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Except him, never shall any one have a place in my heart;
Mention not to me any one except him.
Him hath my love chosen unseen,
Yea, hath chosen him only from description.
For him is my affection, not for face or hair;
And I have sought his love in the way of honor. "
[Her vehemence overcomes the reluctance of the slaves, and one of them
promises, if possible, to contrive an interview. ]
"May hundreds of thousands such as we are be a sacrifice for
thee;
May the wisdom of the creation be thy worthy portion;
May thy dark narcissus-eye be ever full of modesty;
May thy cheek be ever tinged with bashfulness!
If it be necessary to learn the art of the magician,
To sew up the eyes with the bands of enchantment,
We will fly till we surpass the enchanter's bird,
We will run like the deer in search of a remedy.
Perchance we may draw the King nigh unto his moon,
And place him securely at thy side. "
The vermeil lip of Rudabah was filled with smiles;
She turned her saffron-tinged countenance toward the slave,
and said:
"If thou shalt bring this matter to a happy issue,
Thou hast planted for thyself a stately and fruitful tree,
Which every day shall bear rubies for its fruit,
And shall pour that fruit into thy lap. "
[The story proceeds to say how the slaves fulfill their promise. They go
forth, and find Zāl practicing with the bow. Busying themselves in gather-
ing roses, they attract his attention. He shoots an arrow in that direction,
and sends his quiver-bearer to bring it back. The slaves inquire who the
hero is who draws the bow with so much strength and skill. The boy
answers scornfully, "Do they not know that it is Zal, the most renowned
warrior in the world? ” In reply, they vaunt the superior attractions of Ruda-
bah. The boy reports their account of her to Zal, who goes to speak to
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them, receives from them a warm description of her charms, and presses them
to procure for him the means of obtaining an interview. This little incident
is well imagined: it is Zal who is made to ask for the meeting, and the
honor of Rudabah is not compromised. The slaves return to their mistress
and report upon their mission, eulogizing the goodly qualities of the hero.
Her ironical answer to their former depreciation is animated and natural. ]
Then said the elegant cypress-formed lady to her maidens:—
"Other than this were once your words and your counsel!
Is this then the Zāl, the nursling of a bird?
This the old man, white-haired and withered?
Now his cheek is ruddy as the flower of the arghavan;
His stature is tall, his face beautiful, his presence lordly!
Ye have exalted my charms before him;
Ye have spoken, and made me a bargain! ”
She said, and her lips were full of smiles;
But her cheek crimsoned like the bloom of pomegranate.
[The interview takes places in a private pavilion of the Princess; and the
account of it is marked with more than one touch of truth and beauty. ]
When from a distance the son of the valiant Sam
Became visible to the illustrious maiden,
She opened her gem-like lips and exclaimed:
"Welcome, thou brave and happy youth!
The blessing of the Creator of the world be upon thee!
On him who is the father of a son like thee!
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May Destiny ever favor thy wishes!
May the vault of heaven be the ground thou walkest on!
The dark night is turned into day by thy countenance;
The world is soul-enlivened by the fragrance of thy presence!
Thou hast traveled hither on foot from thy palace;
Thou hast pained, to behold me, thy royal footsteps! "
When the hero heard the voice from the battlement,
He looked up and beheld a face resplendent as the sun,
Irradiating the terrace like a flashing jewel,
And brightening the ground like a flaming ruby.
Then he replied: "O thou who sheddest the mild radiance of
the moon,
The blessing of Heaven, and mine, be upon thee!
How many nights hath cold Arcturus beholden me,
Uttering my cry to God, the Pure,
And beseeching the Lord of the universe
That he would vouchsafe to unveil thy countenance before me!
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Now I am made joyful in hearing thy voice,
In listening to thy rich and gracious accents.
But seek, I pray thee, some way to thy presence;
For what converse can we hold, I on the ground and thou on
the terrace ? »
The Peri-faced maiden heard the words of the hero;
Quickly she unbound her auburn locks,
Coil upon coil and serpent on serpent;
And she stooped and dropped down the tresses from the bat-
tlement,
And cried:-"O hero, child of heroes,
Take now these tresses; they belong to thee,
And I have cherished them that they might prove an aid to
my beloved. »
And Zāl gazed upward at the lovely maiden,
And stood amazed at the beauty of her hair and of her coun-
tenance;
He covered the musky ringlets with his kisses,
And his bride heard the kisses from above;
-
Then he exclaimed: "That would not be right-
May the bright sun never shine on such a day!
It were to lay my hand on the life of one already distracted;
It were to plunge the arrow-point into my own wounded
bosom. "
Then he took his noose from his boy, and made a running
knot,
And threw it, and caught it on the battlement,
And held his breath, and at one bound
Sprang from the ground, and reached the summit.
As soon as the hero stood upon the terrace,
The Peri-faced maiden ran to greet him,
And took the hand of the hero in her own,
And they went like those who were overcome with wine.
Then he descended from the lofty gallery,
His hand in the hand of the tall Princess,
And came to the door of the gold-painted pavilion,
And entered that royal assembly,
Which blazed with light like the bowers of Paradise;
And the slaves stood like houris before them:
And Zal gazed in astonishment
On her face, and her hair, and her stately form, and on all
that splendor.
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And Zal was seated in royal pomp
Opposite that mildly radiant beauty;
And Rudabah could not rest from looking towards him,
And gazing upon him with all her eyes;
On that arm and shoulder, and that splendid figure,
On the brightness of that soul-enlightening countenance;
So that the more and more she looked,
The more and more was her heart inflamed.
Then he kissed and embraced her, renewing his vows-
Can the lion help pursuing the wild ass? —
And said: "O sweet and graceful silver-bosomed maiden,
It may not be, that, both of noble lineage,
We should do aught unbecoming our birth;
For from Sam Nariman I received an admonition,
To do no unworthy deed, lest evil should come of it;
For better is the seemly than the unseemly,
That which is lawful than that which is forbidden;
And I fear that Manuchahar, when he shall hear of this affair,
Will not be inclined to give it his approval:
I fear too that Sam will exclaim against it,
And will boil over with passion, and lay his hand upon me.
Yet though soul and body are precious to all men,
Life I will resign, and clothe myself with a shroud
And this I swear by the righteous God-
Ere I will break the faith which I have pledged thee.
