The next morning their
appetites
were as sharp as ever.
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* Have mercy, goddess I Circe, feel my prayer !
That curst magician's name fell icy numb Upon my wild conjecturing : truth had come Naked and saberlike against my heart.
I saw a fury whetting a death dart ;
And my slain spirit, overwrought with fright, Fainted away in that dark lair of night.
Think, my deliverer, how desolate
My waking must have been I disgust, and hate, And terrors manifold divided me
A spoil amongst them. I prepared to flee
Into the dungeon core of that wild wood :
I fled three days — when lo ! before me stood Glaring the angry witch. O Dis, even now,
A clammy dew is bending on my brow,
At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse. "Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse Made of rose leaves and thistledown, express, To cradle thee, my sweet, and lull thee : yes,
I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch :
My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutch.
So, fairy thing, it shall have lullabies
Unheard of yet ; and it shall still its cries Upon some breast more lily feminine.
Oh, no — it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
too high:
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More than one pretty, trifling thousand years ; And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears Cut short its immortality. Sea flirt !
Young dove of the waters ! truly I'll not hurt One hair of thine : see how I weep and sigh, That our heart-broken parting is so nigh.
And must we part ? Ah, yes, it must be so.
Yet, ere thou leavest me in utter woe,
Let me sob over thee my last adieus,
. And speak a blessing. Mark me ! Thou hast thews Immortal, for thou art of heavenly race ;
But such a love is mine, that here I chase Eternally away from thee all bloom
Of youth, and destine thee towards a tomb. Hence shalt thou quickly to the watery vast ; And there, ere many days be overpast, Disabled age shall seize thee ; and even then Thou shalt not go the way of aged men ;
But live and wither, cripple and still breathe Ten hundred years ; which gone, I then bequeath Thy fragile bones to unknown burial.
Adieu, sweet love, adieu ! "
As shot stars fall, She fled ere I could groan for mercy. Stung
And poisoned was my spirit : despair sung
A war song of defiance 'gainst all hell.
A hand was at my shoulder to compel
My sullen steps ; another 'fore my eyes Moved on with pointed finger. In this guise Enforced, at the last by ocean's foam
I found me ; by my fresh, my native home. Its tempering coolness, to my life akin,
Came salutary as I waded in ;
And, with a blind, voluptuous rage,
Battle to the swollen billow ridge, and drave
Large froth before me, while there yet remained Hale strength, nor from my bones all marrow drained.
Young lover, I must weep — such hellish spite With dry cheek who can tell ? While thus my might Proving upon this element, dismayed,
Upon a dead thing's face my hand I laid ;
I looked — 'twas Scylla! Cursed, cursed Circe!
O vulture witch, hast never heard of mercy ?
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Could not thy harshest vengeance be content, But thou must nip this tender innocent Because I loved her ? — Cold, O cold indeed Were her fair limbs, and like a common weed The sea swell took her hair. Dead as she was I clung about her waist, nor ceased to pass Fleet as an arrow through unfathomed brine, Until there shone a fabric crystalline,
Ribbed and inlaid with coral, pebble, and pearl. Headlong I darted ; at one eager swirl
Gained its bright portal, entered, and behold I 'Twas vast, and desolate, and icy cold ;
And all around — But wherefore this to thee,
Who, in few minutes more, thyself shalt see ? —
I left poor Scylla in a niche and fled.
My fevered parchings up, my scathing dread
Met palsy halfway; soon these limbs became Gaunt, withered, sapless, feeble, cramped, and lame.
THE STRAYED REVELER.
By MATTHEW ARNOLD.
[For biographical sketch, see Principles of Homeric Translation. ]
Scene : The Portico of Circe's Palace. Evening. Present : A Youth,
Ciece.
The Youth — Faster, faster,
O Circe, Goddess,
Let the wild, thronging train, The bright procession
Of eddying forms,
Sweep through my soul !
Thou standest, smiling
Down on me ! thy right arm,
Leaned up against the column there, Props thy soft cheek ;
Thy left holds, hanging loosely,
The deep cup, ivy-cinctured,
1 held but now.
Circe —
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Is it then evening
So soon ? I see, the night dews, Clustered in thick beads, dim The agate brooch stones
On thy white shoulder;
The cool night wind, too,
Blows through the portico,
Stirs thy hair, Goddess,
Waves thy white robe !
Whence art thou, sleeper ?
The Youth — When the white dawn first Through the rough fir planks Of my hut, by the chestnuts,
Circe —
Thy palace, Goddess, Smokeless, empty !
Trembling, I entered; beheld The court all silent,
The lions sleeping,
On the altar this bowl.
I drank, Goddess !
And sank down here, sleeping, On the steps of thy portico.
Foolish boy ! Why tremblest thou ? Thou lovest then, my wine
Wouldst more of See, how glows,
Up at the valley head,
Came breaking, Goddess !
I sprang up, I threw round me
My dappled fawn skin ;
Passing out, from the wet turf,
Where they lay, by the hut door,
I snatched up my vine crown, my fir staff, All drenched in dew —
Came swift down to join
The rout early gathered
In the town, round the temple,
Iacchus' white fane
On yonder hill.
Quick I passed, following The woodcutters' cart track
I saw On my left, through the beeches,
Down the dark valley ; —
it ?
it,
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Through the delicate, flushed marble, The red, creaming liquor,
Strown with dark seeds !
Drink, then !
I chide thee not, Deny thee not my bowl.
Come, stretch forth thy hand, then Drink — drink again !
The Youth — Thanks, gracious one ! — Ah, the sweet fumes again !
—
so!
Circe —
Ulysses —
More soft, ah me,
More subtle-winding Than Pan's flute music ! Faint — faint ! Ah me, Again the sweet sleep !
Hist! Thou — within there! Come forth, Ulysses !
Art tired with hunting ? While we range the woodland, See what the day brings.
Circe —
Ever new magic !
Hast thou then lured hither,
Wonderful Goddess, by thy art,
The young, languid-eyed Ampelus,
Iacchus' darling —
Or some youth beloved of Pan,
Of Pan and the Nymphs ?
That he sits, bending downward
His white, delicate neck
To the ivy-wreathed marge
Of thy cup ; the bright, glancing vine leaves That crown his hair,
Falling forward, mingling —
With the dark ivy plants
His fawn skin, half untied,
Smeared with red wine stains ?
That he sits, overweighed
By fumes of wine and sleep,
So late, in thy portico ?
What youth, Goddess, — what guest
Of Gods or mortals ?
Hist ! he wakes !
I lured him not hither, Ulysses. Nay, ask him !
Who is he,
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The Youth — Who speaks ! Ah, who comes forth To thy side, Goddess, from within ?
Ulysses —
How shall I name him ? This spare, dark-featured,
Quick-eyed stranger ?
Ah, and I see too
His sailor's bonnet,
His short coat, travel-tarnished, With one arm bare ! —
Art thou not he, whom fame
This long time rumors
The favored guest of Circe, brought by the waves ? Art thou he, stranger ?
The wise Ulysses,
Laertes' son ?
I am Ulysses.
And thou, too, sleeper ?
Thy voice is sweet.
It may be thou hast followed
Through the islands some divine bard, By age taught many things,
Age and the Muses ;
And heard him delighting
The chiefs and people
In the banquet, and learned his songs, Of Gods and Heroes,
Of war and arts,
And peopled cities,
Inland, or built
By the gray sea — If so, then hail!
I honor and welcome thee.
The Youth — The Gods are happy. They turn on all sides
Their shining eyes, And see below them The earth and men.
They see Tiresias Sitting, staff in hand, On the warm, grassy Asopus bank,
His robe drawn over His old, sightless head, Revolving inly
The doom of Thebes.
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They see the Centaurs
In the upper glens
Of Pelion, in the streams,
Where red-berried ashes fringe The clear-brown shallow pools, With streaming flanks, and heads Reared proudly, snuffing
The mountain wind.
They see the Indian
Drifting, knife in hand,
His frail boat moored to
A floating isle thick-matted
With large-leaved, low-creeping melon plants, And the dark cucumber.
He reaps, and stows them,
Drifting —drifting ; —round him,
Round his green harvest plot,
Flow the cool lake waves,
The mountains ring them.
They see the Scythian
On the wide stepp, unharnessing
His wheeled house at noon.
He tethers his beast down, and makes his meal — Mares' milk, and bread
Baked on the embers ; — all around
The boundless, waving grass plains stretch, thick-starred With saffron and the yellow hollyhock
And flag-leaved iris flowers.
Sitting in his cart
He makes his meal ; before him, for long miles,
Alive with bright green lizards,
And the springing bustard fowl,
The track, a straight black line,
Furrows the rich soil ; here and there
Clusters of lonely mounds
Topped with rough-hewn,
Gray, rain-bleared statues, overpeer
The sunny waste.
They see the ferry
On the broad, clay-laden —
Lone Chorasmian stream ;
With snort and strain,
Two horses, strongly swimming, tow
thereon,
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The ferryboat, with woven ropes
To either bow
Firm-harnessed by the mane ; a chief, With shout and shaken spear,
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Stands at the prow, and guides them ; but astern The cowering merchants in long robes
Sit pale beside their wealth
Of silk bales and of balsam drops,
Of gold and ivory,
Of turquoise earth and amethyst,
Jasper and chalcedony,
And milk-barred onyx stones. The loaded boat swings groaning In the yellow eddies ;
The Gods behold them.
They see the Heroes
Sitting in the dark ship
On the foamless, long-heaving, Violet sea,
At sunset nearing
The Happy Islands.
These things, Ulysses, The wise bards also Behold and sing.
But oh, what labor ! O prince, what pain !
They too can see
Tiresias ; — but the Gods, Who give them vision, Added this law :
That they should bear too His groping blindness, His dark foreboding,
His scorned white hairs ; Bear Hera's anger Through a life lengthened To seven ages.
