonic Aristotelianism, such as he found in the Pseudo-Pythagoras,
Pseudo-Empedocles, Pseudo-Aristotelian Theology' (an abstract from
Plotinus), and 'Book on Causes' (an abstract from Proclus's 'Institu-
tio Theologica'). It is well known that Aristotle, who made God a
"thinking of thinking," and placed matter, as something eternal,
over against him, never succeeded in bringing God into effective
connection with the world (see K. Elser, 'Die Lehredes Aristotles
über das Wirken Gottes,' Münster, 1893); and this defect the Greeks
never afterward remedied until the time of Plotinus, who, without
propounding a doctrine of emanation, arranged the universe as a hier-
archy of existence, beginning with the Good, and descending through
correlated Being and Intelligence, to Soul or Life, which produces
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between undivided and divided being.
In the famous encyclopædia
of the "Brothers of Purity," written in the East about A. D.
1000, and representing Muslim thought at its best, the hierarchy
takes this form: God, Intelligence, Soul, Primal Matter, Secondary
Matter, World, Nature, the Elements, Material Things. (See Dieterici,
'Die Philosophie der Araber im X. Jahrhundert n. Chr. ,' 2 vols. ,
Leipzig, 1876-79. ) In the hands of Ibn Gabirol, this is transformed
thus: God, Will, Primal Matter, Form, Intelligence, Soul - vegetable,
animal, rational, Nature, the source of the visible world. If we com-
pare these hierarchies, we shall see that Ibn Gabirol makes two very
important changes: first, he introduces an altogether new element,
viz. , the Will; second, instead of placing Intelligence second in rank,
next to God, he puts Will, Matter, and Form before it. Thus,
whereas the earliest thinkers, drawing on Aristotle, had sought for
an explanation of the world in Intelligence, he seeks for it in Will,
thus approaching the standpoint of Schopenhauer. Moreover, whereas
they had made Matter and Form originate. in Intelligence, he includes
the latter, together with the material world, among things com-
pounded of Matter and Form. Hence, everything, save God and His
Will, which is but the expression of Him, is compounded of Matter
and Form (cf. Dante, 'Paradiso,' i. 104 seq. ). Had he concluded from
this that God, in order to occupy this exceptional position, must be
pure matter (or substance), he would have reached the standpoint of
Spinoza. As it is, he stands entirely alone in the Middle Age, in
making the world the product of Will, and not of Intelligence, as the
Schoolmen and the classical philosophers of Germany held.
The Fountain of Life' is divided into five books, whose sub-
jects are as follows:- I. Matter and Form, and their various kinds.
II. Matter as the bearer of body, and the subject of the categories.
III. Separate Substances, in the created intellect, standing between
God and the World. IV. Matter and Form in simple substances.
V. Universal Matter and Universal Form, with a discussion of the
Divine Will, which, by producing and uniting Matter and Form, brings
being out of non-being, and so is the 'Fountain of Life. ' Though the
author is influenced by Jewish cosmogony, his system, as such, is
almost purely Neo-Platonic. It remains one of the most considerable
attempts that have ever been made to find in spirit the explanation
of the world; not only making all matter at bottom one, but also
maintaining that while form is due to the divine will, matter is due
to the divine essence, so that both are equally spiritual. It is espe-
cially interesting as showing us, by contrast, how far Christian
thinking, which rested on much the same foundation with it, was
influenced and confined by Christian dogmas, especially by those of
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Ibn Gabirol's thought exerted a profound influence, not only on
subsequent Hebrew thinkers, like Joseph ben Saddig, Maimonides,
Spinoza, but also on the Christian Schoolmen, by whom he is often
quoted, and on Giordano Bruno. Through Spinoza and Bruno this.
influence has passed into the modern world, where it still lives.
Dante, though naming many Arab philosophers, never alludes to Ibn
Gabirol; yet he borrowed more of his sublimest thoughts from the
'Fountain of Life' than from any other book. (Cf. Ibn Gabirol's
'Bedeutung für die Geschichte der Philosophie,' appendix to Vol. i.
of M. Joël's 'Beiträge zur Gesch. der Philos. ,' Breslau, 1876. ) If we
set aside the hypostatic form in which Ibn Gabirol puts forward his
ideas, we shall find a remarkable similarity between his system and
that of Kant, not to speak of that of Schopenhauer. For the whole
subject, see J. Guttman's 'Die Philosophie des Salomon Ibn Gabirol'
(Göttingen, 1889).