I will bow myself before him, and offer my adoration,
And supplicate him as those who worship him in truth,
That he will cleanse the heart of Sām, King of the earth,
From opposition, and rage, and rancor.
Perhaps the Creator of the world may listen to my prayer,
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And thou mayest yet be publicly proclaimed my wife. "
And Rudabah said:-"And I also, in the presence of the
righteous God,
Take the same pledge, and swear to thee my faith;
And He who created the world be witness to my words,
That no one but the hero of the world,
The throned, the crowned, the far-famed Zāl,
Will I ever permit to be sovereign over me. "
The gray dawn began to show itself,
And the drum to be heard from the royal pavilion;
Then Zal bade adieu to the fair one.
His soul was darkened, and his bosom on fire,
And the eyes of both were filled with tears;
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And they lifted up their voices against the sun:
"O glory of the universe, why come so quick?
Couldst thou not wait one little moment? »
Then Zal cast his noose on a pinnacle,
And descended from those happy battlements,
As the sun was rising redly above the mountains,
And the bands of warriors were gathering in their ranks.
Translation of S. Robinson.
THE DEATH OF DARA [DARIUS]
From the Shāh-Namah
THE
HE viziers came to Iskandar [Alexander the Great] and said:
"O King, crowned with victories and knowledge,
We have just slain thine enemy.
Come to an end is his diadem and the throne of princes. "
When Janusyar had thus spoken, Iskandar said to Mahyar :-
"The enemy ye have cast down-where is he? Show me the
nearest road thither. "
They went before him, and the King of the Greeks followed,
His heart and his eyes filled with tears of blood.
When he came near he saw that the face of Dara
Was pale as the flower of the fenugreek,
And his breast clotted with gore.
Having commanded that they should quit their horses
And keep guard over the two ministers,
Swift as the wind Iskandar dismounted from his charger,
And placed on his thigh the head of the wounded man.
He looked to see whether Dara was still in a condition to
speak,
Passed both his hands over his face,
Withdrew the royal diadem from his head,
Unclasped the warlike breastplate from his breast,
And rained down a flood of tears from his eyes when he saw
the wounded body,
And the physician far away.
"May it go well with thee," he exclaimed,
"And let the heart of the malevolent tremble!
Raise thyself and seat thyself on this golden cushion,
And if thou hast strength enough, place thyself in the saddle.
I will bring physicians from Greece and India;
I will shed tears of blood for thy sufferings;
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I will restore to thee thy kingdom and thy throne,
And we will depart as soon as thou art better.
When yester-evening the old men told
pened,
me what had hap-
My heart swelled with blood, my lips uttered cries.
We are of one branch, one root, one body-garment:
Why, through our ambition, should we extirpate our race? »
When Dara heard, with a weak voice he replied:-
"May wisdom be thy companion forever!
I believe that from thy God, the just, the holy,
Thou wilt receive a recompense for these thy words.
But for what thou hast said, that Persia shall be mine,
Thine be the throne and the crown of the brave,-
Nearer to me is death than a throne;
My fortune is turned upside down; my throne is at an end.
Such is the determination of the lofty sphere;
Its delights are sorrows, and its profit is ruin.
Take heed that thou say not, in the pride of thy valor,
'I have been superior to this renowned army. '
Know that good and evil are alike from God,
And give him the praise that thyself art still alive.
I am myself a sufficient example of this,
And my history is a commentary upon it for every one.
For what greatness was mine, and sovereignty, and treasure!
And to no one hath suffering ever come through me.
What arms and armies, too, were mine!
And what quantities of horses, and thrones, and diadems!
What children and relatives-
Relatives whose hearts were stamped with my mark.
The earth and the age were as slaves before me.
So was it as long as fortune was my friend;
But now I am severed from all my happiness,
And am fallen into the hands of murderers.
I am in despair about my children and my kinsmen;
The world is become black, and my eyes are darkened.
No one of my relatives cometh to my assistance;
I have no hope but in the great Provider, and that is enough.
Behold me, wounded and stretched upon the ground!
Fate hath ensnared me in the net of destruction.
This is the way of the changeful sphere
With every one, whether he be king or warrior.
In the end all greatness passeth away;
It is a chase in which man is the quarry and Death is the
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Iskandar rained tears of anguish from his eyes over the wounded
King,
As he lay stretched on the ground.
When Darà perceived that the grief was from his heart,
And saw the torrent of tears which flowed from his pale cheek,
He said to him:—“All this is of no avail.
From the fire no portion is mine but the smoke;
This is my gift from the All-giver,
And all that remaineth of my once brilliant fortune.
Now give me thine ear from first to last;
Receive what I say, and execute it with judgment. "
Iskandar replied: "It is for thee to command;
Say what thou wilt, thou hast my promise. "
Rapidly Dara unbound his tongue;
Point by point he gave instructions about everything:-
"First, illustrious prince, fear thou God, the righteous Maker,
Who made heaven and earth and time; who created the weak
and the strong:
Watch over my children, and my kindred, and my beloved
veiled women;
Ask of me in marriage my chaste daughter, and make her
happy in thy palace;
To whom her mother gave the name of Roshank,
And in her made the world contented and joyful.
Thou wilt never from my child hear a word of chiding,
Nor will her worst enemy utter a calumny against her.
As she is the daughter of a line of kings,
So in prudence she is the crown of women.
Perhaps she will bring thee an illustrious son,
Who will revive the name of Isfandyar,
Will stir up the fire of Zoroaster,
Take in his hand the Zendavesta;
Will observe the auguries and feast of Sadah, and that of the
New Year,
Renew the splendor of the fire-temples of Hormuzd,
The Sun, the Moon, and Mithra;
Will wash his face and his soul in the waters of wisdom,
Re-establish the customs of Lohrasp,
Restore the Kaianian rites of Gushtasp;
Will treat the great as great and the little as little,
Rekindle religion, and be fortunate. "
Iskandar answered:-
:-
"O good-hearted and righteous King,
I accept thy injunctions and thy testament;
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I will remain in this country only to execute them.
I will perform thy excellent intentions;
I will make thy intelligence my guide. "
The master of the world seized the hand of Iskandar,
And wept and lamented bitterly;
He placed the palm of it on his lips, and said to him:-"Be
God thy refuge!
I leave thee my throne, and return to the dust;
My soul I leave to God the holy. "
He spoke, and his soul quitted his body,
And all who were about him wept bitterly.
