:m UC-NRLF "WA*ar » w *B 2^7 D7S a? Jit ^KUa^JTXjSi m '.!;:,.e'O^Xjfej4 t il m G o 1 r* ..,,. , ,.., GR -j 1 YkJ* TO®'. «w/:, : -,.--- '. >;• Mm, EDUCATION DEPT. TO ARNOLD, HELEN, and EDWARD Theseus and the Minotaur. Frontispiece ECLECTIC SCHOOL READINGS The Story of the Greeks BY H. A. GUERBER NEW YORK •:• CINCINNATI •:• CHICAGO AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY L;^ £XKc XII. THE TAKING OF THEBES. THE terrible death of the two brothers Eteocles and Polynices did not, as you might suppose, end the siege of Thebes. No sooner were their funerals over, than both armies began to fight again ; and they con- tinued the contest until all the chiefs had been killed except Adrastus only. 40 Most of the soldiers had also been slain: so Adrastus made up his mind to go home, and wait until the sons of these fallen heroes were old enough to fight, before he went on with the war. As they thought it their duty to avenge all injuries, and especially the death of a rela- tive, Adrastus had no trouble in getting these youths to march against Thebes. So they began a second siege, which was known as the War of the E-pig'o-ni, or de- scendants, because the young warriors took up their fathers' quarrel. Such was the bravery of these young men, that they succeeded where their fathers had failed, and after a long struggle took the city of Thebes. As Polynices was dead, and could not claim the scepter he had so longed to possess, they put his son Ther-san'der upon the throne. This young man ruled for a while in peace ; but be- cause his sons were insane, the Thebans thought that the gods still hated the race of CEdipus : so they drove these princes away, and chose another and less unlucky family to rule over them instead. Even the daughters of CEdipus were very unhappy ; for Antigone, having taken the part of her brother Poly- nices, was put to death, while her sister Ismene died of grief. Such was the end of the race of CEdipus, — a king who has been considered the most unhappy man that ever lived, because, although he meant to be good, he was forced by fate to commit the most horrible crimes. 41 XIII. THE CHILDHOOD OF PARIS. IN those days, Pri'am and Hec'u-ba were King and Queen of Troy (or Il'i-um), — a beautiful city near the coast of Asia Minor, almost opposite Athens. They were the parents of a large family of sons and daugh- ters; and among the sons were Hec'tor and Par'is, young men of remarkable strength and beauty. Paris had had a very adventurous life. When he was but a little babe, his mother dreamed that she saw a flaming brand in the cradle, in the place where the child lay. This brand seemed to set fire to the cradle and all the palace; and the queen, awaking with a start, was overjoyed to find that it was nothing but a dream. Men in those days believed that dreams were sent by the gods to warn them of coming events, and so Hecuba was very anxious to know what the burning brand meant. She told her husband all about it, and they finally decided to ask an oracle to explain the dream. A few days later the messenger they had sent to the oracle came home, and Hecuba shed many tears when he brought word that the child Paris was destined to bring ' destruction upon his native city. To escape this calamity, Priam ordered that Paris should be carried out of the city, and that he should be left in a forest, where the wild beasts would eat him up, or where he would be sure to die from hunger and cold. Poor little Paris was therefore lifted out of his com- fortable cradle, and left alone in the woods, where he 42 cried so hard that a passing hunter heard him. This man was so sorry for the poor child, that he carried him home to his wife, who brought the little stranger up with her own children. As he lived with hunters, Paris soon learned their ways ; and he became so active that when he was quite grown up he went to Troy to take part in the athletic games, which were often held there in honor of the gods. He was so strong that he easily won all the prizes, although Hector and the other young princes were also striving for them. When Paris went up to receive the crown of wild olive leaves which was the victor's prize, every one noticed his likeness to the royal family ; and his sister Cas-san'dra, who was able to foretell future events, said that he was the son of Priam and Hecuba, and that he would bring great misfortunes upon Troy. The king and queen paid no heed to these words, but gladly welcomed Paris home, and lavished all kinds of gifts upon him to make up for their cruelty and long neglect. Paris was so fond of change and adventure, that he soon grew tired of court life, and asked Priam for a ship, so that he might sail off to Greece. This request was readily granted, and Paris went away. The young prince sailed from island to island, and came at last to the southern part of the Pelopon- nesus, where the descendants of Hercules had founded the city of Sparta. Here he was warmly welcomed by King Men-e-la'us ; but this king was obliged to leave home shortly after the arrival of Paris, and he bade 43 Helen, his wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, do