ON MATTER AND FORM
From the Fountain of Life,' Fifth Treatise
I
NTELLIGENCE is finite in both directions: on the upper side, by
reason of will, which is above it; on the lower, by reason of
matter, which is outside of its essence. Hence, spiritual sub-
stances are finite with respect to matter, because they differ
through it, and distinction is the cause of finitude; in respect to
forms they are infinite on the lower side, because one form flows
from another. And we must bear in mind that that part of
matter which is above heaven, the more it ascends from it to the
principle of creation, becomes the more spiritual in form, whereas
that part which descends lower than the heaven toward quiet
will be more corporeal in form. Matter, intelligence, and soul
comprehend heaven, and heaven comprehends the elements. And
just as, if you imagine your soul standing at the extreme height
of heaven, and looking back upon the earth, the earth will seem
but a point, in comparison with the heaven, so are corporeal and
spiritual substance in comparison with the will. And first mat-
ter is stable in the knowledge of God, as the earth in the midst
of heaven. And the form diffused through it is as the light
diffused through the air.
We must bear in mind that the unity induced by the will
(we might say, the will itself) binds matter to form. Hence that
union is stable, firm, and perpetual from the beginning of its
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Matter is movable, in order that it may receive form, in con-
formity with its appetite for receiving goodness and delight
through the reception of form. In like manner, everything that
is, desires to move, in order that it may attain something of
the goodness of the primal being; and the nearer anything is to
the primal being, the more easily it reaches this, and the further
off it is, the more slowly and with the longer motion and time
it does so.
And the motion of matter and other substances
is nothing but appetite and love for the mover toward which
it moves, as, for example, matter moves toward form, through
desire for the primal being; for matter requires light from that
which is in the essence of will, which compels matter to move
toward will and to desire it: and herein will and matter are
alike. And because matter is receptive of the form that has
flowed down into it by the flux of violence and necessity, matter
must necessarily move to receive form; and therefore things are
constrained by will and obedience in turn. Hence by the light
which it has from will, matter moves toward will and desires it;
but when it receives form, it lacks nothing necessary for knowing
and desiring it, and nothing remains for it to seek for. For
example, in the morning the air has an imperfect splendor from
the sun; but at noon it has a perfect splendor, and there remains
nothing for it to demand of the sun. Hence the desire for the
first motion is a likeness between all substances and the first
Maker, because it is impressed upon all things to move toward
the first; because particular matter desires particular form, and
the matter of plants and animals, which, in generating, move
toward the forms of plants and animals, are also influenced by
the particular form acting in them. In like manner the sensible
soul moves toward sensible forms, and the rational soul to intel-
ligible forms, because the particular soul, which is called the first
intellect, while it is in its principle, is susceptible of form; but
when it shall have received the form of universal intelligence,
which is the second intellect, and shall become intelligence, then
it will be strong to act, and will be called the second intellect;
and since particular souls have such a desire, it follows that uni-
versal souls must have a desire for universal forms. The same
thing must be said of natural matter,- that is, the substance
which sustains the nine categories; because this matter moves to
take on the first qualities, then to the mineral form, then to the
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intelligible, until at last it is united to the form of universal
intelligence. And this primal matter desires primal form; and
all things that are, desire union and commixture, that so they
may be assimilated to their principle; and therefore, genera,
species, differentiæ, and contraries are united through something
in singulars.
Thus, matter is like an empty schedule and a wax tablet;
whereas form is like a painted shape and words set down, from
which the reader reaches the end of science. And when the soul
knows these, it desires to know the wonderful painter of them,
to whose essence it is impossible to ascend. Thus matter and
form are the two closed gates of intelligence, which it is hard
for intelligence to open and pass through, because the substance
of intelligence is below them, and made up of them. And when
the soul has subtilized itself, until it can penetrate them, it
arrives at the word, that is, at perfect will; and then its motion
ceases, and its joy remains.
An analogy to the fact that the universal will actualizes uni-
versal form in the matter of intelligence is the fact that the
particular will actualizes the particular form in the soul without
time, and life and essential motion in the matter of the soul, and
local motion and other motions in the matter of nature. But all
these motions are derived from the will; and so all things are
moved by the will, just as the soul causes rest or motion in
the body according to its will. And this motion is different
according to the greater or less proximity of things to the will.