They see the Centaurs
On Pelion ; — then they feel,
They too, the maddening wine
Swell their large veins to bursting ; in wild pain They feel the biting spears
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Of the grim Lapithae, and Theseus, drive, Drive crashing through their bones ; they feel High on a jutting rock in the red stream Alcmena's dreadful son
Ply his bow ; — such a price
The Gods exact for song :
To become what we sing.
They see the Indian —
On his mountain lake;
Make their skiff reel, and worms
In the unkind spring have gnawn
Their melon harvest to the heart — They see The Scythian ; — but long frosts
Parch them in winter time on the bare stepp, Till they too fade like grass ; they crawl Like shadows forth in spring.
They see the merchants
On the Oxus stream ; — but care
Must visit first them too, and make them pale. Whether, through whirling sand,
A cloud of desert robber horse have burst Upon their caravan ; or greedy kings,
In the walled cities the way passes through, Crushed them with tolls ; or fever airs,
On some great river's marge,
Mown them down, far from home.
They see the Heroes
Near harbor ; — but they share
Their lives, and former violent toil in Thebes, Seven-gated Thebes, or Troy ;
Or where the echoing oars
Of Argo first
Startled the unknown sea.
The old Silenus
Came, lolling in the sunshine, From the dewy forest coverts, This way, at noon.
Sitting by me, while his Fauns Down at the water side Sprinkled and smoothed
His drooping garland,
He told me these things.
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But I, Ulysses,
Sitting on the warm steps, Looking over the valley,
All day long, have seen,
Without pain, without labor, Sometimes a wild-haired Maenad Sometimes a Faun with torches — And sometimes, for a moment, Passing through the dark stems Flowing-robed, the beloved,
The desired, the divine,
Beloved Iacchus.
Ah, cool night wind, tremulous stars! Ah, glimmering water,
Fitful earth murmur,
Dreaming woods !
Ah, golden-haired, strangely smiling Goddess, And thou, proved, much enduring, Wave-tossed Wanderer I
Who can stand still ? —
Ye fade, ye swim, ye waver before me The cup again 1
Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess,
Let the wild, thronging train, The bright procession
Of eddying forms,
Sweep through my soul !
CIRCE'S PALACE.
By NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
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[Nathaniel Hawthorne : American story-writer ; born at Salem, Mass. , July 4, 1804 ; died at Plymouth, N. H. , May 19, 1864. His official positions, in the customhouse at Salem and as United States consul at Liverpool, furnished him with many opportunities for the study of human nature. His literary popularity was of slow growth, but was founded on the eternal verities. His most famous novels are " The Scarlet Letter " (1850), " The House of the Seven Gables" (1851), " The Blithedale Romance " (1852), "The MarbleFaun" (1860), " Septimius Felton," posthumous. He wrote a great number of short stories, inimitable in style and full of weird imagination. "Twice-told Tales," first
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series appeared in 1837 ; "The Snow Image and Other Twice-told Tales," in 1852; " Tanglewood Tales," in 1853. ]
Some of you have heard, no doubt, of the wise King Ulysses, and how he went to the siege of Troy, and how, after the famous city was taken and burned, he spent ten long years in trying to get back again to his own little kingdom of Ithaca. At one time in the course of this weary voyage, he arrived at an island that looked very green and pleasant, but the name of which was un known to him. For, only a little while before he came thither, he had met with a terrible hurricane, or rather a great many hurricanes at once, which drove his fleet of vessels into a strange part of the sea, where neither himself nor any of his mariners had ever sailed. This misfortune was entirely owing to the foolish curiosity of his shipmates, who, while Ulysses lay asleep, had untied some very bulky leathern bags, in which they sup posed a valuable treasure to be concealed. But in each of these stout bags, King . <Eolus, the ruler of the winds, had tied up a tempest, and had given it to Ulysses to keep, in order that he might be sure of a favorable passage homeward to Ithaca ;
and when the strings were loosened, forth rushed the whis tling blasts, like air out of a blown bladder, whitening the sea with foam, and scattering the vessels nobody could tell whither.
Immediately after escaping from this peril, a still greater one had befallen him. Scudding before the hurricane, he reached a place which, as he afterwards found, was called Laestrygonia, where some monstrous giants had eaten up many of his com panions, and had sunk every one of his vessels, except that in which he himself sailed, by flinging great masses of rock at them, from the cliffs along the shore. After going through such troubles as these, you cannot wonder that King Ulysses was glad to moor his tempest-beaten bark in a quiet cove of the green island which I began with telling you about. But he had encountered so many dangers from giants, and one-eyed Cyclopes, and monsters of the sea and land, that he could not help dreading some mischief, even in this pleasant and seem ingly solitary spot. For two days, therefore, the poor weather worn voyagers kept quiet, and either stayed on board of their vessel, or merely crept along under cliffs that bordered the shore ; and to keep themselves alive they dug shellfish out of
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the sand, and sought for any little rill of fresh water that might be running towards the sea.
Before the two days were spent, they grew very weary of this kind of life ; for the followers of King Ulysses, as you will find it important to remember, were terrible gormandizers, and pretty sure to grumble if they missed their regular meals, and their irregular ones besides. Their stock of provisions was quite exhausted, and even the shellfish began to get scarce, so that they had now to choose between starving to death or ven turing into the interior of the island, where, perhaps, some huge three-headed dragon, or other horrible monster, had his den. Such misshapen creatures were very numerous in those days ; and nobody ever expected to make a voyage, or take a journey, without running more or less risk of being devoured by them.
But King Ulysses was a bold man as well as a prudent one ; and on the third morning he determined to discover what sort of a place the island was, and whether it were possible to obtain a supply of food for the hungry mouths of his companions. So, taking a spear in his hand, he clambered to the summit of a cliff, and gazed round about him. At a distance, towards the center of the island, he beheld the stately towers of what seemed to be a palace, built of snow-white marble, and rising in the midst of a grove of lofty trees. The thick branches of these trees stretched across the front of the edifice, and more than half concealed it, although, from the portion which he saw, Ulysses judged it to be spacious and exceedingly beautiful, and probably the residence of some great nobleman or prince. A blue smoke went curling up from the chimney, and was almost the pleasantest part of the spectacle to Ulysses. For, from the abundance of this smoke, it was reasonable to conclude that there was a good fire in the kitchen, and that, at dinner time, a plentiful banquet would be served up to the inhabitants of the palace, and to whatever guests might happen to drop in.
With so agreeable a prospect before him, Ulysses fancied that he could not do better than to go straight to the palace gate, and tell the master of it that there was a crew of poor shipwrecked mariners, not far off, who had eaten nothing for a day or two save a few clams and oysters, and would therefore be thankful for a little food. And the prince or nobleman must be a very stingy curmudgeon, to be sure, at least, when
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his own dinner was over, he would not bid them welcome to the broken victuals from the table.
Pleasing himself with this idea, King Ulysses had made a few steps in the direction of the palace, when there was a great twittering and chirping from the branch of a neighboring tree. A moment afterwards, a bird came flying towards him, and hovered in the air, so as almost to brush his face with its wings. It was a very pretty little bird, with purple wings and body, and yellow legs, aDd a circle of golden feathers round its neck, and on its head a golden tuft, which looked like a king's crown in miniature. Ulysses tried to catch the bird. But it fluttered nimbly out of his reach, still chirping in a piteous tone, as if it could have told a lamentable story, had it only been gifted with human language. And when he attempted to drive it away, the bird flew no farther than the bough of the next tree, and again came fluttering about his head, with its doleful chirp, as soon as he showed a purpose of going forward. "
"Have you anything to tell me, little bird? asked Ulysses.
And he was ready to listen attentively to whatever the bird might communicate ; for at the siege of Troy, and elsewhere, he had known such odd things to happen, that he would not have considered it much out of the common run had this little feathered creature talked as plainly as himself.
" Peep ! " said the bird, " peep, peep, pe—weep ! " And nothing else would it say, but only, " Peep, peep, pe—weep ! " in a melancholy cadence, and over and over and over again. As often as Ulysses moved forward, however, the bird showed the greatest alarm, and did its best to drive him back, with the anxious flutter of its purple wings. Its unaccountable behavior made him conclude, at last, that the bird knew of some danger that awaited him, and which must needs be very terrible, be yond all question, since it moved even a little fowl to feel com passion for a human being. So he resolved, for the present, to return to the vessel, and tell his companions what he had seen.
This appeared to satisfy the bird. As soon as Ulysses turned back, it ran up the trunk of a tree, and began to pick insects out of the bark with its long, sharp bill ; for it was a kind of woodpecker, you must know, and had to get its living in the same manner as other birds of that species. But every little while, as it pecked at the bark of the tree, the purple bird bethought itself of some secret sorrow, and repeated its plain tive note of " Peep, peep, pe — weep ! "
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On his way to the shore, Ulysses had the good luck to kill a large stag by thrusting his spear into its back. Taking it on his shoulders (for he was a remarkably strong man), he lugged it along with him, and flung it down before his hungry com panions. I have already hinted to you what gormandizers some of the comrades of King Ulysses were. From what is related of them, I reckon that their favorite diet was pork, and that they had lived upon it until a good part of their physical substance was swine's flesh, and their tempers and dispositions were very much akin to the hog. A dish of venison, however, was no unacceptable meal to them, especially after feeding so long on oysters and clams. So, beholding the dead stag, they felt of its ribs in a knowing way, and lost no time in kindling a fire, of driftwood, to cook it. The rest of the day was spent in feasting; and if these enormous eaters got up from table at sunset, it was only because they could not scrape another morsel off the poor animal's bones.
The next morning their appetites were as sharp as ever. They looked at Ulysses, as if they expected him to clamber up the cliff again and come back with another fat deer upon his shoulders. Instead of setting out, however, he summoned the whole crew together, and told them it was in vain to hope that he could kill a stag every day for their dinner, and therefore it was advisable to think of some other mode of satisfying their hunger.