all she could to entertain the noble stranger. Helen was so kind to Paris that he soon fell in love with her. His greatest wish was to have her as his wife : so he began to tell her that Ve'nus, the goddess of love, had promised him that he should marry the most beautiful woman the world. Talking thus day after day, the handsome young Paris finally persuaded Helen to leave her hus- band and home. She got on board of his vessel, and went with him to Troy as his wife. Of course, this wrongdoing could not bring happiness; and not only were they duly punished, but, as you will soon see, the crime of Paris brought suffering and death to his friends as well. When Menelaus came home and found that his guest had run away with his wife, he was very angry, and vowed that he would not rest until he had punished Paris and won back the beautiful Helen. He therefore made ready for war, and sent word to his friends and relatives to come and help him, telling them to meet him at Au'lis, a seaport, where they would find swift-sailing vessels to carry them across the sea to Troy. Menelaus. 44 XIV. THE MUSTER OF THE TROOPS. WHEN the neighboring kings and chiefs received Menelaus' message, they were delighted; for fighting was their only occupation, and they enjoyed the din of battle more than anything else. They began to collect their soldiers, polish their arms, and man their vessels. Then, inviting all who wished to join them, they started out for Aulis, where they formed a huge army. Each of the parties was led by its own king or chief. Some of these chiefs were very brave, and their names are still well known. The leading ones among them were Nes'tor, the wisest man of his day, to whom every one came for good advice; and U-lys'ses, the crafty or sly king, who was so clever that he could easily outwit all men. There were also A'jax, the strongest man of his time ; Thersander, the new king of Thebes, who came with the Epigoni; and Ag-a-mem'non, King of Mycenae, Mene- laus' brother, who was chosen chief of the whole army. The Greeks never began any undertaking without con- sulting the oracles to find out how it would end. Aga- memnon, therefore, consulted one of these soothsayers, who said that Troy would never be taken unless A-chil'les fought with the Greeks. When they heard this answer, the chiefs immediately asked who Achilles was, and they soon learned all about him. He was a young prince of whom it had been fore- told at the time of his birth that he would be the greatest warrior of his age, and that he would die young. His 45 mother, who loved him dearly, shed many tears when she heard these words, and made up her mind to do all she could to prevent this prophecy from coming true. She first carried Achilles, when but a baby, to the river Styx, for it was said that those who bathed in its waters could never be wounded. Afraid to let go of her child for fear he might drown, but anxious to make sure that the waters should touch every part of him, the mother plunged him into the rushing tide, holding him fast by one heel. This she held so tight that the waters never even wet it; and it was only long after, when too late to remedy it, that an oracle told her that Achilles could be wounded in his heel, which the waters of the Styx had not touched. As soon as this good mother heard the first news of the coming war, her heart was troubled ; for she knew that Achilles, who was now a young man, would want to join the army, and she was afraid of losing him. To prevent his hearing anything about the war, she persuaded him to visit the King of Scyros. There, under pretext of a joke, he was induced to put on girl's clothes, and to pretend that he was a woman. The Greeks, after hearing the oracle's words, sent messengers for Achilles ; but they could not find him, as he had left home, and no one would tell them where he had gone. As it was of no use to set out without him, according to the oracle's answer, which they thor- oughly believed, the army lingered at Aulis in despair. Ulysses, seeing that they would never start unless Achilles were found, now offered to go and get him. 4 6 Disguised as a peddler, with a pack upon his back, he went first to Achilles' home, where the chattering maids told him all he wished to know, and thence he went to the Island of Scyros. Achilles was so well disguised that Ulysses could not tell him from the king's daughters and their maids : so he made use of a trick to find him out. Among the trinkets in his pack, he put a sword of fine workmanship, and, entering the palace, spread out his wares before the admiring maidens. They all gathered about him ; but, while the real girls went into raptures over his orna- ments, Achilles grasped the sword, drew it from the scabbard, Carefully tested the blade, and swung it with a strong arm. Of course, Ulysses then easily saw that he was not a girl, and, slipping up to him, managed to whisper news of the coming war, and won his promise to join the army at Aulis in a few days. j^Kc XV. THE SACRIFICE OF IPHIGENIA. TRUE to his promise, Achilles soon came to Aulis with his well-trained soldiers, the Myr'mi-dons, and with