Iskandar rent all his garments,
And scattered dust on the crown of the Kaianians.
He built a tomb for him agreeably to the customs of his
country,
And suitable to his faith and the splendor of his rank.
They washed the blood from his body with precious rose-water,
Since the time of the eternal sleep had arrived.
They wrapped it in brocade of Rum,
Its surface covered with jewels on a ground of gold.
They hid it under a coating of camphor,
And after that no one saw the face of Dara any more.
In the tomb they placed for him a dais of gold,
And on his head a crown of musk.
They laid him in a coffin of gold,
And rained over him from their eyelids a shower of blood.
When they raised the coffin from the ground,
They bore it, turn by turn;
Iskandar went before it on foot,
And the grandees followed behind, shedding tears of anguish.
So they proceeded to the sepulchre of Dara,
And placed the coffin on the dais, performing all the cere-
mony due to kings;
And when they had completed the magnificent monument,
They erected gibbets before it, and executed the murderers.
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THE WARRIOR SĀM DESCRIBES HIS VICTORY OVER A DRAGON
From the Shāh Nāmah'
AM thy servant, and twice sixty years
I
Have seen thy prowess. Mounted on my steed,
Wielding my battle-axe, o'erthrowing heroes,
Who equals Sām, the warrior? I destroyed
The mighty monster, whose devouring jaws
Unpeopled half the land, and spread dismay
From town to town. The world was full of horror;
No bird was seen in air, no beast of prey
In plain or forest; from the stream he drew
The crocodile; the eagle from the sky.
The country had no habitant alive,
And when I found no human being left,
I cast away all fear, and girt my loins,
And in the name of God went boldly forth,
Armed for the strife. I saw him towering rise,
Huge as a mountain, with his hideous hair
Dragging upon the ground; his long black tongue
Shut up the path; his eyes two lakes of blood;
And seeing me, so horrible his roar,
The earth shook with affright, and from his mouth
A flood of poison issued. Like a lion
Forward I sprang, and in a moment drove
A diamond-pointed arrow through his tongue,
Fixing him to the ground. Another went
Down his deep throat, and dreadfully he writhed.
A third passed through his middle. Then I raised
My battle-axe, cow-headed; and with one
Tremendous blow dislodged his venomous brain,
And deluged all around with blood and poison.
There lay the monster dead, and soon the world
Regained its peace and comfort. Now I'm old;
The vigor of my youth is past and gone;
And it becomes me to resign my station
To Zal, my gallant son.
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FIRDAUSI'S SATIRE ON MÁHMÚD
From the Shah Namah'
Κ
NOW, tyrant as thou art, this earthly state
Is not eternal, but of transient date;
Fear God, then, and afflict not humankind;
To merit Heaven, be thou to Heaven resigned.
Afflict not even the ant: though weak and small,
It breathes and lives, and life is sweet to all.
Knowing my temper, firm and stern and bold,
Didst thou not, tyrant, tremble to behold
My sword blood-dropping? Hadst thou not the sense
To shrink from giving man like me offense?
What could impel thee to an act so base?
What, but to earn and prove thy own disgrace?
Why was I sentenced to be trod upon
And crushed to death by elephants, by one
Whose power I scorn? Couldst thou presume that I
Would be appalled by thee, whom I defy?
I am the lion, I, inured to blood,
And make the impious and the base my food;
And I could grind thy limbs, and spread them far
As Nile's dark waters their rich treasures bear.
Fear thee! I fear not man, but God alone;
I only bow to his Almighty throne.
Inspired by him, my ready numbers flow;
Guarded by him, I dread no earthly foe.
Thus in the pride of song I pass my days,
Offering to Heaven my gratitude and praise.
From every trace of sense and feeling free,
When thou art dead, what will become of thee?
If thou shouldst tear me limb from limb, and cast
My dust and ashes to the angry blast,
Firdausī still would live, since on thy name,
Máhmúd, I did not rest my hopes of fame
In the bright page of my heroic song,
But on the God of heaven, to whom belong
Boundless thanksgivings, and on him whose love
Supports the faithful in the realms above,
The mighty Prophet! None who e'er reposed
On him, existence without hope has closed.
And thou wouldst hurl me underneath the tread
Of the wild elephant, till I were dead!
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Dead! by that insult roused I should become
An elephant in power, and seal thy doom—
Máhmúd! if fear of man hath never awed
Thy heart, at least fear thy creator God.
Full many a warrior of illustrious worth,
Full many of humble, of imperial birth,—
Túr, Selím, Jemshíd, Minúchihr the brave,
Have died; for nothing had the power to save
These mighty monarchs from the common doom;
They died, but blest in memory still they bloom.
Thus kings too perish,-none on earth remain,
Since all things human see the dust again.
Oh, had thy father graced a kingly throne,
Thy mother been for royal virtues known,
A different fate the poet then had shared,—
Honors and wealth had been his just reward;
But how remote from thee a glorious line!
No high, ennobling ancestry is thine;
From a vile stock thy bold career began,—
A blacksmith was thy sire, of Isfahán.
Alas! from vice can goodness ever spring?
Is mercy hoped for in a tyrant king?
Can water wash the Ethiopian white?
Can we remove the darkness from the night?
The tree to which a bitter fruit is given
Would still be bitter in the bowers of heaven;
And a bad heart keeps on its vicious course,-
Or if it changes, changes for the worse;
Whilst streams of milk, where Eden's flow'rets blow,
Acquire more honeyed sweetness as they flow.
The reckless king who grinds the poor like thee
Must ever be consigned to infamy!
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Now mark Firdausī's strain; his Book of Kings
Will ever soar upon triumphant wings.
All who have listened to its various lore
Rejoice; the wise grow wiser than before;
Heroes of other times, of ancient days,
Forever flourish in my sounding lays:
Have I not sung of Káús, Tús and Giw;
Of matchless Rustem, faithful still and true.
Of the great Demon-binder, who could throw
His kamund to the heavens, and seize his foe!
Of Húsheng, Feridún, and Sám Suwár,
Lohurásp, Kai-khosráu, and Isfendiyár;
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Gushtásp, Arjásp, and him of mighty name,-
Gúdarz, with eighty sons of martial fame!