"Now," said he, "when I was on the cliff yesterday, I dis covered that this island is inhabited. At a considerable dis tance from the shore stood a marble palace, which appeared to be very spacious, and had a great deal of smoke curling out of one of its chimneys. "
" Aha ! " muttered some of his companions, smacking their hps. "That smoke must have come from the kitchen fire. There was a good dinner on the spit ; and no doubt there will be as good a one to-day. "
" But," continued the wise Ulysses, " you must remember, my good friends, our misadventure in the cavern of one-eyed Polyphemus, the Cyclops ! Instead of his ordinary milk diet, did he not eat up two of our comrades for his supper, and a couple more for breakfast, and two at his supper again ? Me- thinks I see him yet, the hideous monster, scanning us with that great red eye, in the middle of his forehead, to single out the fattest. And then again only a few days ago, did we not
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fall into the hands of the king of the Laestrygons, and those other horrible giants, his subjects, who devoured a great many more of us than are now left? To tell you the truth, if we go to yonder palace, there can be no question that we shall make our appearance at the dinner table ; but whether seated as guests, or served up as food, is a point to be seriously considered. "
" Either way," murmured some of the hungriest of the crew, "it will be better than starvation; particularly if one could be sure of being well fattened beforehand, and daintily cooked afterwards. "
" That is a matter of taste," said King Ulysses, " and, for my own part, neither the most careful fattening nor the daintiest of cookery would reconcile me to being dished at last. My proposal is, therefore, that we divide ourselves into two equal parties, and ascertain, by drawing lots, which of the two shall go to the palace, and beg for food and assistance. If these can be obtained, all is well. If not, and if the inhabitants prove as inhospitable as Polyphemus, or the Laestrygons, then there will but half of us perish, and the remainder may set sail and escape. "
As nobody objected to this scheme, Ulysses proceeded to count the whole band, and found that there were forty-six men including himself. He then numbered off twenty-two of them, and put Eurylochus (who was one of his chief officers, and second only to himself in sagacity) at their head. Ulysses took command of the remaining twenty-two men, in person. Then, taking off his helmet, he put two shells into it, on one of which was written, "Go," and on the other, "Stay. " Another person now held the helmet, while Ulysses and Eurylochus drew out each a shell ; and the word " Go " was found written on that which Eurylochus had drawn. In this manner, it was decided that Ulysses and his twenty-two men were to remain at the seaside until the other party should have found out what sort of treatment they might expect at the mysterious palace. As there was no help for it, Eurylochus immediately set forth at the head of his twenty-two followers, who went off in a very melancholy state of mind, leaving their friends in hardly better spirits than themselves.
No sooner had they clambered up the cliff, than they dis cerned the tall marble towers of the palace, ascending, as white as snow, out of the lovely green shadow of the trees which sur rounded it. A gush of smoke came from a chimney in the rear
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of the edifice. This vapor rose high in the air, and, meeting with a breeze, was wafted seaward, and made to pass over the heads of the hungry mariners. When people's appetites are keen, they have a very quick scent for anything savory in the wind. "
" That smoke comes from the kitchen !
cried one of them, turning up his nose as high as he could, and snuffing eagerly.
"And, as sure as I'm a half-starved vagabond, I smell roast
meat in it. " " " Pig, roast pig !
said another. " Ah, the dainty little porker ! My mouth waters for him. "
" Let us make haste," " cried the others, " or we shall be too late for the good cheer !
But scarcely had they made half a dozen steps from the edge of the cliff, when a bird came fluttering to meet them. It was the same pretty little bird, with the purple wings and body, the yellow legs, the golden collar round its neck, and the crownlike tuft upon its head, whose behavior had so much surprised Ulysses. It hovered about Eurylochus, and almost brushed his face with its wings.
" Peep, peep, pe—weep ! " chirped the bird.
So plaintively intelligent was the sound, that it seemed as if the little creature were going to break its heart with some mighty secret that it had to tell, and only this one poor note to tell it with.
" My pretty bird," said Eurylochus, — for he was a wary per son, and let no token of harm escape his notice, — " my pretty bird, who sent you hither? And what is the message which you bring ? "
" Peep, peep, pe—weep ! " replied the bird, very sorrow fully.
Then it flew towards the edge of the cliff, and looked round at them, as if exceedingly anxious that they should return whence they came. Eurylochus and a few of the others were inclined to turn back. They could not help suspecting that the purple bird must be aware of something mischievous that would befall them at the palace, and the knowledge of which affected its airy spirit with a human sympathy and sorrow. But the rest of the voyagers, snuffing up the smoke from the palace kitchen, ridiculed the idea of returning to the vessel. One of them (more brutal than his fellows, and the most noto rious gormandizer in the whole crew) said such a cruel and
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wicked thing, that I wonder the mere thought did not turn him into a wild beast in shape, as he already was in his nature.
" "This troublesome and impertinent little fowl," said he,
would make a delicate tidbit to begin dinner with. Just one plump morsel, melting away between the teeth. If he comes within my reach, I'll catch him, and give him to the palace cook to be roasted on a skewer. "
The words were hardly out of his mouth, before the purple bird flew away, crying "Peep, peep, pe—weep," more dolor ously than ever.
"That bird," remarked Eurylochus, "knows more than we do about what awaits us at the palace. "
" Come on, then," cried his comrades, " and we'll soon know as much as he does. "
The party, accordingly, went onward through the green and pleasant wood. Every little while they caught new glimpses of the marble palace, which looked more and more beautiful the nearer they approached it. They soon entered a broad path way, which seemed to be very neatly kept, and which went winding along with streaks of sunshine falling across it, and specks of light quivering among the deepest shadows that fell from the lofty trees. It was bordered, too, with a great many sweet-smelling flowers, such as the mariners had never seen before. So rich and beautiful they were, that, if the shrubs grew wild here, and were native in the soil, then this island was surely the flower garden of the whole earth ; or, if trans planted from some other clime, it must have been from the Happy Islands that lay towards the golden sunset.
" There has been a great deal of pains foolishly wasted on these flowers," observed one of the company ; and I tell you what he said, that you may keep in mind what gormandizers they were. " For my part, if I were the owner of the palace, I would bid my gardener cultivate nothing but savory pot herbs to make a stuffing for roast meat, or to flavor a stew with. "
" Well said ! " cried the others. " But I'll warrant you there's a kitchen garden in the rear of the palace. "
At one place they came to a crystal spring, and paused to drink at it for want of liquor which they liked better. Look ing into its bosom, they beheld their own faces dimly reflected, but so extravagantly distorted by the gush and motion of the water, that each one of them appeared to be laughing at himself and all his companions. So ridiculous were these images of
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themselves, indeed, that they did really laugh aloud, and could hardly be grave again as soon as they wished. And after they had drunk, they grew still merrier than before.
" It has a twang of the wine cask in it," said one, smacking
his lips. " " Make haste !
cried his fellows ; " we'll find the wine cask itself at the palace ; and that will be better than a hundred
crystal fountains. "
Then they quickened their pace, and capered for joy at the
thought of the savory banquet at which they hoped to be guests. But Eurylochus told them that he felt as if he were walking in a dream.
" If I am really awake," continued he, " then, in my opinion, we are on the point of meeting with some stranger adventure than any that befell us in the cave of Polyphemus, or among the gigantic man-eating Laestrygons, or in the windy palace of King jEoIus, which stands on a brazen-walled island. This kind of dreamy feeling always comes over me before any wonderful occurrence. If you take my advice, you will turn back. "
"No, no," answered his comrades, snuffing the air, in which the scent from the palace kitchen was now very perceptible. " We would not turn back, though we were certain that the king of the Laestrygons, as big as a mountain, would sit at the head of the table, and huge Polyphemus, the one-eyed Cyclops, at its foot. "
At length they came within full sight of the palace, which proved to be very large and lofty, with a great number of airy pinnacles upon its roof. Though it was now midday, and the sun shone brightly over the marble front, yet its snowy white ness, and its fantastic style of architecture, made it look unreal, like the frostwork on a window pane, or like the shapes of cas tles which one sees among the clouds by moonlight. But, just then, a puff of wind brought down the smoke of the kitchen chimney among them, and caused each man to smell the odor of the dish that he liked best ; and, after scenting it, they thought everything else moonshine, and nothing real save this palace, and save the banquet that was evidently ready to be served up in it.
So they hastened their steps towards the portal, but had not got halfway across the wide lawn, when a pack of lions, tigers, and wolves came bounding to meet them. The terrified mariners
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started back, expecting no better fate than to be torn to pieces and devoured. To their surprise and joy, however, these wild beasts merely capered around them, wagging their tails, offering their heads to be stroked and patted, and behaving just like so many well-bred house dogs, when they wish to express their de light at meeting their master, or their master's friends. The biggest lion licked the feet of Eurylochus; and every other lion, and every wolf and tiger, singled out one of his two and twenty followers, whom the beast fondled as if he loved him better than a beef bone.
But, for all that, Eurylochus imagined that he saw something fierce and savage in their eyes; nor would he have been surprised, at any moment, to feel the big lion's terrible claws, or to see each of the tigers make a deadly spring, or each wolf leap at the throat of the man whom he had fondled. Their mildness seemed unreal, and a mere freak ; but their savage nature was as true as their teeth and claws.
Nevertheless, the men went safely across the lawn, with the wild beasts frisking about them and doing no manner of harm ; although, as they mounted the steps of the palace, you might possibly have heard a low growl, particularly from the wolves ; as if they thought it a pity, after all, to let the strangers pass without so much as tasting what they were made of.
Eurylochus and his followers now passed under a lofty portal, and looked through the open doorway into the interior of the palace. The first thing that they saw was a spacious hall, and a fountain in the middle of it, gushing up towards the ceiling out of a marble basin, and falling back into it with a continual plash. The water of this fountain, as it spouted upward, was constantly taking new shapes, not very distinctly, but plainly enough for a nimble fancy to recognize what they were. Now it was the shape of a man in a long robe, the fleecy whiteness of which was made out of the fountain's spray ; now it was a lion, or a tiger, or a wolf, or an ass, or, as often as anything else, a hog, wallowing in the marble basin as if it were his sty. It was either magic or some very curious machinery that caused the gushing waterspout to assume all these forms. But, before the strangers had time to look closely at this wonderful sight, their attention was drawn off by a very sweet and agreeable sound. A woman's voice was singing melodiously in another room of the palace, and with her voice was mingled the noise of a loom, at which she was probably seated, weaving a ricb
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texture of cloth, and intertwining the high and low sweetness of her voice into a rich tissue of harmony.