And if we remove action from the will, the will will be identi-
cal with the primal essence; whereas, with action, it is dif-
ferent from it. Hence, will is as the painter of all forms; the
matter of each thing as a tablet; and the form of each thing as
the picture on the tablet. It binds form to matter, and is diffused
through the whole of matter, from highest to lowest, as the soul
through the body; and as the virtue of the sun, diffusing its
light, unites with the light, and with it descends into the air,
so the virtue of the will unites with the form which it imparts
to all things, and descends with it. On this ground it is said
that the first cause is in all things, and that there is nothing
without it.
The will holds all things together by means of form; whence
we likewise say that form holds all things together. Thus, form
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and giving to matter. And will acts without time or motion,
through its own might. If the action of soul and intelligence,
and the infusion of light are instantaneous, much more so is
that of will.
Creation comes from the high creator, and is an emanation,
like the issue of water flowing from its source; but whereas
water follows water without intermission or rest, creation is with-
out motion or time. The sealing of form upon matter, as it
flows in from the will, is like the sealing or reflection of a form
in a mirror, when it is seen. And as sense receives the form
of the felt without the matter, so everything that acts upon
another acts solely through its own form, which it simply im-
presses upon that other. Hence genus, species, differentia, prop-
erty, accident, and all forms in matter are merely an impression
made by wisdom.
The created soul is gifted with the knowledge which is proper
to it; but after it is united to the body, it is withdrawn from
receiving those impressions which are proper to it, by reason of
the very darkness of the body, covering and extinguishing its
light, and blurring it, just as in the case of a clear mirror: when
dense substance is put over it its light is obscured. And there-
fore God, by the subtlety of his substance, formed this world,
and arranged it according to this most beautiful order, in which
it is, and equipped the soul with senses, wherein, when it uses
them, that which is hidden in it is manifested in act; and the
soul, in apprehending sensible things, is like a man who sees
many things, and when he departs from them, finds that nothing
remains with him but the vision of imagination and memory.
We must also bear in mind that, while matter is made by
essence, form is made by will. And it is said that matter is the
seat of God, and that will, the giver of form, sits on it and rests
upon it.
And through the knowledge of these things we ascend
to those things which are behind them, that is, to the cause why
there is anything; and this is a knowledge of the world of deity,
which is the greatest whole: whatever is below it is very small
in comparison with it.
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ROBERT AYTOUN
ROBERT AYTOUN
(1570-1638)
HIS Scottish poet was born in his father's castle of Kinaldie,
near St. Andrews, Fifeshire, in 1570. He was descended
from the Norman family of De Vescy, a younger son of
which settled in Scotland and received from Robert Bruce the lands
of Aytoun in Berwickshire. Kincardie came into the family about
1539. Robert Aytoun was educated at St.
Andrews, taking his degree
in 1588, traveled on the Continent like other wealthy Scottish gentle-
men, and studied law at the University of Paris. Returning in 1603,
he delighted James I. by a Latin poem
congratulating him on his accession to the
English throne. Thereupon the poet re-
ceived an invitation to court as Groom of
the Privy Chamber. He rose rapidly, was
knighted in 1612, and made Gentleman of
the Bedchamber to King James and private
secretary to Queen Anne. When Charles
I. ascended the throne, Aytoun was re-
tained, and held many important posts.
According to Aubrey, "he was acquainted
with all the witts of his time in England. "
Sir Robert was essentially a court poet,
and belonged to the cultivated circle of
Scottish favorites that James gathered
around him; yet there is no mention of him in the gossipy diaries
of the period, and almost none in the State papers. He seems, how-
ever, to have been popular: Ben Jonson boasts that Aytoun "loved
me dearly. " It is not surprising that his mild verses should have
faded in the glorious light of the contemporary poets.
He wrote in Greek and French, and many of his Latin poems
were published under the title 'Delitiæ Poetarum Scotorum' (Amster-
dam, 1637). His English poems on such themes as a 'Love Dirge,'
'The Poet Forsaken,' 'The Lover's Remonstrance,' 'Address to an
Inconstant Mistress,' etc. , do not show depth of emotion. He says of
himself:-

"Yet have I been a lover by report,
Yea, I have died for love as others do;
But praised be God, it was in such a sort
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The lines beginning "I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,»
quoted below with their adaptation by Burns, do not appear in his
MSS. , collected by his heir Sir John Aytoun, nor in the edition of
his works with a memoir prepared by Dr. Charles Rogers, published
in Edinburgh in 1844 and reprinted privately in 1871. Dean Stanley,
in his 'Memorials of Westminster Abbey,' accords to him the original
of 'Auld Lang Syne,' which Rogers includes in his edition. Burns's
song follows the version attributed to Francis Temple.