-
The toil of thirty years is now complete,
Record sublime of many a warlike feat,
Written 'midst toil and trouble; but the strain
Awakens every heart, and will remain
A lasting stimulus to glorious deeds;
For even the bashful maid, who kindling reads,
Becomes a warrior. Thirty years of care,
Urged on by royal promise, did I bear,
And now, deceived and scorned, the aged bard
Is basely cheated of his pledged reward!
Version by J. Atkinson.
PRINCE SOHRÁB LEARNS OF HIS BIRTH, AND RESOLVES TO
FIND RUSTEM
From the Shāh Nāmah›
W
HEN nine slow-circling months had rolled away,
Sweet-smiling pleasure hailed the brightening day,
A wondrous boy Tahmineh's tears suppressed,
And lulled the sorrows of her heart to rest;
To him, predestined to be great and brave,
The name Sohráb his tender mother gave;
And as he grew, amazed the gathering throng
Viewed his large limbs, his sinews firm and strong.
His infant years no soft endearment claimed;
Athletic sports his eager soul inflamed;
Broad at the chest and taper round the loins,
Where to the rising hip the body joins;
Hunter and wrestler; and so great his speed,
He could o'ertake and hold the swiftest steed.
His noble aspect and majestic grace
Betrayed the offspring of a glorious race.
How, with a mother's ever-anxious love,
Still to retain him near her heart she strove!
For when the father's fond inquiry came,
Cautious she still concealed his birth and name,
And feigned a daughter born, the evil fraught
With misery to avert-but vain the thought:
Not many years had passed with downy flight,
Ere he, Tahmineh's wonder and delight,
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With glistening eye, and youthful ardor warm,
Filled her foreboding bosom with alarm.
"Oh, now relieve my heart! " he said; "declare
From whom I sprang, and breathe the vital air,
Since from my childhood I have ever been,
Amidst my playmates, of superior mien.
Should friend or foe demand my father's name,
Let not my silence testify my shame!
If still concealed, you falter, still delay,
A mother's blood shall wash the crime away. "
"This wrath forego," the mother answering cried,
"And joyful hear to whom thou art allied.
A glorious line precedes thy destined birth,-
The mightiest heroes of the sons of earth.
The deeds of Sám remotest realms admire,
And Zál, and Rustem thy illustrious sire! "
In private, then, she Rustem's letter placed
Before his view, and brought with eager haste
Three sparkling rubies, wedges three of gold,
From Persia sent. "Behold," she said, "behold
Thy father's gifts-will these thy doubts remove?
The costly pledges of paternal love!
Behold this bracelet charm, of sovereign power
To baffle fate in danger's awful hour:
But thou must still the perilous secret keep,
Nor ask the harvest of renown to reap;
For when, by this peculiar signet known,
Thy glorious father shall demand his son,
Doomed from her only joy in life to part,
O think what pangs will rend thy mother's heart!
Seek not the fame which only teems with woe:
Afrásiyáb is Rustem's deadliest foe!
And if by him discovered, him I dread,
Revenge will fall upon thy guiltless head. "
The youth replied:-"In vain thy sighs and tears;
The secret breathes, and mocks thy idle fears.
No human power can fate's decrees control,
Or check the kindled ardor of my soul.
Then why from me the bursting truth conceal?
My father's foes even now my vengeance feel;
Even now in wrath my native legions rise,
And sounds of desolation strike the skies;
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Káús himself, hurled from his ivory throne,
Shall yield to Rustem the imperial crown,
And thou my mother, still in triumph seen,
Of lovely Persia hailed the honored queen!
Then shall Túrán unite beneath my band,
And drive this proud oppressor from the land!
Father and son in virtuous league combined,
No savage despot shall enslave mankind;
When sun and moon o'er heaven refulgent blaze,
Shall little stars obtrude their feeble rays? "
He paused, and then: -"O mother, I must now
My father seek, and see his lofty brow;
Be mine a horse, such as a prince demands,
Fit for the dusty field, a warrior's hands;
Strong as an elephant his form should be,
And chested like the stag, in motion free,
And swift as bird, or fish; it would disgrace
A warrior bold on foot to show his face. "
The mother, seeing how his heart was bent,
His day-star rising in the firmament,
Commands the stables to be searched to find
Among the steeds one suited to his mind;
Pressing their backs, he tries their strength and nerve:
Bent double to the ground their bellies curve:
Not one, from neighboring plain and mountain brought,
Equals the wish with which his soul is fraught;
Fruitless on every side he anxious turns,
Fruitless, his brain with wild impatience burns:
But when at length they bring the destined steed,
From Rakush bred, of lightning's winged speed,
Fleet as the arrow from the bowstring flies,
Fleet as the eagle darting through the skies,
Rejoiced he springs, and with a nimble bound
Vaults in his seat and wheels the courser round:
"With such a horse, thus mounted, what remains?
Káús the Persian King no longer reigns! "
High-flushed he speaks, with youthful pride elate,
Eager to crush the monarch's glittering state;
He grasps his javelin with a hero's might,
And pants with ardor for the field of fight.
Soon o'er the realm his fame expanding spread,
And gathering thousands hastened to his aid.
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AGNOLO FIRENZUOLA
(1493-1545)
HIS Italian poet and littérateur was born in Florence, Septem-
ber 28th, 1493.
He received his name from the town of
Firenzuola among the Apennines, where his family origi-
nated. Agnolo spent his youth in Siena and Perugia, studying law
and living a gay and wild life of pleasure. For a short time he
practiced his profession in Rome, but abandoned it to become a monk
at Vallombrosa. After the death of Clement VII. he went to Flor-
ence, and finally settled at Prato as abbot of San Salvatore. Some
authorities have disputed that he ever became an abbot, for the
records of his dissolute career do not accord with a monastic life.
But whether abbot or gentleman of leisure, a severe illness took him
to Prato, where he spent many happy years. He died here or at
Rome, about 1545.
When in Rome he formed a friendship with many eminent men of
letters, and his own writings attracted much attention. His adaptation
of 'The Golden Ass' of Apuleius became a favorite book, and passed
through many editions, and his original works were esteemed for
their diction and brilliancy. Firenzuola wrote satirical and burlesque
poems; two comedies, 'I Lucidi' and 'La Trinuzia'; 'Discorsi degli
Animali,' imitations of Oriental fables of animals; Ragionamenti
Amorosi,' novelettes or tales after the fashion of Boccaccio; 'Dialogo
della Bellezza delle Donne,' and other works. He also wrote a few
love poems and ballads, one of the most admired of which is 'Orozza
Pastorella. The first edition of Firenzuola's works appeared in 1548,
and they have been frequently republished. The best editions of this
century are in 5 vols. , Milan, 1802; and in 2 vols. , Florence, 1848.