By and by, the song came to an end ; and then, all at once, there were several feminine voices, talking airily and cheer fully, with now and then a merry burst of laughter, such as you may always hear when three or four young women sit at work together. "
exclaimed one of the
voyagers.
" Too sweet, indeed," answered Eurylochus, shaking his
" What a sweet song that was !
head. "Yet it was not so sweet as the song of the Sirens, those birdlike damsels who wanted to tempt us on the rocks, so that our vessel might be wrecked, and our bones left whiten ing along the shore. "
" But just listen to the pleasant voices of those maidens, and that buzz of the loom, as the shuttle passes to and fro," said another comrade. "What a domestic, household, homelike sound it is ! Ah, before that weary siege of Troy, I used to hear the buzzing loom and the women's voices under my own roof. Shall I never hear them again ? nor taste those nice little savory dishes which my dearest wife knew how to serve up ? "
" Tush ! we shall fare better here," said another. " But how innocently those women are babbling together, without guessing that we overhear them ! And mark that richest voice of all, so pleasant and familiar, but which yet seems to have the author ity of a mistress among them. Let us show ourselves at once. What harm can the lady of the" palace and her maidens do to mariners and warriors like us ?
" Remember," said Eurylochus, " that it was a young maiden who beguiled three of our friends into the palace of the king of the Laestrygons, who ate up one of them in the twinkling of an eye. "
No warning or persuasion, however, had any effect on his companions. They went up to a pair of folding doors at the farther end of the hall, and, throwing them wide open, passed into the next room. Eurylochus, meanwhile, had stepped behind a pillar. In the short moment while the folding doors opened and closed again, he caught a glimpse of a very beautiful woman rising from the loom, and coming to meet the poor weather- beaten wanderers, with a hospitable smile, and her hand stretched out in welcome. There were four other young women, who joined their hands and danced merrily forward, making gestures of
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obeisance to the strangers. They were only less beautiful than the lady who seemed to be their mistress. Yet Eurylochus fancied that one of them had sea-green hair, and that the close- fitting bodice of a second looked like the bark of a tree, and that both the others had something odd in their aspect, although he could not quite determine what it was, in the little while that he had to examine them.
The folding doors swung quickly back, and left him stand ing behind the pillar, in the solitude of the outer hall. There Eurylochus waited until he was quite weary, and listened eagerly to every sound, but without hearing anything that could help him to guess what had become of his friends. Footsteps, it is true, seemed to be passing and repassing in other parts of the palace. Then there was a clatter of silver dishes, or golden ones, which made him imagine a rich feast in a splendid ban queting hall. But by and by he heard a tremendous grunting and squealing, and then a sudden scampering, like that of small, hard hoofs over a marble floor, while the voices of the mistress and her four handmaidens were screaming all together, in tones of anger and derision. Eurylochus could not conceive what had happened, unless a drove of swine had broken into the palace, attracted by the smell of the feast. Chancing to cast his eyes at the fountain, he saw that it did not shift its shape, as for merly, nor looked either like a long-robed man, or a lion, a tiger, a wolf, or an ass. It looked like nothing but a hog, which lay wallowing in the marble basin, and filled it from brim to brim.
But we must leave the prudent Eurylochus waiting in the outer hall, and follow his friends into the inner secrecy of the palace. As soon as the beautiful woman saw them, she arose
I have told you, and came forward, smiling, and stretching out her hand. She took the hand of the fore most among them, and bade him and the whole party welcome.
from the loom, as
" You have been long expected, my good friends," said she. " I and my maidens are well acquainted with you, although you do not appear to recognize us. Look at this piece of tapestry, and judge if your faces must not have been familiar to us. "
So the voyagers examined the web of cloth which the beauti ful woman had been weaving in her loom ; and, to their vast astonishment, they saw their own figures perfectly represented in different colored threads. It was a lifelike picture of their recent adventures, showing them in the cave of Polyphemus, and how they had put out his one great moony eye ; while in
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another part of the tapestry they were untying the leathern bags, puffed out with contrary winds ; and farther on, they beheld themselves scampering away from the gigantic king of the Laestrygons, who had caught one of them by the leg. Lastly, there they were, sitting on the desolate shore of this very island, hungry and downcast, and looking ruefully at the bare bones of the stag which they devoured yesterday. This was as far as the work had yet proceeded ; but when the beauti ful woman should again sit down at her loom, she would proba bly make a picture of what had since happened to the strangers, and of what was now going to happen.
" You see," she said, " that I know all about your troubles ; and you cannot doubt that I desire to make you happy for as long a time as you may remain with me. For this purpose, my honored guests, I have ordered a banquet to be prepared. Fish, fowl, and flesh, roasted, and in luscious stews, and sea soned, I trust, to all your tastes, are ready to be served up. If your appetites tell you it is dinner time, then come with me to the festal saloon. "
At this kind invitation, the hungry mariners were quite over joyed ; and one of them, taking upon himself to be spokesman, assured their hospitable hostess that any hour of the day was dinner time with them, whenever they could get flesh to put in the pot, and fire to boil it with. So the beautiful woman led the way ; and the four maidens (one of them had sea-green hair, another a bodice of oak bark, a third sprinkled a shower of water drops from her fingers' ends, and the fourth had some other oddity, which I have forgotten), all these followed behind, and hurried the guests along, until they entered a magnificent saloon. It was built in a perfect oval, and lighted from a crys tal dome above. Around the walls were ranged two and twenty thrones, overhung by canopies of crimson and gold, and pro vided with the softest of cushions, which were tasseled and fringed with gold cord. Each of the strangers was invited to sit down; and there they were, two and twenty storm-beaten mariners, in worn and tattered garb, sitting on two and twenty cushioned and canopied thrones, so rich and gorgeous that the proudest monarch had nothing more splendid in his stateliest hall.
Then you might have seen the guests nodding, winking with one eye, and leaning from one throne to another, to communi cate their satisfaction in hoarse whispers.
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" Our good hostess has made kings of us all," said one. " Ha ! do you smell the feast? I'll engage it will be fit to set before two and twenty kings. "
" I hope," said another, " it will be, mainly, good substantial joints, sirloins, spareribs, and hinder quarters, without two many kickshaws. If I thought the good lady would not take it amiss, I should call for a fat slice of fried bacon to begin with. "
Ah, the gluttons and gormandizers ! You see how it was with them. In the loftiest seats of dignity, on royal thrones, they could think of nothing but their greedy appetite, which was the portion of their nature that they shared with wolves and swine ; so that they resembled those vilest of animals far more than they did kings, — indeed, kings were what they ought to be.
But the beautiful woman now clapped her hands and im mediately there entered train of two and twenty serving men, bringing dishes of the richest food, all hot from the kitchen fire, and sending up such steam that hung like cloud below the crystal dome of the saloon. An equal number of attendants brought great flagons of wine, of various kinds, some of which sparkled as was poured out, and went bub bling down the throat while, of other sorts, the purple liquor was so clear that you could see the wrought figures at the bot tom of the goblet. While the servants supplied the two and twenty guests with food and drink, the hostess and her four maidens went from one throne to another, exhorting them to eat their fill, and to quaff wine abundantly, and thus to recom pense themselves, at this one banquet, for the many days when they had gone without dinner. But, whenever the mariners were not looking at them (which was pretty often, as they looked chiefly into the basins and platters), the beautiful woman and her damsels turned aside and laughed. Even the servants, as they knelt down to present the dishes, might be seen to grin and sneer, while the guests were helping them selves to the offered dainties.
an odd kind of spice in this dish," said one. " quite suits my palate. Down goes, however. "
And, once in while, the strangers seemed to taste some thing that they did not like.
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sort of cookery relish well. Though I must needs say, the wine has a queer taste too. But the more I drink of it, the better I like the flavor. "
Whatever little fault they might find with the dishes, they sat at dinner a prodigiously long while ; and it would really have made you ashamed to see how they swilled down the liquor and gobbled up the food. They sat on golden thrones, to be sure ; but they behaved like pigs in a sty ; and, if they had had their wits about them, they might have guessed that this was the opinion of their beautiful hostess and her maidens. It brings a blush into my face to reckon up, in my own mind, what mountains of meat and pudding, and what gallons of wine, these two and twenty guzzlers and gormandizers ate and drank. They forgot all about their homes, and their wives and children, and all about Ulysses, and everything else, ex cept this banquet, at which they wanted to keep feasting for ever. But at length they began to give over, from mere incapacity to hold any more.
" That last bit of fat is too much for me," said one.
"And I have not room for another morsel," said his next neighbor, heaving a sigh. " What a pity ! My appetite is as sharp as ever. "
In short, they all left off eating, and leaned back on their thrones, with such a stupid and helpless aspect as made them ridiculous to behold. When their hostess saw this, she laughed aloud; so did her four damsels ; so did the two and twenty serving men that bore the dishes, and their two and twenty fellows that poured out the wine. And the louder they all laughed, the more stupid and helpless did the two and twenty gormandizers look. Then the beautiful woman took her stand in the middle of the saloon, and stretching out a slender rod (it had been all the while in her hand, although they never noticed it till this moment), she turned it from one guest to another, until each had felt it pointed at himself. Beautiful as her face was, and though there was a smile on it, it looked just as wicked and mischievous as the ugliest serpent that ever was seen ; and fat-witted as the voyagers had made themselves, they began to suspect that they had fallen into the power of an evil-minded enchantress.
"Wretches," cried she, "you have abused a lady's hospi tality ; and in this princely saloon your behavior has been suited to a hogpen. You are already swine in everything but
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the human form, which you disgrace, and which I myself should be ashamed to keep a moment longer, were you to share it with me.