Aytoun passed his entire life in luxury, died in Whitehall Palace
in 1638, and was the first Scottish poet buried in Westminster Abbey.
His memorial bust was taken from a portrait by Vandyke.
INCONSTANCY UPBRAIDED
LOVED thee once, I'll love no more;
Thine be the grief as is the blame:
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?
He that can love unloved again,
Hath better store of love than brain;
God send me love my debts to pay,
While unthrifts fool their love away.
Nothing could have my love o'erthrown,
If thou hadst still continued mine;
Yea, if thou hadst remained thy own,
I might perchance have yet been thine.
But thou thy freedom didst recall,
That it thou might elsewhere inthrall;
And then how could I but disdain
A captive's captive to remain?
When new desires had conquered thee,
And changed the object of thy will,
It had been lethargy in me,
Not constancy, to love thee still.
Yea, it had been a sin to go
And prostitute affection so;
Since we are taught no prayers to say
To such as must to others pray.
Yet do thou glory in thy choice,
Thy choice of his good fortune boast;
I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice
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The height of my disdain shall be
To laugh at him, to blush for thee;
To love thee still, but go no more
A-begging to a beggar's door.
LINES TO AN INCONSTANT MISTRESS
DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
I
And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could speak had power to move thee.
But I can let thee now alone,
As worthy to be loved by none.
I do confess thou'rt sweet, yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Thy favors are but like the wind
Which kisseth everything it meets!
And since thou canst love more than one,
Thou'rt worthy to be loved by none.
The morning rose that untouched stands,
Armed with her briers, how sweet she smells!
But plucked and strained through ruder hands,
Her scent no longer with her dwells.
But scent and beauty both are gone,
And leaves fall from her one by one.
Such fate ere long will thee betide,
When thou hast handled been awhile,
Like fair flowers to be thrown aside;
And thou shalt sigh while I shall smile,
To see thy love to every one
Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
BURNS'S ADAPTATION
I DO Confess thou art sae fair,
I wad been ower the lugs in love
Had I na found the slightest prayer
That lips could speak, thy heart could move.
I do confess thee sweet - but find
-
Thou art sae thriftless o' thy sweets,
Thy favors are the silly wind,
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See yonder rosebud rich in dew,
Among its native briers sae coy,
How sune it tines its scent and hue
When pu'd and worn a common toy.
Sic fate, ere lang, shall thee betide,
Tho' thou may gaily bloom awhile;
Yet sune thou shalt be thrown aside
Like any common weed and vile.
WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN
(1813-1865)
YTOUN the second, balladist, humorist, and Tory, in propor-
tions of about equal importance, one of the group of wits
and devotees of the status quo who made Blackwood's
Magazine so famous in its early days, was born in Edinburgh, June
21st, 1813. He was the son of Roger Aytoun, "writer to the Signet";
and a descendant of Sir Robert Aytoun (1570-1638), the poet and
friend of Ben Jonson, who followed James VI. from Scotland and
who is buried in Westminster Abbey. Both Aytoun's parents were
literary. His mother, who knew Sir Walter Scott, and who gave
Lockhart many details for his biography, helped the lad in his
poems. She seemed to him to know all the ballads ever sung. His
earliest verses were praised by Professor John Wilson ("Christopher
North"), the first editor of Blackwood's, whose daughter he married
in 1849.
At the age of nineteen he published his 'Poland, Homer,
and Other Poems (Edinburgh, 1832). After leaving the University
of Edinburgh, he studied law in London, visited Germany, and return-
ing to Scotland, was called to the bar in 1840.
He disliked the pro-
fession, and used to say that though he followed
could overtake it.
the law he never
While in Germany he translated the first part of 'Faust' in
blank verse, which was never published. Many of his translations
from Uhland and Homer appeared in Blackwood's from 1836 to 1840,
and many of his early writings were signed "Augustus Dunshunner. »
In 1844 he joined the editorial staff of Blackwood's, to which for
many years he contributed political articles, verse, translations of
Goethe, and humorous sketches. In 1845 he became Professor of
Rhetoric and Literature in the University of Edinburgh, a place
which he held until 1864. About 1841 he became acquainted with
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papers interspersed with burlesque verses, which, reprinted from
Blackwood's, became popular as the 'Bon Gaultier Ballads. ' Pub-
lished in London in 1855, they reached their thirteenth edition in 1877.