In his 'Renaissance in Italy' (London, 1881), J. A. Symonds says:-
-
"The charm of Firenzuola's (Novelle' is due in a large measure to his
style, which has a wonderful transparency and ease, a wealth of the rarest
Tuscan phrases, and a freshness of humor that renders them delightful read-
ing. The storm at sea, in the first tale, and the night scene in the streets
in Florence, in the third, are described with Ariostean brilliancy.
In point
of subject-matter they do not greatly differ from the ordinary novels of the
day, and some of the tales reappear in the collections of other novelists.
Most of them turn upon the foibles and vices of the clergy.
"Firenzuola prefaced his novels with an elaborate introduction, describ-
ing the meeting of some friends at Celso's villa near Pazolatico and their
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discourse on love. From discussion they pass to telling amorous stories,
under the guidance of a Queen selected by the company. The introductory
conversation is full of a dreamy, sensualized, disintegrated Platonism. It
parades conventional distinctions between earthly and heavenly love, between
the beauty of the soul and the beauty of the body; and then we pass with-
out modulation into the regions of what is here called accidenti amorosi.
"The same insincere Platonism gives color to Firenzuola's discourse on the
'Beauty of Women,' - one of the most important productions of the sixteenth
century in illustration of popular and artistic taste. The author imagines
himself to have interrupted a bevy of fair ladies from Prato in the midst of a
dispute about the beauty of Mona Amelia della Torre Nuova. Mona Amelia
herself was present; and so were Mona Lampiada, Mona Amororrisca, Mona
Selvaggia, and Mona Verdespina. Under these names it is clear that living
persons of the town of Prato are designated; and all the examples of beauty
given in the dialogue are chosen from well-known women of the district.
The composition must therefore be reckoned as an elaborate compliment from
Firenzuola to the fair sex of Prato. »
The scene of the famous dialogue is laid in the convent grounds
of Grignano, and Celso is supposed to be intended for Firenzuola.
He analyzes and criticizes the form, proportion, and colors of the
female type from the point of view of the artist, sculptor, and fas-
tidious gentleman of taste. The 'Dialogo della Bellezze delle Donne'
was first published in 1548, without the place of publication. It was
reprinted in Florence in the same year. Many editions appeared, and
a French translation, called 'Discours de la Beauté des Dames,' was
issued in Paris in 1578. It was translated into English by Clara Bell,
and printed with an introduction by Theodore Child (London, 1892),
under the title 'Of the Beauty of Women. ' Of it Mr. Child says:-
«Firenzuola's 'Dialogue on the Beauty of Women,' which is here presented
for the first time in the English tongue, seems to us worthy of the honors of
translation and of perusal for other reasons than those of mere antiquarian
curiosity. Our ideal of feminine beauty is doubtless different from that of
Botticelli, Perugino, Antonio Bazzi, Bellini, Leonardo, or Titian; and yet, by
the ardent and continual study of the masterpieces of these and other paint-
ers, we certainly influence our modern ideal in some subtle and unanalyzable
way. The life of great works of art is eternal. In each succeeding age they
acquire new eloquence and impart fresh lessons to those who study them.
They retain an inexhaustible power of suggestion and boundless capacity of
interpretation. It is in the interpretation of the painting of the Italian Renais-
sance that the Dialogue of Firenzuola seems to us to be of singular interest;
and above all in its suggestiveness to modern women, and in its implied doc-
trine that beauty is to be pursued, and within certain limits to be attained,
even by those whom nature has not lavishly favored. . . . The Florentine
was curious, perhaps, rather than sentimental; his analysis of the beauty of
women is strictly æsthetical; his admiration active and impressionist, so to
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speak, rather than contemplative. Had he lived in our times, he would have
noted with incomparably delicate touch the familiar gestures which contempo-
rary costume involves, and all the pretty movements that accompany the
raising of a veil, the arrangement of the hair imperceptibly ruffled by the
indiscreet breeze, the coquettish effort made in taking off gloves and adjust-
ing rings and bracelets, the furtive application of the powder-puff and of the
precious unguent that imparts intensity to roseate lips. At the same time he
would have paid little attention to the naïveté of the eye and the gravity of
the heart. The beauty of women which Firenzuola admires and analyzes is
exterior, plastic, and material. . . Many of Firenzuola's remarks may
seem perhaps a little vague and general, but they become less so when we
read them in connection with the monuments of plastic art contemporaneous
with the life of the writer. In the figures of the frescoes of Ghirlandajo, of
Piero della Francesca, of Antonio Bazzi, and more particularly in the marvel-
ous women that we admire in the frescoes and pictures of the Florentine
Botticelli, we recognize those refinements of bearing and expression of which
Firenzuola speaks; we divine an ideal of feminine beauty corresponding with
his; and we realize the charm of those high and pure foreheads shining
almost like a mirror. >>
IN THE GARDEN
From Of the Beauty of Women›
ELSO SELVAGGIO is a great friend of mine, and so much at
my service that I make bold to say he is in truth as my
second self. Hence, when I now set forth these his dis-
courses, albeit indeed he hath forbidden it, he will have patience
with me, inasmuch as that the love he bears me constrains him
to make my will his own, and all the more, since that which
constraineth him constraineth me. Now he, besides being a man
skilled in learning, is of no small judgment, and great courtesy
and highly accommodating to the desires of his friends; and for
all these reasons, being assured that he will make no difficulties,
I have set them forth as you see.
He found himself last summer in the garden of the Abbey of
Grignano, kept at that time by Vanazzo de Rochi, whither sev-
eral youths and maidens had betaken themselves for air, ladies
distinguished no less for their beauty and high degree than for
their many virtues; among them Madonna Lampiada, Madonnas
Amororrisca, Selvaggia, and Verdespina. They had withdrawn
to the summit of the hillock in the midst of that garden, over-
grown with cypress and laurel, where they tarried, disputing of
Madonna Amelia della Torrenuova, who likewise was in the
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pleasaunce; and this one would have it that she was of the
greatest beauty, and that other that she was not even well fa-
vored, when Celso came up the mount with certain other youths
of Prato, the kindred of these ladies. And they, being thus
taken by surprise, were silent on a sudden. Then Celso making
excuse for having done them such discourtesy, the ladies gra-
ciously replied that their coming hither was most pleasing to
them, and they bid these gentlemen be seated on a bank over
against them; yet were they again silent.