him came his friend Pa-tro'clus. All were now eager to start, and ready to embark ; but unfortunately there was no favorable wind to fill their sails and waft them over to Asia Minor. Day after day they waited, and offered sacrifices to the gods, but all in vain. At last they again consulted 47 the oracle, who said that the wind would not blow until Iph-i-ge-ni'a, Agamemnon's daughter, were offered up in sacrifice to Di-an'a, goddess of the moon and the chase, whom this king had once offended. Agamemnon at first said that he would not sacrifice his daughter, but finally his companions persuaded him to do so. Just as the priest was about to kill the maiden on the altar, however, the goddess Diana came, and carried her off unharmed, leaving a deer to be sacrificed in her stead. The deer was killed, the wind rose, the sails filled, and the Greek fleet soon came within sight of the high walls and towers of Troy. There, contrary to their expecta- tions, the Greeks found the people ready to fight them ; but, after many days' struggle, they saw that they had made no great advance. On the wide plain which stretched out between the city and the sea, the Greek and Tro'jan armies fought many a battle ; and sometimes one party, and sometimes the other, had the victory. The men on both sides had been trained to handle their weapons with great skill, and there were many fights in which the Greek heroes met the bravest Trojans. Nine years passed thus in continual warfare, but even then the Greeks were as far from taking the town as on the first day ; and the Trojans, in spite of all their courage, had not been able to drive their enemies away. 4 8 XVI. THE WRATH OF ACHILLES. IN all their battles, the booty won by the Greeks from the enemy had been divided among the chiefs and soldiers, and on one occasion female slaves were given to Agamemnon and Achilles. These girls were not born slaves, but were captives of war reduced to slavery, as was then the custom ; for, while the men and boys were always killed, the women and girls were forced to be the servants of the victors. Now, it happened that the slave given to Agamemnon was the daughter of a priest of A-pol'lo. He was very sorry when he heard she had fallen into the hands 'of the Greeks, and sent a message to Agamemnon, offering to give him a large sum of money if he would only set her free. Agamemnon would not accept the money, and sent a rude message to the priest, who, in anger, asked Apollo to avenge this insult by sending a plague upon the Greeks. The god heard and granted this prayer, and soon all the soldiers in the Greek camp were suffer- ing from a terrible disease, of which many of them died.- As no remedy could relieve the sufferers, the Greek leaders consulted an oracle, to find out how the plague might be stopped. Then they learned that Apollo was angry with Agamemnon because he had refused to give up his slave, and that the Greeks would continue to suffer until he made up his mind to give her back to her father. Thus forced to give her up to save his men from fur- ther suffering and even from death, Agamemnon angrily 49 said he would take Achilles' slave instead, and he had her brought to wait upon him in his tent. Achilles, who wanted to save the Greeks from the plague, allowed the maiden to depart, warning Agamem- non, however, that he would no longer fight for a chief who could be so selfish and unjust. As soon as the girl had gone, therefore, he laid aside his fine armor; and although he heard the call for battle, and the din of fight- ing, he staid quietly within his tent. While Achilles sat thus sulking day after day, his com- panions were bravely fighting. In spite of their bravery, however, the Trojans were gaining the advantage; for, now that Achilles was no longer there to fill their hearts with terror, they fought with new courage. The Greeks, missing the bright young leader who always led them into the midst of the fray, were gradu- ally driven back by the Trojans, who pressed eagerly forward, and even began to set fire to some of the Greek ships. Achilles' friend, Patroclus, who was fighting at trie head of the Greeks, now saw that the Trojans, unless they were checked, would soon destroy the whole army, and he rushed into Achilles' tent to beg him to come and help them once more. His entreaties were vain. Achilles refused to move a step; but he consented at last to let Patroclus wear his armor, and, thus disguised, make a last attempt to rally the Greeks and drive back the Trojans. Patroclus started out, and, when the Trojans saw the well-known armor, they shrank back in terror, for they greatly feared Achilles. They soon saw their mistake, STO. OF GB. A. 5o however; and Hector, rushing forward, killed Patroclus, tore the armor off his body, and retired to put it on in honor of his victory. Then a terrible struggle took place between the Trojans and the Greeks for the possession of Patroclus' body. The news of his friend's death had quickly been carried to Achilles, and had roused him from his indifferent state. Springing upon the wall that stretched before the camp, he gave a mighty shout, at the sound of