"Some papers of a humorous kind, which I had published under the
nom de plume of Bon Gaultier," says Theodore Martin in his 'Memoir of
Aytoun,' "had hit Aytoun's fancy; and when I proposed to go on with others
in a similar vein, he fell readily into the plan, and agreed to assist in it. In
this way a kind of a Beaumont-and-Fletcher partnership commenced in a
series of humorous papers, which appeared in Tait's and Fraser's magazines
from 1842 to 1844. In these papers, in which we ran a-tilt, with all the reck-
lessness of youthful spirits, against such of the tastes or follies of the day
as presented an opening for ridicule or mirth,—at the same time that we
did not altogether lose sight of a purpose higher than mere amusement,
appeared the verses, with a few exceptions, which subsequently became pop-
ular, and to a degree we then little contemplated, as the Bon Gaultier
Ballads. ' Some of the best of these were exclusively Aytoun's, such as The
Massacre of the McPherson,' (The Rhyme of Sir Launcelot Bogle,' (The
Broken Pitcher,' (The Red Friar and Little John,' The Lay of Mr. Colt,'
and that best of all imitations of the Scottish ballad, The Queen in France. '
Some were wholly mine, and the rest were produced by us jointly. Fortu-
nately for our purpose, there were then living not a few poets whose style
and manner of thought were sufficiently marked to make imitation easy, and
sufficiently popular for a parody of their characteristics to be readily recog-
nized. Macaulay's 'Lays of Rome' and his two other fine ballads were still
in the freshness of their fame. Lockhart's 'Spanish Ballads' were as familiar
in the drawing-room as in the study. Tennyson and Mrs. Browning were
opening up new veins of poetry. These, with Wordsworth, Moore, Uhland,
and others of minor note, lay ready to our hands, -as Scott, Byron, Crabbe,
Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Southey had done to James and Horace Smith
in 1812, when writing the Rejected Addresses. ' Never, probably, were
verses thrown off with a keener sense of enjoyment. »
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With Theodore Martin he published also 'Poems and Ballads of
Goethe' (London, 1858). Mr. Aytoun's fame as a poet rests on his
'Lays of the Cavaliers,' the themes of which are selected from stir-
ring incidents of Scottish history, ranging from Flodden Field to the
Battle of Culloden. The favorites in popular memory are 'The Exe-
cution of Montrose' and 'The Burial March of Dundee. ' This book,
published in London and Edinburgh in 1849, has gone through
twenty-nine editions.
His dramatic poem, 'Firmilian: a Spasmodic Tragedy,' written to
ridicule the style of Bailey, Dobell, and Alexander Smith, and pub-
lished in 1854, had so many excellent qualities that it was received
as a serious production instead of a caricature. Aytoun introduced
this in Blackwood's Magazine as a pretended review of an unpub-
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the case of "Peter's Letters," so successfully that he had to write the
book itself as a "second edition" to answer the demand for it). This
review was so cleverly done that "most of the newspaper critics
took the part of the poet against the reviewer, never suspecting the
identity of both, and maintained the poetry to be fine poetry and
the critic a dunce. ” The sarcasm of Firmilian' is so delicate that
only those familiar with the school it is intended to satirize can fairly
appreciate its qualities. The drama opens showing Firmilian in his
study, planning the composition of Cain: a Tragedy'; and being
infused with the spirit of the hero, he starts on a career of crime.
Among his deeds is the destruction of the cathedral of Badajoz,
which first appears in his mental vision thus:-
·-
"Methought I saw the solid vaults give way,
And the entire cathedral rise in air,
As if it leaped from Pandemonium's jaws. "
To effect this he employs—
"Some twenty barrels of the dusky grain
The secret of whose framing in an hour
Of diabolic jollity and mirth
Old Roger Bacon wormed from Beelzebub. »
When the horror is accomplished, at a moment when the inhab-
itants of Badajoz are at prayer, Firmilian rather enjoys the scene:-
"Pillars and altar, organ loft and screen,
With a singed swarm of mortals intermixed,
Whirling in anguish to the shuddering stars. »
<<< Firmilian," to quote from Aytoun's biographer again, "deserves
to keep its place in literature, if only as showing how easy it is for
a man of real poetic power to throw off, in sport, pages of sonorous
and sparkling verse, simply by ignoring the fetters of nature and
common-sense and dashing headlong on Pegasus through the wilder-
ness of fancy. " Its extravagances of rhetoric can be imagined from
the following brief extract, somewhat reminiscent of Marlowe :-
―――
"And shall I then take Celsus for my guide,
Confound my brain with dull Justinian tomes,
Or stir the dust that lies o'er Augustine?