Whereupon Celso spoke, saying:- "Fair ladies, either proceed
in your discourse, or dismiss us from your company, to the end
that we may not disturb your sport, but hit the ball as it
bounds. "
Then said Madonna Lampiada:-"Messer Celso, our discourse
was of women, wherefore it did not appear to us to be seemly
to continue it in your presence. This one said that Amelia was
not comely; I say that she is: thus we were disputing, after the
manner of ladies. "
To whom Celso replied:-"Madonna Selvaggia is in error, but
indeed she loves her not. In truth, that lady must ever be
accounted fair by all, nay, and most beautiful; and if she is not
to be deemed beautiful, I cannot see one in Prato who may be
called fair. ”
On this Selvaggia, somewhat wroth
replied: "Small judgment is needed in
each is of a different mind, and a brown skin is pleasing to one
and a white skin to another; and it is with us women as in a
draper's shop, where cloth from the Romagnuola finds a pur-
chaser no less than satin from Banello. "
-
as
rather
rather than pleased,
such a matter, since
"Well and good," quoth Celso; "but when we speak of a
beautiful woman we mean one whom all alike admire, and not
this one or that one only: thus Nora, so ill-favored as she is,
appears most pleasing in the sight of her Tomaso, albeit she is
uncomely as she possibly can be; and my gossip, who was
passing fair, her husband could not suffer. Peradventure it is
that certain complexions suit or suit not: but a lady fair in all
points, like yourself, must necessarily be pleasing to all, as you
are; albeit few are pleasing to you, as I know full well. It is
indeed the truth, that to be of perfect beauty many things are
needed, so that one is rarely found who possesseth the half of
them. "
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Selvaggia then said: There are some among you men
whom the world itself would not satisfy. And I once heard it
said that one Momus, unable to find any fault in the beauty of
Venus, blamed some trifle in the fashion of her sandals. ”
Then said Verdespina: "Thus you see how he beheld her. "
And Celso, laughing, went on:-"Again, Stesichoros, a most
noble poet of Sicily, spoke evil of that Helen who by her
exceeding great beauty moved a thousand Greek ships to go
forth against the great kingdom of Troy. "
Then said Madonna Lampiada in haste:-"Ay, truly; but you
know that he thereupon lost his sight, and had it not again till
he denied his words. "
-
<<
-
"And so had his desert," added Celso, "inasmuch as that
beauty and fair women, and fair women and beauty, ought to be
lauded and held precious by all; seeing that a fair woman is the
fairest object that may be seen, and beauty the highest gift
bestowed by God on mankind; since its virtue is to invite the
soul to contemplation, and through contemplation to the desire
of heavenly things. Hence it hath been given us as a foretaste
and as an earnest; and it is of such power and worth that it
hath been accounted by sages as the first and most excellent of
all things to be loved; nay, they have called it the very seat, the
nest, the abode of love; of love, I say, which is the source and
fount of all human joys. For it we see a man forget himself;
and on beholding a face graced with this celestial gift, his limbs
will quake, his hair stand on end, and he will sweat and shiver
at the same time; just as one who, seeing on a sudden some
heavenly vision, is possessed by the divine frenzy; and when he
is come to himself worships it in his heart, and acknowledging it
as it were god, gives himself up as a victim and a sacrifice on
the altar of that fair lady's heart. "
Whereupon said Madonna Lampiada:-"Ah, Messer Celso, if
it will not weary you, do us a pleasure: tell us somewhat of this
beauty, and what should be the form of such a fair woman;
whereas these damsels have for some time urged me to entreat
this of you, and I have delayed to do it. But since you of your
own motion have begun to discourse of it, having increased my
desire you likewise have raised my courage; all the more since it
hath been told me that during the evening assembly held by my
sister last Carnival season, you spoke of the matter with those
ladies at such length that Madonna Agnoletta could talk of
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nothing else for many days. So we pray you do us this favor,
for we have naught else to be busy about; and in this light
wind the heat of the day will be more delightfully spent by us
than by those below who are sporting or walking in the pleas-
aunce. "
Then answered Celso:-"Ay! To the end that Selvaggia, if
she hear aught said which is not to her mind, or if I omit
aught, may cry out that I am speaking ill of women; in which
I never take so great pleasure as I do in praising them, as she
has often known by experience, and yet hath never thanked me
for it. "
Translation of Clara Bell.
OF THE FOREHEAD AND TEMPLES
From Of the Beauty of Women'
C
ELSO-To return to the person of our image, I say that you,
Madonna Amororrisca, have a shape between lean and fat,
round and juicy and of the right proportions, wherein
we see suppleness and dexterity, with somewhat that is right
queenly. Your hue is not of that whiteness which verges on
pallor, but tinted with blood, after the fashion which the ancients.
prized. The person of a lady of high degree should move with
gravity and after a certain gentle manner which keeps it upright,
yet not stiff, so that we find in it that majesty whereof I lately
spoke. And inasmuch as you have most of all these things, we
are bound to give you Verdespina's hair; and now will seek a
forehead.
The forehead must be spacious; that is, wide and high, fair
and serene. The height, which is understood to be from where
the hair ends down to the confines of the eyebrows and the
nose, according to many writers should be the third part of the
face; the second part being measured to the upper lip, and
the third part all the rest, including the chin; -the height, then,
I say, must be equal to half the width, and it will be twice as
wide as the height; so that from the width we estimate the
height, and the height from the width. And we have said it
must be fair, since it must not be of an over-dull whiteness
without any lustre, but should shine after the manner of a mir-
ror; not by wetness, or by painting, or by foul washes like that
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of Bovinetta, which, an it were fish to fry, might be worth a
farthing a pound more as not needing to be floured; howbeit, it
is not to be sold nor fried.