That curst magician's name fell icy numb Upon my wild conjecturing : truth had come Naked and saberlike against my heart.
I saw a fury whetting a death dart ;
And my slain spirit, overwrought with fright, Fainted away in that dark lair of night.
Think, my deliverer, how desolate
My waking must have been I disgust, and hate, And terrors manifold divided me
A spoil amongst them. I prepared to flee
Into the dungeon core of that wild wood :
I fled three days — when lo ! before me stood Glaring the angry witch. O Dis, even now,
A clammy dew is bending on my brow,
At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse. "Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse Made of rose leaves and thistledown, express, To cradle thee, my sweet, and lull thee : yes,
I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch :
My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutch.
So, fairy thing, it shall have lullabies
Unheard of yet ; and it shall still its cries Upon some breast more lily feminine.
Oh, no — it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
too high:
GLAUCUS AND CIRCE.
More than one pretty, trifling thousand years ; And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears Cut short its immortality. Sea flirt !
Young dove of the waters ! truly I'll not hurt One hair of thine : see how I weep and sigh, That our heart-broken parting is so nigh.
And must we part ? Ah, yes, it must be so.
Yet, ere thou leavest me in utter woe,
Let me sob over thee my last adieus,
. And speak a blessing. Mark me ! Thou hast thews Immortal, for thou art of heavenly race ;
But such a love is mine, that here I chase Eternally away from thee all bloom
Of youth, and destine thee towards a tomb. Hence shalt thou quickly to the watery vast ; And there, ere many days be overpast, Disabled age shall seize thee ; and even then Thou shalt not go the way of aged men ;
But live and wither, cripple and still breathe Ten hundred years ; which gone, I then bequeath Thy fragile bones to unknown burial.
Adieu, sweet love, adieu ! "
As shot stars fall, She fled ere I could groan for mercy. Stung
And poisoned was my spirit : despair sung
A war song of defiance 'gainst all hell.
A hand was at my shoulder to compel
My sullen steps ; another 'fore my eyes Moved on with pointed finger. In this guise Enforced, at the last by ocean's foam
I found me ; by my fresh, my native home. Its tempering coolness, to my life akin,
Came salutary as I waded in ;
And, with a blind, voluptuous rage,
Battle to the swollen billow ridge, and drave
Large froth before me, while there yet remained Hale strength, nor from my bones all marrow drained.
Young lover, I must weep — such hellish spite With dry cheek who can tell ? While thus my might Proving upon this element, dismayed,
Upon a dead thing's face my hand I laid ;
I looked — 'twas Scylla! Cursed, cursed Circe!
O vulture witch, hast never heard of mercy ?
I
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Could not thy harshest vengeance be content, But thou must nip this tender innocent Because I loved her ? — Cold, O cold indeed Were her fair limbs, and like a common weed The sea swell took her hair. Dead as she was I clung about her waist, nor ceased to pass Fleet as an arrow through unfathomed brine, Until there shone a fabric crystalline,
Ribbed and inlaid with coral, pebble, and pearl. Headlong I darted ; at one eager swirl
Gained its bright portal, entered, and behold I 'Twas vast, and desolate, and icy cold ;
And all around — But wherefore this to thee,
Who, in few minutes more, thyself shalt see ? —
I left poor Scylla in a niche and fled.
My fevered parchings up, my scathing dread
Met palsy halfway; soon these limbs became Gaunt, withered, sapless, feeble, cramped, and lame.
THE STRAYED REVELER.
By MATTHEW ARNOLD.
[For biographical sketch, see Principles of Homeric Translation. ]
Scene : The Portico of Circe's Palace. Evening. Present : A Youth,
Ciece.
The Youth — Faster, faster,
O Circe, Goddess,
Let the wild, thronging train, The bright procession
Of eddying forms,
Sweep through my soul !
Thou standest, smiling
Down on me ! thy right arm,
Leaned up against the column there, Props thy soft cheek ;
Thy left holds, hanging loosely,
The deep cup, ivy-cinctured,
1 held but now.
Circe —
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Is it then evening
So soon ? I see, the night dews, Clustered in thick beads, dim The agate brooch stones
On thy white shoulder;
The cool night wind, too,
Blows through the portico,
Stirs thy hair, Goddess,
Waves thy white robe !
Whence art thou, sleeper ?
The Youth — When the white dawn first Through the rough fir planks Of my hut, by the chestnuts,
Circe —
Thy palace, Goddess, Smokeless, empty !
Trembling, I entered; beheld The court all silent,
The lions sleeping,
On the altar this bowl.
I drank, Goddess !
And sank down here, sleeping, On the steps of thy portico.
Foolish boy ! Why tremblest thou ? Thou lovest then, my wine
Wouldst more of See, how glows,
Up at the valley head,
Came breaking, Goddess !
I sprang up, I threw round me
My dappled fawn skin ;
Passing out, from the wet turf,
Where they lay, by the hut door,
I snatched up my vine crown, my fir staff, All drenched in dew —
Came swift down to join
The rout early gathered
In the town, round the temple,
Iacchus' white fane
On yonder hill.
Quick I passed, following The woodcutters' cart track
I saw On my left, through the beeches,
Down the dark valley ; —
it ?
it,
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Through the delicate, flushed marble, The red, creaming liquor,
Strown with dark seeds !
Drink, then !
I chide thee not, Deny thee not my bowl.
Come, stretch forth thy hand, then Drink — drink again !
The Youth — Thanks, gracious one ! — Ah, the sweet fumes again !
—
so!
Circe —
Ulysses —
More soft, ah me,
More subtle-winding Than Pan's flute music ! Faint — faint ! Ah me, Again the sweet sleep !
Hist! Thou — within there! Come forth, Ulysses !
Art tired with hunting ? While we range the woodland, See what the day brings.
Circe —
Ever new magic !
Hast thou then lured hither,
Wonderful Goddess, by thy art,
The young, languid-eyed Ampelus,
Iacchus' darling —
Or some youth beloved of Pan,
Of Pan and the Nymphs ?
That he sits, bending downward
His white, delicate neck
To the ivy-wreathed marge
Of thy cup ; the bright, glancing vine leaves That crown his hair,
Falling forward, mingling —
With the dark ivy plants
His fawn skin, half untied,
Smeared with red wine stains ?
That he sits, overweighed
By fumes of wine and sleep,
So late, in thy portico ?
What youth, Goddess, — what guest
Of Gods or mortals ?
Hist ! he wakes !
I lured him not hither, Ulysses. Nay, ask him !
Who is he,
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The Youth — Who speaks ! Ah, who comes forth To thy side, Goddess, from within ?
Ulysses —
How shall I name him ? This spare, dark-featured,
Quick-eyed stranger ?
Ah, and I see too
His sailor's bonnet,
His short coat, travel-tarnished, With one arm bare ! —
Art thou not he, whom fame
This long time rumors
The favored guest of Circe, brought by the waves ? Art thou he, stranger ?
The wise Ulysses,
Laertes' son ?
I am Ulysses.
And thou, too, sleeper ?
Thy voice is sweet.
It may be thou hast followed
Through the islands some divine bard, By age taught many things,
Age and the Muses ;
And heard him delighting
The chiefs and people
In the banquet, and learned his songs, Of Gods and Heroes,
Of war and arts,
And peopled cities,
Inland, or built
By the gray sea — If so, then hail!
I honor and welcome thee.
The Youth — The Gods are happy. They turn on all sides
Their shining eyes, And see below them The earth and men.
They see Tiresias Sitting, staff in hand, On the warm, grassy Asopus bank,
His robe drawn over His old, sightless head, Revolving inly
The doom of Thebes.
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They see the Centaurs
In the upper glens
Of Pelion, in the streams,
Where red-berried ashes fringe The clear-brown shallow pools, With streaming flanks, and heads Reared proudly, snuffing
The mountain wind.
They see the Indian
Drifting, knife in hand,
His frail boat moored to
A floating isle thick-matted
With large-leaved, low-creeping melon plants, And the dark cucumber.
He reaps, and stows them,
Drifting —drifting ; —round him,
Round his green harvest plot,
Flow the cool lake waves,
The mountains ring them.
They see the Scythian
On the wide stepp, unharnessing
His wheeled house at noon.
He tethers his beast down, and makes his meal — Mares' milk, and bread
Baked on the embers ; — all around
The boundless, waving grass plains stretch, thick-starred With saffron and the yellow hollyhock
And flag-leaved iris flowers.
Sitting in his cart
He makes his meal ; before him, for long miles,
Alive with bright green lizards,
And the springing bustard fowl,
The track, a straight black line,
Furrows the rich soil ; here and there
Clusters of lonely mounds
Topped with rough-hewn,
Gray, rain-bleared statues, overpeer
The sunny waste.
They see the ferry
On the broad, clay-laden —
Lone Chorasmian stream ;
With snort and strain,
Two horses, strongly swimming, tow
thereon,
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The ferryboat, with woven ropes
To either bow
Firm-harnessed by the mane ; a chief, With shout and shaken spear,
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Stands at the prow, and guides them ; but astern The cowering merchants in long robes
Sit pale beside their wealth
Of silk bales and of balsam drops,
Of gold and ivory,
Of turquoise earth and amethyst,
Jasper and chalcedony,
And milk-barred onyx stones. The loaded boat swings groaning In the yellow eddies ;
The Gods behold them.
They see the Heroes
Sitting in the dark ship
On the foamless, long-heaving, Violet sea,
At sunset nearing
The Happy Islands.
These things, Ulysses, The wise bards also Behold and sing.
But oh, what labor ! O prince, what pain !
They too can see
Tiresias ; — but the Gods, Who give them vision, Added this law :
That they should bear too His groping blindness, His dark foreboding,
His scorned white hairs ; Bear Hera's anger Through a life lengthened To seven ages.