Not I, in faith! I've leaped into the air,
And clove my way through ether like a bird
That flits beneath the glimpses of the moon,
Right eastward, till I lighted at the foot
Of holy Helicon, and drank my fill
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I've rolled my limbs in ecstasy along
The selfsame turf on which old Homer lay
That night he dreamed of Helen and of Troy:
And I have heard, at midnight, the sweet strains
Come quiring from the hilltop, where, enshrined
In the rich foldings of a silver cloud,
The Muses sang Apollo into sleep. "
In 1856 was printed 'Bothwell,' a poetic monologue on Mary Stu-
art's lover. Of Aytoun's humorous sketches, the most humorous are
'My First Spec in the Biggleswades,' and 'How We Got Up the Glen
Mutchkin Railway'; tales written during the railway mania of 1845,
which treat of the folly and dishonesty of its promoters, and show
many typical Scottish characters. His Ballads of Scotland' was
issued in 1858; it is an edition of the best ancient minstrelsy, with
preface and notes. In 1861 appeared Norman Sinclair,' a novel
published first in Blackwood's, and giving interesting pictures of
society in Scotland and personal experiences.
<
After Professor Wilson's death, Aytoun was considered the lead-
ing man of letters in Scotland; a rank which he modestly accepted
by writing in 1838 to a friend: "I am getting a kind of fame as the
literary man of Scotland. Thirty years ago, in the North countries,
a fellow achieved an immense reputation as 'The Tollman,' being
the solitary individual entitled by law to levy blackmail at a ferry. "
In 1860 he was made Honorary President of the Associated Societies
of the University of Edinburgh, his competitor being Thackeray.
This was the place held afterward by Lord Lytton, Sir David Brew-
ster, Carlyle, and Gladstone. Aytoun wrote the 'The Life and
Times of Richard the First' (London, 1840), and in 1863 a 'Nuptial
Ode on the Marriage of the Prince of Wales. '
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Aytoun was a man of great charm and geniality in society; even
to Americans, though he detested America with the energy of fear —
the fear of all who see its prosperity sapping the foundations of their
class society. He died in 1865; and in 1867 his biography was pub-
lished by Sir Theodore Martin, his collaborator. Martin's definition
of Aytoun's place in literature is felicitous:-
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"Fashions in poetry may alter, but so long as the themes with which
they deal have an interest for his countrymen, his 'Lays' will find, as they
do now, a wide circle of admirers. His powers as a humorist were perhaps
greater than as a poet. They have certainly been more widely appreciated.
His immediate contemporaries owe him much, for he has contributed largely
to that kindly mirth without which the strain and struggle of modern life
would be intolerable. Much that is excellent in his humorous writings may
very possibly cease to retain a place in literature from the circumstance that
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and phases of life and feeling and literature which are more or less ephem-
eral. But much will certainly continue to be read and enjoyed by the sons
and grandsons of those for whom it was originally written; and his name will
be coupled with those of Wilson, Lockhart, Sydney Smith, Peacock, Jerrold,
Mahony, and Hood, as that of a man gifted with humor as genuine and
original as theirs, however opinions may vary as to the order of their relative
merits. »
'The Modern Endymion,' from which an extract is given, is a
parody on Disraeli's earlier manner.
THE BURIAL MARCH OF DUNDEE
From the 'Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers >
I
SOUND
SOUND the fife and cry the slogan;
Let the pibroch shake the air
With its wild, triumphant music,
Worthy of the freight we bear.
Let the ancient hills of Scotland
Hear once more the battle-song
Swell within their glens and valleys
As the clansmen march along!
Never from the field of combat,
Never from the deadly fray,
Was a nobler trophy carried
Than we bring with us to-day;
Never since the valiant Douglas
On his dauntless bosom bore
Good King Robert's heart-the priceless-
To our dear Redeemer's shore!
Lo! we bring with us the hero-
Lo! we bring the conquering Græme,
Crowned as best beseems a victor
From the altar of his fame;
Fresh and bleeding from the battle
Whence his spirit took its flight,
'Midst the crashing charge of squadrons,
And the thunder of the fight!
Strike, I say, the notes of triumph,
As we march o'er moor and lea!
Is there any here will venture
To bewail our dead Dundee ?
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Let the widows of the traitors
Weep until their eyes are dim!