The line of the brow should not be all flat, but curved like
an arch toward the crown of the head, so gently that it is scarce
to be perceived; but from the boss of the temples it should
descend more straightly. Our poets speak of it as serene, and
with reason; since as the sky is serene when we see on it no
cloud nor any manner of spot, so the front, when it is clear and
open, without furrows or wrinkles or powders, is calm and tran-
quil, and may be rightly called serene; and whereas the sky
when it is serene engenders a certain contentment in the mind
of those who behold it, so the forehead which we call serene,
gives, through the eye, peace to the soul of those who gaze upon
it. As it is now with me, gazing on that of Madonna Lampiada,
which, having all the qualities I have enumerated, will do well.
to place beneath Verdespina's hair. And that serenity of which
I speak is the greater for the lustre of the eyes, they being
without the confines of the forehead indeed, and yet appearing.
as the two chief luminaries in the sky; and we will first speak of
the eyebrows.
Now, to speak of these, we will take as an example those of
Verdespina, who hath them in color like ebony; fine, and of
short, soft hairs, as though they were of the finest silk; and
from the middle to the ends they gently diminish, on one side.
towards the hollow or socket of the eye, by the nose, and on the
other toward that part which is near the ear, and where they end.
Next we come to the eye, which in every part of the visible
globe, or eyeball, excepting the pupil, must be white, slightly
tinged with the hue of flax, but so little as to be scarce per-
ceptible. The pupil, save only the circle which lies in the centre,
should not be perfectly black, albeit all the Greek and Latin
poets, and our own likewise, praise black eyes as with one
voice, and all are agreed that the goddess of beauty had them.
Nevertheless, those are not wanting who praise eyes which are
of the color of the sky, and that Venus had them so is to be
found written in certain trustworthy authors.
Among you there is a lady, reputed exceeding fair by me and
by many others, who, having such eyes, gains in grace thereby.
Nevertheless, common custom seems to have obtained that dark
tan or nut-brown eyes hold the first place among eyes of other
colors. Deep black is not much to be commended, since it tends
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to a somewhat gloomy and cruel gaze; and nut brown, if dark,
gives a soft, bright, clear, and kindly gaze; and it lends to the
movement of the eyes I know not what alluring charm,- frank,
attractive, and keen, which I cannot better explain than by
pointing to those of Madonna Lampiada, to whom none of these
qualities are lacking. And besides this that has been said, and
again like Madonna Lampiada, the eyes must be large and full,
not concave nor hollow, for hollowness makes the gaze over-
proud, and fullness makes it sweet and modest. So Homer, de-
siring to praise the eyes of Juno, tells us that they were like
those of an ox, meaning thereby that they were round and full
and large. Many have said that they should be long, and others.
that they should be oval, which pleases me very well.
The eyelids, when they are white, with certain delicate rosy
veins, hardly to be seen, are a great aid to the general beauty of
the eye; and the lashes should be thin and not over-long and
not white, since, besides being ill-favored, they impair the sight.
Nor would I have them very black, which makes the gaze fierce.
The socket which surrounds the eye is not to be very deep, nor
too large, nor different in color from the cheek; and let ladies
who paint be on their guard, those, I would say, who are
brown,- since this part is very often unapt to take the paint or
the plastering by reason of its hollow shape, or to retain it by
reason of the motion of the eyelashes, and thus makes a division
which looks very ill. Madonna Theofila's neighbor often falls
into this error.
The ears, which should be tinted rather of the hue of pale
rubies than of red ones, and which we will paint like the balcony
rose, and not the damask, I will borrow from you, Selvaggia.
For their perfect beauty, as we see in yours, a middle size is to
be desired, with the shell finely turned, and of a livelier hue than
the flat part; and the roll which borders them all round must be
transparent and of a brilliant hue like the seed of a pomegranate.
Above all, if they be soft and thin their beauty is spoiled; hence,
as they are seen in her, they should be firm and well set on.
Of the temples there is little to be said save that they must
be white and flat, not hollow; not over-full and moist, nor so
narrow as to seem to press on the brain, which would signify a
weakness of the brain. And they are beautiful when they re-
semble those of Madonna Amororrisca. And the manner of lay-
ing the hair over them, higher or lower, curled or drawn smooth.
thicker or thinner, enlarges or diminishes the temples and makes
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them wider or narrower, longer or shorter, as we may desire, or
as a little flower shall confine it.
Madonna Lampiada-When I was a girl we did not love to
dress our heads as many of our maidens do nowadays, putting
so many flowers and leaves that they often resemble a jar full
of gilliflowers or marjoram; nay, some might be a quarter of kid
on the spit, since they will even wear rosemary, which to me
seems the most graceless thing in the world. And you, Messer
Celso, how seems it to you?
Celso I like it not, if I am to tell the truth; and this mis-
take arises from their not knowing for what reason the ancients
would wear a flower above the ear. I speak of gentlewomen,
since the peasant women, having no other jewels nor pearls, load
themselves, as you know, with flowers, without order, fashion, or
number; and in them this excess becomes beauty.
Madonna Lampiada-Meseems that even gentle ladies may
have worn flowers for their more homely adornment, instead of
pearls and gold; inasmuch as not all our peers have wherewithal
to attire themselves with the gems of the Orient or the sands of
Tagus, and so it was needful to use the riches of the gardens of
our own land. But each one having tried to outdo the others,
they seem sometimes as if they had a garland or quintain about
the face. And waters and powders were in those days invented,
to remove pimples and moles and other such stains, but to-day
they are used to paint and whiten the whole face, just as lime
and plaster cover the face of a wall; and peradventure those
foolish maids believe that men, whom they seek to please, do not
discern this foulness, which I would have them to know wears
them out and makes them grow old before their time, and de-
stroys their teeth, while they seem to be wearing a mask all the
year through. Look now at Mona Bettola Gagliani; what do you
think of her? The more she paints and the more she dresses up
the older she seems; nay, she is like a gold ducat that hath lain
in aquafortis. And it would not be thus if she had not used
washes so much when she was young. I, for my part, if I am
still well preserved (which indeed I know not, but it shall suffice
that others say so) it is from no cause but that water from the
well has ever been my wash, and shall be that of my daughter
so long as she tarries with me; afterwards, it must be her hus-
band's care.
Translation of Clara Bell.