They see the Centaurs
On Pelion ; — then they feel,
They too, the maddening wine
Swell their large veins to bursting ; in wild pain They feel the biting spears
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Of the grim Lapithae, and Theseus, drive, Drive crashing through their bones ; they feel High on a jutting rock in the red stream Alcmena's dreadful son
Ply his bow ; — such a price
The Gods exact for song :
To become what we sing.
They see the Indian —
On his mountain lake;
Make their skiff reel, and worms
In the unkind spring have gnawn
Their melon harvest to the heart — They see The Scythian ; — but long frosts
Parch them in winter time on the bare stepp, Till they too fade like grass ; they crawl Like shadows forth in spring.
They see the merchants
On the Oxus stream ; — but care
Must visit first them too, and make them pale. Whether, through whirling sand,
A cloud of desert robber horse have burst Upon their caravan ; or greedy kings,
In the walled cities the way passes through, Crushed them with tolls ; or fever airs,
On some great river's marge,
Mown them down, far from home.
They see the Heroes
Near harbor ; — but they share
Their lives, and former violent toil in Thebes, Seven-gated Thebes, or Troy ;
Or where the echoing oars
Of Argo first
Startled the unknown sea.
The old Silenus
Came, lolling in the sunshine, From the dewy forest coverts, This way, at noon.
Sitting by me, while his Fauns Down at the water side Sprinkled and smoothed
His drooping garland,
He told me these things.
but squalls
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But I, Ulysses,
Sitting on the warm steps, Looking over the valley,
All day long, have seen,
Without pain, without labor, Sometimes a wild-haired Maenad Sometimes a Faun with torches — And sometimes, for a moment, Passing through the dark stems Flowing-robed, the beloved,
The desired, the divine,
Beloved Iacchus.
Ah, cool night wind, tremulous stars! Ah, glimmering water,
Fitful earth murmur,
Dreaming woods !
Ah, golden-haired, strangely smiling Goddess, And thou, proved, much enduring, Wave-tossed Wanderer I
Who can stand still ? —
Ye fade, ye swim, ye waver before me The cup again 1
Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess,
Let the wild, thronging train, The bright procession
Of eddying forms,
Sweep through my soul !
CIRCE'S PALACE.
By NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
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[Nathaniel Hawthorne : American story-writer ; born at Salem, Mass. , July 4, 1804 ; died at Plymouth, N. H. , May 19, 1864. His official positions, in the customhouse at Salem and as United States consul at Liverpool, furnished him with many opportunities for the study of human nature. His literary popularity was of slow growth, but was founded on the eternal verities. His most famous novels are " The Scarlet Letter " (1850), " The House of the Seven Gables" (1851), " The Blithedale Romance " (1852), "The MarbleFaun" (1860), " Septimius Felton," posthumous. He wrote a great number of short stories, inimitable in style and full of weird imagination. "Twice-told Tales," first
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series appeared in 1837 ; "The Snow Image and Other Twice-told Tales," in 1852; " Tanglewood Tales," in 1853. ]
Some of you have heard, no doubt, of the wise King Ulysses, and how he went to the siege of Troy, and how, after the famous city was taken and burned, he spent ten long years in trying to get back again to his own little kingdom of Ithaca. At one time in the course of this weary voyage, he arrived at an island that looked very green and pleasant, but the name of which was un known to him. For, only a little while before he came thither, he had met with a terrible hurricane, or rather a great many hurricanes at once, which drove his fleet of vessels into a strange part of the sea, where neither himself nor any of his mariners had ever sailed. This misfortune was entirely owing to the foolish curiosity of his shipmates, who, while Ulysses lay asleep, had untied some very bulky leathern bags, in which they sup posed a valuable treasure to be concealed. But in each of these stout bags, King . <Eolus, the ruler of the winds, had tied up a tempest, and had given it to Ulysses to keep, in order that he might be sure of a favorable passage homeward to Ithaca ;
and when the strings were loosened, forth rushed the whis tling blasts, like air out of a blown bladder, whitening the sea with foam, and scattering the vessels nobody could tell whither.
Immediately after escaping from this peril, a still greater one had befallen him. Scudding before the hurricane, he reached a place which, as he afterwards found, was called Laestrygonia, where some monstrous giants had eaten up many of his com panions, and had sunk every one of his vessels, except that in which he himself sailed, by flinging great masses of rock at them, from the cliffs along the shore. After going through such troubles as these, you cannot wonder that King Ulysses was glad to moor his tempest-beaten bark in a quiet cove of the green island which I began with telling you about. But he had encountered so many dangers from giants, and one-eyed Cyclopes, and monsters of the sea and land, that he could not help dreading some mischief, even in this pleasant and seem ingly solitary spot. For two days, therefore, the poor weather worn voyagers kept quiet, and either stayed on board of their vessel, or merely crept along under cliffs that bordered the shore ; and to keep themselves alive they dug shellfish out of
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the sand, and sought for any little rill of fresh water that might be running towards the sea.
Before the two days were spent, they grew very weary of this kind of life ; for the followers of King Ulysses, as you will find it important to remember, were terrible gormandizers, and pretty sure to grumble if they missed their regular meals, and their irregular ones besides. Their stock of provisions was quite exhausted, and even the shellfish began to get scarce, so that they had now to choose between starving to death or ven turing into the interior of the island, where, perhaps, some huge three-headed dragon, or other horrible monster, had his den. Such misshapen creatures were very numerous in those days ; and nobody ever expected to make a voyage, or take a journey, without running more or less risk of being devoured by them.
But King Ulysses was a bold man as well as a prudent one ; and on the third morning he determined to discover what sort of a place the island was, and whether it were possible to obtain a supply of food for the hungry mouths of his companions. So, taking a spear in his hand, he clambered to the summit of a cliff, and gazed round about him. At a distance, towards the center of the island, he beheld the stately towers of what seemed to be a palace, built of snow-white marble, and rising in the midst of a grove of lofty trees. The thick branches of these trees stretched across the front of the edifice, and more than half concealed it, although, from the portion which he saw, Ulysses judged it to be spacious and exceedingly beautiful, and probably the residence of some great nobleman or prince. A blue smoke went curling up from the chimney, and was almost the pleasantest part of the spectacle to Ulysses. For, from the abundance of this smoke, it was reasonable to conclude that there was a good fire in the kitchen, and that, at dinner time, a plentiful banquet would be served up to the inhabitants of the palace, and to whatever guests might happen to drop in.
With so agreeable a prospect before him, Ulysses fancied that he could not do better than to go straight to the palace gate, and tell the master of it that there was a crew of poor shipwrecked mariners, not far off, who had eaten nothing for a day or two save a few clams and oysters, and would therefore be thankful for a little food. And the prince or nobleman must be a very stingy curmudgeon, to be sure, at least, when
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his own dinner was over, he would not bid them welcome to the broken victuals from the table.
Pleasing himself with this idea, King Ulysses had made a few steps in the direction of the palace, when there was a great twittering and chirping from the branch of a neighboring tree. A moment afterwards, a bird came flying towards him, and hovered in the air, so as almost to brush his face with its wings. It was a very pretty little bird, with purple wings and body, and yellow legs, aDd a circle of golden feathers round its neck, and on its head a golden tuft, which looked like a king's crown in miniature. Ulysses tried to catch the bird. But it fluttered nimbly out of his reach, still chirping in a piteous tone, as if it could have told a lamentable story, had it only been gifted with human language. And when he attempted to drive it away, the bird flew no farther than the bough of the next tree, and again came fluttering about his head, with its doleful chirp, as soon as he showed a purpose of going forward. "
"Have you anything to tell me, little bird? asked Ulysses.
And he was ready to listen attentively to whatever the bird might communicate ; for at the siege of Troy, and elsewhere, he had known such odd things to happen, that he would not have considered it much out of the common run had this little feathered creature talked as plainly as himself.
" Peep ! " said the bird, " peep, peep, pe—weep ! " And nothing else would it say, but only, " Peep, peep, pe—weep ! " in a melancholy cadence, and over and over and over again. As often as Ulysses moved forward, however, the bird showed the greatest alarm, and did its best to drive him back, with the anxious flutter of its purple wings. Its unaccountable behavior made him conclude, at last, that the bird knew of some danger that awaited him, and which must needs be very terrible, be yond all question, since it moved even a little fowl to feel com passion for a human being. So he resolved, for the present, to return to the vessel, and tell his companions what he had seen.
This appeared to satisfy the bird. As soon as Ulysses turned back, it ran up the trunk of a tree, and began to pick insects out of the bark with its long, sharp bill ; for it was a kind of woodpecker, you must know, and had to get its living in the same manner as other birds of that species. But every little while, as it pecked at the bark of the tree, the purple bird bethought itself of some secret sorrow, and repeated its plain tive note of " Peep, peep, pe — weep ! "
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On his way to the shore, Ulysses had the good luck to kill a large stag by thrusting his spear into its back. Taking it on his shoulders (for he was a remarkably strong man), he lugged it along with him, and flung it down before his hungry com panions. I have already hinted to you what gormandizers some of the comrades of King Ulysses were. From what is related of them, I reckon that their favorite diet was pork, and that they had lived upon it until a good part of their physical substance was swine's flesh, and their tempers and dispositions were very much akin to the hog. A dish of venison, however, was no unacceptable meal to them, especially after feeding so long on oysters and clams. So, beholding the dead stag, they felt of its ribs in a knowing way, and lost no time in kindling a fire, of driftwood, to cook it. The rest of the day was spent in feasting; and if these enormous eaters got up from table at sunset, it was only because they could not scrape another morsel off the poor animal's bones.
The next morning their appetites were as sharp as ever. They looked at Ulysses, as if they expected him to clamber up the cliff again and come back with another fat deer upon his shoulders. Instead of setting out, however, he summoned the whole crew together, and told them it was in vain to hope that he could kill a stag every day for their dinner, and therefore it was advisable to think of some other mode of satisfying their hunger.