Wail ye may full well for Scotland -
Let none dare to mourn for him!
See! above his glorious body
Lies the royal banner's fold -
See! his valiant blood is mingled
With its crimson and its gold.
See how calm he looks and stately,
Like a warrior on his shield,
Waiting till the flush of morning
Breaks along the battle-field!
See- oh, never more, my comrades,
Shall we see that falcon eye
Redden with its inward lightning,
As the hour of fight drew nigh!
Never shall we hear the voice that,
Clearer than the trumpet's call,
Bade us strike for king and country,
Bade us win the field, or fall!
II
On the heights of Killiecrankie
Yester-morn our army lay:
Slowly rose the mist in columns
From the river's broken way;
Hoarsely roared the swollen torrent,
And the Pass was wrapped in gloom,
When the clansmen rose together
From their lair amidst the broom.
Then we belted on our tartans,
And our bonnets down we drew,
As we felt our broadswords' edges,
And we proved them to be true;
And we prayed the prayer of soldiers,
And we cried the gathering-cry,
And we clasped the hands of kinsmen,
And we swore to do or die!
Then our leader rode before us,
On his war-horse black as night-
Well the Cameronian rebels
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*
For we loved the house of Claver'se,
And we thought of good Montrose.
But he raised his hand for silence -
-
"Soldiers! I have sworn a vow;
Ere the evening star shall glisten
On Schehallion's lofty brow,
Either we shall rest in triumph,
Or another of the Græmes
Shall have died in battle-harness
For his country and King James!
Think upon the royal martyr—
Think of what his race endure-
Think on him whom butchers murdered
On the field of Magus Muir:*
By his sacred blood I charge ye,
By the ruined hearth and shrine-
By the blighted hopes of Scotland,
By your injuries and mine
Strike this day as if the anvil
Lay beneath your blows the while,
Be they Covenanting traitors,
Or the blood of false Argyle!
Strike! and drive the trembling rebels
Backwards o'er the stormy Forth;
Let them tell their pale Convention
How they fared within the North.
Let them tell that Highland honor
Is not to be bought nor sold;
That we scorn their prince's anger,
As we loathe his foreign gold.
Strike! and when the fight is over,
If you look in vain for me,
Where the dead are lying thickest
Search for him that was Dundee! "
III
Loudly then the hills re-echoed
With our answer to his call,
But a deeper echo sounded
In the bosoms of us all.
For the lands of wide Breadalbane,
Not a man who heard him speak
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Would that day have left the battle.
Burning eye and flushing cheek.
Told the clansmen's fierce emotion,
And they harder drew their breath:
For their souls were strong within them,
Stronger than the grasp of Death.
Soon we heard a challenge trumpet
Sounding in the Pass below,
And the distant tramp of horses,
And the voices of the foe;
Down we crouched amid the bracken,
Till the Lowland ranks drew near,
Panting like the hounds in summer,
When they scent the stately deer.
From the dark defile emerging,
Next we saw the squadrons come,
Leslie's foot and Leven's troopers
Marching to the tuck of drum;
Through the scattered wood of birches,
O'er the broken ground and heath,
Wound the long battalion slowly,
Till they gained the field beneath;
Then we bounded from our covert,—
Judge how looked the Saxons then,
When they saw the rugged mountain
Start to life with armèd men!
Like a tempest down the ridges
Swept the hurricane of steel,
Rose the slogan of Macdonald -
Flashed the broadsword of Lochiel!
Vainly sped the withering volley
'Mongst the foremost of our band-
On we poured until we met them
Foot to foot and hand to hand.
Horse and man went down like drift-wood
When the floods are black at Yule,
And their carcasses are whirling
In the Garry's deepest pool.
Horse and man went down before us—
Living foe there tarried none
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And the evening star was shining
On Schehallion's distant head,
When we wiped our bloody broadswords,
And returned to count the dead.
There we found him gashed and gory,
Stretched upon the cumbered plain,
As he told us where to seek him,
In the thickest of the slain.
And a smile was on his visage,
For within his dying ear
Pealed the joyful note of triumph
And the clansmen's clamorous cheer:
So, amidst the battle's thunder,
Shot, and steel, and scorching flame,
In the glory of his manhood
Passed the spirit of the Græme!
Open wide the vaults of Athol,
Where the bones of heroes rest-
Open wide the hallowed portals
To receive another guest!
Last of Scots, and last of freemen
Last of all that dauntless race
Who would rather die unsullied,
—
Than outlive the land's disgrace!