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OF THE HAND
From Of the Beauty of Women'
HE hand, which all declare to be perfect in you (to you I say
it, Selvaggia, so hide it not), must likewise be white chiefly
on the outer side, large enough and somewhat fat, the palm
hollow and tinted with rose; the lines must be clear, few, distinct,
firmly drawn, not crossing nor entangled, the mounts of Jupiter,
Venus, and Mercury plainly to be seen, yet not over-high; the
line of the intellect and wit should be deep and clear and crossed
by no other. The hollow that lies between the thumb and mid-
dle finger must be shapely, without wrinkles, and brightly tinted.
The fingers are beautiful when they are long, fine, and slender,
tapering somewhat towards the tip, yet so little as to be scarce
perceptible. The nails transparent, like pale rubies among pink
roses and the leaves of the pomegranate flower; not long, not
round nor altogether square, but of a fair shape and with a very
little boss, uncovered, clean and well kept, so that at the base the
little white crescent is visible. Above, beyond the flesh of the
finger, an edge should be seen, as wide as a small knife is thick,
without the smallest suspicion of a rim of black at the tip. And
the whole hand must be of a tender, firm surface, as though it
were of fine silk or the softest cotton. And this is all it occurs
to me to say of the arms and hands. Now this image will no
longer be like that in the piazza; but behold the thing she was
compared with! You are indeed one of those sharp thorns which
get in between the nail and the flesh, and if green, of the harder
heart; and it is well for me that I have a good needle to with-
draw it withal.
Selvaggia-Now, meseems, your picture is like those which
are wrought by the hands of a good master; and to tell the truth,
it is a most beautiful thing, so that if I were a man, whereas I
am a woman, I should be constrained like a second Pygmalion to
fall in love with her. And do not think that I call her beautiful
only to signify that the parts which we have given her are the
occasion of it, seeing that the adornments and graces you have
bestowed on her might have made even the wife of Jacopo Caval-
laccio seem fair. Since I (to speak only of myself), if I had so
fair a bosom as you have described, should not yield to Helen
nor Venus for beauty.
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Celso -You have it indeed, and you know it; there is no need
to make so many words about it. Good luck to you, and to him
who may some day be worthy to behold it. And of a truth when
that friend of mine composed a fine Elegy in its praise, having
so fine a thread, it was no great marvel that he filled so fair a
cloth. But to give our chimera the crowning perfection, that
nothing may be lacking to her, you, Madonna Lampiada, will give
her that witchery that sparkles in your eyes and that fine air
which pervades the perfect proportion of your person; you, Ma-
donna Amororrisca, will give her the queenly majesty of your
person and the cheerfulness of your honest and modest gaze, that
serious gait, that dignified countenance, and that gentle gracious-
ness which delight all who behold them. Selvaggia will lend her
a calm seemliness, an inviting charm, an honest yet bewitching,
a severe yet sweet attractiveness, with that pitying cruelty which
all are constrained to praise albeit none desire it. You, Verdes-
pina, shall bestow the grace which makes you so dear; that readi-
ness and sweetness of gay speech, subtle, honest, and gracious.
Wit and the other gifts and virtues of the mind we do not need,
inasmuch as we have described only the beauties of the body and
not those of the spirit, for which a better painter than I am is
needed, better colors and a better brush than those of my poor
wit, albeit your example is no less sufficient for that kind of
beauty than for the other.
And thus without more words their discourse ended, and each
one returned to his own home.
Translation of Clara Bell.
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KUNO FISCHER
(1824-)
BY RICHARD JONES
UNO FISCHER of Heidelberg, one of the most brilliant and
stimulating of living university professors, the great his-
torian and interpreter of modern philosophy, is distinguished
likewise as an expositor and interpreter of some of the greater liter-
ature of the modern world. Indeed, his first published work, 'Dio-
tima, oder die Idee des Schönen,' was an excursion into the realm of
æsthetics; and his poetic sympathies, oratorical fervor and eloquence,
and the literary charm of his interpretations, have contributed no less
than his profound philosophic insight toward
drawing to him university students from all
parts of the world, from the beginning of his
distinguished university career.
KUNO FISCHER
The son of a country pastor, he was born
July 23d, 1824, at Sandewalde in the province
of Silesia. He attended the Gymnasium of
Posen, and began in 1844 his university stud-
ies, philology, theology, and philosophy; first
at Leipsic, then at Halle, where he received
the degree of doctor of philosophy in 1847. In
the Michaelmas semester of 1850 he began his
instruction in philosophy as privatdocent in the
University of Heidelberg. His lectures were
from the first exceptionally successful, but in 1853 he was forbidden
by a ministerial edict from continuing his university instruction. No
reason was assigned for this arbitrary act, which aroused deep indig-
nation in university circles throughout Germany as a serious infringe-
ment of the "Lehrfreiheit," the unrestricted freedom of thought and
of teaching so dear to the German university professor's heart. He
remained amid the beautiful surroundings of Heidelberg, enjoying the
friendship of Strauss and of Gervinus, improving his enforced leisure
by working on his history of philosophy, -the volume which appeared
in 1856, and which serves as an Introduction to the history proper;
viz. , Francis Bacon und seine Nachfolger' (Francis Bacon and his
Successors), receiving the compliment of an immediate translation
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into English.
In the autumn of 1855 Fischer requested permission to
lecture in the University of Berlin, but on account of the Heidelberg
proscription this request was refused by the Prussian Minister of Edu-
cation. However, in response to a petition of the faculty of the Uni-
versity of Berlin, an order was issued by the King in September 1856,
granting their request that Fischer be permitted to lecture. But in
the mean time he had received a call to the chair of philosophy at
Jena, made famous by Fichte and Schelling and Hegel. This call he
accepted. Here his lectures were again extraordinarily successful.
Students flocked to Jena as they had not done since the days of
Schiller, Schelling, and Fichte. He was made Privy Councilor of the
Duke, and was the recipient of many honors. In 1870 he declined a
call to the University of Vienna, but in 1872 he accepted a call to
the University of Heidelberg as Zeller's successor, where he has since
remained, the brightest ornament of the oldest university within the
present limits of Germany.
His literary work has been done in the two fields of philosophic
and literary exposition and interpretation. His 'Geschichte der Neu-
ern Philosophie' (History of Modern Philosophy) is now become, after
successive enlargements in several editions, a monumental work,
famous for the clearness and beauty of its literary style no less than
for its philosophic insight and sympathetic interpretation. Kuno
Fischer's method is not to give in brief the essence of a philosophic
system, the substance of Kant, for example.