"Now," said he, "when I was on the cliff yesterday, I dis covered that this island is inhabited. At a considerable dis tance from the shore stood a marble palace, which appeared to be very spacious, and had a great deal of smoke curling out of one of its chimneys. "
" Aha ! " muttered some of his companions, smacking their hps. "That smoke must have come from the kitchen fire. There was a good dinner on the spit ; and no doubt there will be as good a one to-day. "
" But," continued the wise Ulysses, " you must remember, my good friends, our misadventure in the cavern of one-eyed Polyphemus, the Cyclops ! Instead of his ordinary milk diet, did he not eat up two of our comrades for his supper, and a couple more for breakfast, and two at his supper again ? Me- thinks I see him yet, the hideous monster, scanning us with that great red eye, in the middle of his forehead, to single out the fattest. And then again only a few days ago, did we not
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fall into the hands of the king of the Laestrygons, and those other horrible giants, his subjects, who devoured a great many more of us than are now left? To tell you the truth, if we go to yonder palace, there can be no question that we shall make our appearance at the dinner table ; but whether seated as guests, or served up as food, is a point to be seriously considered. "
" Either way," murmured some of the hungriest of the crew, "it will be better than starvation; particularly if one could be sure of being well fattened beforehand, and daintily cooked afterwards. "
" That is a matter of taste," said King Ulysses, " and, for my own part, neither the most careful fattening nor the daintiest of cookery would reconcile me to being dished at last. My proposal is, therefore, that we divide ourselves into two equal parties, and ascertain, by drawing lots, which of the two shall go to the palace, and beg for food and assistance. If these can be obtained, all is well. If not, and if the inhabitants prove as inhospitable as Polyphemus, or the Laestrygons, then there will but half of us perish, and the remainder may set sail and escape. "
As nobody objected to this scheme, Ulysses proceeded to count the whole band, and found that there were forty-six men including himself. He then numbered off twenty-two of them, and put Eurylochus (who was one of his chief officers, and second only to himself in sagacity) at their head. Ulysses took command of the remaining twenty-two men, in person. Then, taking off his helmet, he put two shells into it, on one of which was written, "Go," and on the other, "Stay. " Another person now held the helmet, while Ulysses and Eurylochus drew out each a shell ; and the word " Go " was found written on that which Eurylochus had drawn. In this manner, it was decided that Ulysses and his twenty-two men were to remain at the seaside until the other party should have found out what sort of treatment they might expect at the mysterious palace. As there was no help for it, Eurylochus immediately set forth at the head of his twenty-two followers, who went off in a very melancholy state of mind, leaving their friends in hardly better spirits than themselves.
No sooner had they clambered up the cliff, than they dis cerned the tall marble towers of the palace, ascending, as white as snow, out of the lovely green shadow of the trees which sur rounded it. A gush of smoke came from a chimney in the rear
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of the edifice. This vapor rose high in the air, and, meeting with a breeze, was wafted seaward, and made to pass over the heads of the hungry mariners. When people's appetites are keen, they have a very quick scent for anything savory in the wind. "
" That smoke comes from the kitchen !
cried one of them, turning up his nose as high as he could, and snuffing eagerly.
"And, as sure as I'm a half-starved vagabond, I smell roast
meat in it. " " " Pig, roast pig !
said another. " Ah, the dainty little porker ! My mouth waters for him. "
" Let us make haste," " cried the others, " or we shall be too late for the good cheer !
But scarcely had they made half a dozen steps from the edge of the cliff, when a bird came fluttering to meet them. It was the same pretty little bird, with the purple wings and body, the yellow legs, the golden collar round its neck, and the crownlike tuft upon its head, whose behavior had so much surprised Ulysses. It hovered about Eurylochus, and almost brushed his face with its wings.
" Peep, peep, pe—weep ! " chirped the bird.
So plaintively intelligent was the sound, that it seemed as if the little creature were going to break its heart with some mighty secret that it had to tell, and only this one poor note to tell it with.
" My pretty bird," said Eurylochus, — for he was a wary per son, and let no token of harm escape his notice, — " my pretty bird, who sent you hither? And what is the message which you bring ? "
" Peep, peep, pe—weep ! " replied the bird, very sorrow fully.
Then it flew towards the edge of the cliff, and looked round at them, as if exceedingly anxious that they should return whence they came. Eurylochus and a few of the others were inclined to turn back. They could not help suspecting that the purple bird must be aware of something mischievous that would befall them at the palace, and the knowledge of which affected its airy spirit with a human sympathy and sorrow. But the rest of the voyagers, snuffing up the smoke from the palace kitchen, ridiculed the idea of returning to the vessel. One of them (more brutal than his fellows, and the most noto rious gormandizer in the whole crew) said such a cruel and
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wicked thing, that I wonder the mere thought did not turn him into a wild beast in shape, as he already was in his nature.
" "This troublesome and impertinent little fowl," said he,
would make a delicate tidbit to begin dinner with. Just one plump morsel, melting away between the teeth. If he comes within my reach, I'll catch him, and give him to the palace cook to be roasted on a skewer. "
The words were hardly out of his mouth, before the purple bird flew away, crying "Peep, peep, pe—weep," more dolor ously than ever.
"That bird," remarked Eurylochus, "knows more than we do about what awaits us at the palace. "
" Come on, then," cried his comrades, " and we'll soon know as much as he does. "
The party, accordingly, went onward through the green and pleasant wood. Every little while they caught new glimpses of the marble palace, which looked more and more beautiful the nearer they approached it. They soon entered a broad path way, which seemed to be very neatly kept, and which went winding along with streaks of sunshine falling across it, and specks of light quivering among the deepest shadows that fell from the lofty trees. It was bordered, too, with a great many sweet-smelling flowers, such as the mariners had never seen before. So rich and beautiful they were, that, if the shrubs grew wild here, and were native in the soil, then this island was surely the flower garden of the whole earth ; or, if trans planted from some other clime, it must have been from the Happy Islands that lay towards the golden sunset.
" There has been a great deal of pains foolishly wasted on these flowers," observed one of the company ; and I tell you what he said, that you may keep in mind what gormandizers they were. " For my part, if I were the owner of the palace, I would bid my gardener cultivate nothing but savory pot herbs to make a stuffing for roast meat, or to flavor a stew with. "
" Well said ! " cried the others. " But I'll warrant you there's a kitchen garden in the rear of the palace. "
At one place they came to a crystal spring, and paused to drink at it for want of liquor which they liked better. Look ing into its bosom, they beheld their own faces dimly reflected, but so extravagantly distorted by the gush and motion of the water, that each one of them appeared to be laughing at himself and all his companions. So ridiculous were these images of
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themselves, indeed, that they did really laugh aloud, and could hardly be grave again as soon as they wished. And after they had drunk, they grew still merrier than before.
" It has a twang of the wine cask in it," said one, smacking
his lips. " " Make haste !
cried his fellows ; " we'll find the wine cask itself at the palace ; and that will be better than a hundred
crystal fountains. "
Then they quickened their pace, and capered for joy at the
thought of the savory banquet at which they hoped to be guests. But Eurylochus told them that he felt as if he were walking in a dream.
" If I am really awake," continued he, " then, in my opinion, we are on the point of meeting with some stranger adventure than any that befell us in the cave of Polyphemus, or among the gigantic man-eating Laestrygons, or in the windy palace of King jEoIus, which stands on a brazen-walled island. This kind of dreamy feeling always comes over me before any wonderful occurrence. If you take my advice, you will turn back. "
"No, no," answered his comrades, snuffing the air, in which the scent from the palace kitchen was now very perceptible. " We would not turn back, though we were certain that the king of the Laestrygons, as big as a mountain, would sit at the head of the table, and huge Polyphemus, the one-eyed Cyclops, at its foot. "
At length they came within full sight of the palace, which proved to be very large and lofty, with a great number of airy pinnacles upon its roof. Though it was now midday, and the sun shone brightly over the marble front, yet its snowy white ness, and its fantastic style of architecture, made it look unreal, like the frostwork on a window pane, or like the shapes of cas tles which one sees among the clouds by moonlight. But, just then, a puff of wind brought down the smoke of the kitchen chimney among them, and caused each man to smell the odor of the dish that he liked best ; and, after scenting it, they thought everything else moonshine, and nothing real save this palace, and save the banquet that was evidently ready to be served up in it.
So they hastened their steps towards the portal, but had not got halfway across the wide lawn, when a pack of lions, tigers, and wolves came bounding to meet them. The terrified mariners
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started back, expecting no better fate than to be torn to pieces and devoured. To their surprise and joy, however, these wild beasts merely capered around them, wagging their tails, offering their heads to be stroked and patted, and behaving just like so many well-bred house dogs, when they wish to express their de light at meeting their master, or their master's friends. The biggest lion licked the feet of Eurylochus; and every other lion, and every wolf and tiger, singled out one of his two and twenty followers, whom the beast fondled as if he loved him better than a beef bone.
But, for all that, Eurylochus imagined that he saw something fierce and savage in their eyes; nor would he have been surprised, at any moment, to feel the big lion's terrible claws, or to see each of the tigers make a deadly spring, or each wolf leap at the throat of the man whom he had fondled. Their mildness seemed unreal, and a mere freak ; but their savage nature was as true as their teeth and claws.
Nevertheless, the men went safely across the lawn, with the wild beasts frisking about them and doing no manner of harm ; although, as they mounted the steps of the palace, you might possibly have heard a low growl, particularly from the wolves ; as if they thought it a pity, after all, to let the strangers pass without so much as tasting what they were made of.
Eurylochus and his followers now passed under a lofty portal, and looked through the open doorway into the interior of the palace. The first thing that they saw was a spacious hall, and a fountain in the middle of it, gushing up towards the ceiling out of a marble basin, and falling back into it with a continual plash. The water of this fountain, as it spouted upward, was constantly taking new shapes, not very distinctly, but plainly enough for a nimble fancy to recognize what they were. Now it was the shape of a man in a long robe, the fleecy whiteness of which was made out of the fountain's spray ; now it was a lion, or a tiger, or a wolf, or an ass, or, as often as anything else, a hog, wallowing in the marble basin as if it were his sty. It was either magic or some very curious machinery that caused the gushing waterspout to assume all these forms. But, before the strangers had time to look closely at this wonderful sight, their attention was drawn off by a very sweet and agreeable sound. A woman's voice was singing melodiously in another room of the palace, and with her voice was mingled the noise of a loom, at which she was probably seated, weaving a ricb
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texture of cloth, and intertwining the high and low sweetness of her voice into a rich tissue of harmony.