O thou lion-hearted warrior!
Reck not of the after-time:
Honor may be deemed dishonor,
Loyalty be called a crime.
Sleep in peace with kindred ashes
Of the noble and the true,
Hands that never failed their country,
Hearts that never baseness knew.
Sleep! and till the latest trumpet
Wakes the dead from earth and sea,
Scotland shall not boast a braver
Chieftain than our own Dundee!
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THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE
From 'Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers'
Co
OME hither, Evan Cameron!
Come, stand beside my knee-
I hear the river roaring down
Toward the wintry sea.
There's shouting on the mountain-side,
There's war within the blast-
Old faces look upon me,
Old forms go trooping past.
I hear the pibroch wailing
Amidst the din of fight,
And my dim spirit wakes again
Upon the verge of night.
'Twas I that led the Highland host
Through wild Lochaber's snows,
What time the plaided clans came down
To battle with Montrose.
I've told thee how the Southrons fell
Beneath the broad claymore,
And how we smote the Campbell clan
By Inverlochy's shore;
I've told thee how we swept Dundee,
And tamed the Lindsays' pride:
But never have I told thee yet
How the great Marquis died.
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A traitor sold him to his foes;-
A deed of deathless shame!
I charge thee, boy, if e'er thou meet
With one of Assynt's name,
Be it upon the mountain's side
Or yet within the glen,
Stand he in martial gear alone,
Or backed by armèd men,
Face him, as thou wouldst face the man
-
-
-
Who wronged thy sire's renown;
Remember of what blood thou art,
And strike the caitiff down!
They brought him to the Watergate,
Hard bound with hempen span,
As though they held a lion there,
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They set him high upon a cart,-
The hangman rode below,
They drew his hands behind his back
And bared his noble brow.
Then, as a hound is slipped from leash,
They cheered, the common throng,
And blew the note with yell and shout,
And bade him pass along.
―
It would have made a brave man's heart
Grow sad and sick that day,
To watch the keen malignant eyes
Bent down on that array.
There stood the Whig West-country lords
In balcony and bow;
And every open window
There sat their gaunt and withered dames,
And their daughters all arow.
Was full as full might be
――――――
With black-robed Covenanting carles,
That goodly sport to see!
But when he came, though pale and wan,
He looked so great and high,
So noble was his manly front,
So calm his steadfast eye,
The rabble rout forbore to shout,
And each man held his breath,
For well they knew the hero's soul
Was face to face with death.
And then a mournful shudder
――――
Through all the people crept,
And some that came to scoff at him
Now turned aside and wept.
But onwards-always onwards,
In silence and in gloom,
The dreary pageant labored,
Till it reached the house of doom.
Then first a woman's voice was heard
In jeer and laughter loud,
And an angry cry and hiss arose
From the heart of the tossing crowd;
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Of him who sold his king for gold-
The master-fiend Argyle!
The Marquis gazed a moment,
And nothing did he say,
But the cheek of Argyle grew ghastly pale,
And he turned his eyes away.
The painted harlot by his side,
She shook through every limb,
For a roar like thunder swept the street,
And hands were clenched at him;
And a Saxon soldier cried aloud,
"Back, coward, from thy place!
For seven long years thou hast not dared
To look him in the face. "
Had I been there with sword in hand,
And fifty Camerons by,
That day through high Dunedin's streets
Had pealed the slogan-cry.
Not all their troops of trampling horse,
Nor might of mailèd men—
Not all the rebels in the South
Had borne us backward then!
Once more his foot on Highland heath
Had trod as free as air,
Or I, and all who bore my name,
Been laid around him there!
It might not be. They placed him next
Within the solemn hall,
Where once the Scottish kings were throned
Amidst their nobles all.
But there was dust of vulgar feet
On that polluted floor,
And perjured traitors filled the place
Where good men sate before.
With savage glee came Warriston
To read the murderous doom;
And then uprose the great Montrose
In the middle of the room.
"Now, by my faith as belted knight,
And by the name I bear,
And by the bright Saint Andrew's cross
That waves above us there,
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Yea, by a greater, mightier oath -
And oh, that such should be! -
By that dark stream of royal blood
That lies 'twixt you and me,
I have not sought in battle-field
A wreath of such renown,
Nor dared I hope on my dying day
To win the martyr's crown.
"There is a chamber far away
Where sleep the good and brave,
But a better place ye have named for me
Than by my father's grave.