By and by, the song came to an end ; and then, all at once, there were several feminine voices, talking airily and cheer fully, with now and then a merry burst of laughter, such as you may always hear when three or four young women sit at work together. "
exclaimed one of the
voyagers.
" Too sweet, indeed," answered Eurylochus, shaking his
" What a sweet song that was !
head. "Yet it was not so sweet as the song of the Sirens, those birdlike damsels who wanted to tempt us on the rocks, so that our vessel might be wrecked, and our bones left whiten ing along the shore. "
" But just listen to the pleasant voices of those maidens, and that buzz of the loom, as the shuttle passes to and fro," said another comrade. "What a domestic, household, homelike sound it is ! Ah, before that weary siege of Troy, I used to hear the buzzing loom and the women's voices under my own roof. Shall I never hear them again ? nor taste those nice little savory dishes which my dearest wife knew how to serve up ? "
" Tush ! we shall fare better here," said another. " But how innocently those women are babbling together, without guessing that we overhear them ! And mark that richest voice of all, so pleasant and familiar, but which yet seems to have the author ity of a mistress among them. Let us show ourselves at once. What harm can the lady of the" palace and her maidens do to mariners and warriors like us ?
" Remember," said Eurylochus, " that it was a young maiden who beguiled three of our friends into the palace of the king of the Laestrygons, who ate up one of them in the twinkling of an eye. "
No warning or persuasion, however, had any effect on his companions. They went up to a pair of folding doors at the farther end of the hall, and, throwing them wide open, passed into the next room. Eurylochus, meanwhile, had stepped behind a pillar. In the short moment while the folding doors opened and closed again, he caught a glimpse of a very beautiful woman rising from the loom, and coming to meet the poor weather- beaten wanderers, with a hospitable smile, and her hand stretched out in welcome. There were four other young women, who joined their hands and danced merrily forward, making gestures of
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obeisance to the strangers. They were only less beautiful than the lady who seemed to be their mistress. Yet Eurylochus fancied that one of them had sea-green hair, and that the close- fitting bodice of a second looked like the bark of a tree, and that both the others had something odd in their aspect, although he could not quite determine what it was, in the little while that he had to examine them.
The folding doors swung quickly back, and left him stand ing behind the pillar, in the solitude of the outer hall. There Eurylochus waited until he was quite weary, and listened eagerly to every sound, but without hearing anything that could help him to guess what had become of his friends. Footsteps, it is true, seemed to be passing and repassing in other parts of the palace. Then there was a clatter of silver dishes, or golden ones, which made him imagine a rich feast in a splendid ban queting hall. But by and by he heard a tremendous grunting and squealing, and then a sudden scampering, like that of small, hard hoofs over a marble floor, while the voices of the mistress and her four handmaidens were screaming all together, in tones of anger and derision. Eurylochus could not conceive what had happened, unless a drove of swine had broken into the palace, attracted by the smell of the feast. Chancing to cast his eyes at the fountain, he saw that it did not shift its shape, as for merly, nor looked either like a long-robed man, or a lion, a tiger, a wolf, or an ass. It looked like nothing but a hog, which lay wallowing in the marble basin, and filled it from brim to brim.
But we must leave the prudent Eurylochus waiting in the outer hall, and follow his friends into the inner secrecy of the palace. As soon as the beautiful woman saw them, she arose
I have told you, and came forward, smiling, and stretching out her hand. She took the hand of the fore most among them, and bade him and the whole party welcome.
from the loom, as
" You have been long expected, my good friends," said she. " I and my maidens are well acquainted with you, although you do not appear to recognize us. Look at this piece of tapestry, and judge if your faces must not have been familiar to us. "
So the voyagers examined the web of cloth which the beauti ful woman had been weaving in her loom ; and, to their vast astonishment, they saw their own figures perfectly represented in different colored threads. It was a lifelike picture of their recent adventures, showing them in the cave of Polyphemus, and how they had put out his one great moony eye ; while in
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another part of the tapestry they were untying the leathern bags, puffed out with contrary winds ; and farther on, they beheld themselves scampering away from the gigantic king of the Laestrygons, who had caught one of them by the leg. Lastly, there they were, sitting on the desolate shore of this very island, hungry and downcast, and looking ruefully at the bare bones of the stag which they devoured yesterday. This was as far as the work had yet proceeded ; but when the beauti ful woman should again sit down at her loom, she would proba bly make a picture of what had since happened to the strangers, and of what was now going to happen.
" You see," she said, " that I know all about your troubles ; and you cannot doubt that I desire to make you happy for as long a time as you may remain with me. For this purpose, my honored guests, I have ordered a banquet to be prepared. Fish, fowl, and flesh, roasted, and in luscious stews, and sea soned, I trust, to all your tastes, are ready to be served up. If your appetites tell you it is dinner time, then come with me to the festal saloon. "
At this kind invitation, the hungry mariners were quite over joyed ; and one of them, taking upon himself to be spokesman, assured their hospitable hostess that any hour of the day was dinner time with them, whenever they could get flesh to put in the pot, and fire to boil it with. So the beautiful woman led the way ; and the four maidens (one of them had sea-green hair, another a bodice of oak bark, a third sprinkled a shower of water drops from her fingers' ends, and the fourth had some other oddity, which I have forgotten), all these followed behind, and hurried the guests along, until they entered a magnificent saloon. It was built in a perfect oval, and lighted from a crys tal dome above. Around the walls were ranged two and twenty thrones, overhung by canopies of crimson and gold, and pro vided with the softest of cushions, which were tasseled and fringed with gold cord. Each of the strangers was invited to sit down; and there they were, two and twenty storm-beaten mariners, in worn and tattered garb, sitting on two and twenty cushioned and canopied thrones, so rich and gorgeous that the proudest monarch had nothing more splendid in his stateliest hall.
Then you might have seen the guests nodding, winking with one eye, and leaning from one throne to another, to communi cate their satisfaction in hoarse whispers.
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" Our good hostess has made kings of us all," said one. " Ha ! do you smell the feast? I'll engage it will be fit to set before two and twenty kings. "
" I hope," said another, " it will be, mainly, good substantial joints, sirloins, spareribs, and hinder quarters, without two many kickshaws. If I thought the good lady would not take it amiss, I should call for a fat slice of fried bacon to begin with. "
Ah, the gluttons and gormandizers ! You see how it was with them. In the loftiest seats of dignity, on royal thrones, they could think of nothing but their greedy appetite, which was the portion of their nature that they shared with wolves and swine ; so that they resembled those vilest of animals far more than they did kings, — indeed, kings were what they ought to be.
But the beautiful woman now clapped her hands and im mediately there entered train of two and twenty serving men, bringing dishes of the richest food, all hot from the kitchen fire, and sending up such steam that hung like cloud below the crystal dome of the saloon. An equal number of attendants brought great flagons of wine, of various kinds, some of which sparkled as was poured out, and went bub bling down the throat while, of other sorts, the purple liquor was so clear that you could see the wrought figures at the bot tom of the goblet. While the servants supplied the two and twenty guests with food and drink, the hostess and her four maidens went from one throne to another, exhorting them to eat their fill, and to quaff wine abundantly, and thus to recom pense themselves, at this one banquet, for the many days when they had gone without dinner. But, whenever the mariners were not looking at them (which was pretty often, as they looked chiefly into the basins and platters), the beautiful woman and her damsels turned aside and laughed. Even the servants, as they knelt down to present the dishes, might be seen to grin and sneer, while the guests were helping them selves to the offered dainties.
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sort of cookery relish well. Though I must needs say, the wine has a queer taste too. But the more I drink of it, the better I like the flavor. "
Whatever little fault they might find with the dishes, they sat at dinner a prodigiously long while ; and it would really have made you ashamed to see how they swilled down the liquor and gobbled up the food. They sat on golden thrones, to be sure ; but they behaved like pigs in a sty ; and, if they had had their wits about them, they might have guessed that this was the opinion of their beautiful hostess and her maidens. It brings a blush into my face to reckon up, in my own mind, what mountains of meat and pudding, and what gallons of wine, these two and twenty guzzlers and gormandizers ate and drank. They forgot all about their homes, and their wives and children, and all about Ulysses, and everything else, ex cept this banquet, at which they wanted to keep feasting for ever. But at length they began to give over, from mere incapacity to hold any more.
" That last bit of fat is too much for me," said one.
"And I have not room for another morsel," said his next neighbor, heaving a sigh. " What a pity ! My appetite is as sharp as ever. "
In short, they all left off eating, and leaned back on their thrones, with such a stupid and helpless aspect as made them ridiculous to behold. When their hostess saw this, she laughed aloud; so did her four damsels ; so did the two and twenty serving men that bore the dishes, and their two and twenty fellows that poured out the wine. And the louder they all laughed, the more stupid and helpless did the two and twenty gormandizers look. Then the beautiful woman took her stand in the middle of the saloon, and stretching out a slender rod (it had been all the while in her hand, although they never noticed it till this moment), she turned it from one guest to another, until each had felt it pointed at himself. Beautiful as her face was, and though there was a smile on it, it looked just as wicked and mischievous as the ugliest serpent that ever was seen ; and fat-witted as the voyagers had made themselves, they began to suspect that they had fallen into the power of an evil-minded enchantress.
"Wretches," cried she, "you have abused a lady's hospi tality ; and in this princely saloon your behavior has been suited to a hogpen. You are already swine in everything but
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the human form, which you disgrace, and which I myself should be ashamed to keep a moment longer, were you to share it with me.