which the Trojans fled, while Ajax and Ulysses brought back the body of Patroclus. *©» XVII. DEATH OF HECTOR AND ACHILLES. THE next day, having secured armor and weapons, Achilles again went out to fight. His purpose was to meet Hector, and, by killing him, to avenge his dead friend, Patroclus. He therefore rushed up and down the battlefield; and when at last he came face to face with his foe, they closed in deadly fight. The two young men, each the champion warrior of his army, were now fight- ing with the courage of despair; for, while Achilles was thirsting to avenge his friend, Hector knew that the fate of Troy depended mostly upon his arm. The strug- gle was terrible. It was watched with breathless interest by the armies on both sides, and by aged Priam and the Trojan women from the walls of Troy. In spite of Hector's courage, in spite of all his skill, he was doomed to die, and soon he fell under the blows of Achilles. 5i Then, in sight of both armies and of Hector's weeping family, Achilles took off his enemy's armor, bound the dead body by the feet to his chariot, and dragged it three times around the city walls before he went back to camp to mourn over the remains of Patroclus. That night, guided by one of the gods, old King Priam came secretly into the Greek camp, and, stealing into Achilles' tent, fell at his feet. He had come to beg Achilles to give back the body of Hector, that he might weep over it, and bury it with all the usual ceremonies and honors. Touched by the old man's tears, and ready now to listen to his better feelings, Achilles kindly raised the old king, comforted him with gentle words, and not only gave back the body, but also promised that there should be a truce of a few days, so that both armies could bury their dead in peace. The funerals were held, the bodies burned, the usual games celebrated ; and when the truce was over, the long war was begun again. After several other great fights, Achilles died from a wound in his heel caused by a poisoned arrow that was treacherously shot by Paris. The sorrowing Greeks then buried the young hero on the wide plain between Troy and the sea. This spot has been visited by many people who admired the brave young hero of the Il'i-ad (see p. 60). 52 XVIII. THE BURNING OF TROY. AS the valor of the Greeks had proved of no avail during the ten-years' war, and as they were still as far as ever from taking Troy, Ulysses the crafty now proposed to take the city by a stratagem, or trick. The Greeks, obeying his directions, built a wooden horse of very large size. It was hollow, and the space inside it was large enough to hold a number of armed men. When this horse was finished, and the men were hidden in it, the Greeks all embarked as if to sail home. The Trojans, who had watched them embark and sail out of sight, rushed down to the shore shouting for joy, and began to wander around the deserted camp. They soon found the huge wooden horse, and were staring wonderingly at it, when they were joined by a Greek who had purposely been left behind, and who now crept out of his hiding place. In answer to their questions, this man said that his companions had deserted him, and that the wooden horse had been built and left there as an offering to Po-sei'don (or Nep'tune), god of the sea. The Trojans, believing all this, now decided to keep the wooden horse in memory of their long siege, and the useless attempt of the Greeks to take Troy. They therefore joyfully dragged the huge animal into the city ; and, as the gates were not large enough for it to pass through, they tore down part of their strong walls. 53 That very night, while all the Trojans were sleeping peacefully for the first time in many years, without any fear of a midnight attack, the Greek vessels noiselessly sailed back to their old moorings. The soldiers landed in silence, and, marching up softly, joined their compan- ions, who had crept out of the wooden horse, and had opened all the gates to receive them. Pouring into Troy on all sides at once, the Greeks now began their work of destruction, killing, burning, and steal- ing everywhere. The Trojan warriors, awakening from sleep, vainly tried to defend themselves; but all were killed except Prince yE-ne'as, who escaped with his family and a few faithful friends, to form a new kingdom in Italy. All the women, including even the queen and her daughters, were made prisoners and carried away by the Greek heroes. The men were now very anxious to return home with the booty they had won ; for they had done what they had long wished to do, and Troy, the beautiful city, was burned to the ground. All this, as you know, happened many years ago, — so many that no one knows just how long. The city thus destroyed was never rebuilt. Some years ago a German traveler began to dig on the spot where it once stood. Deep down under the ground he found the remains of beautiful buildings, some pottery, household utensils, weap- ons, and a great deal of gold, silver, brass, and bronze. All these things were blackened or partly melted by fire, showing that the Greeks had set fire to the city, as their famous old poems relate. The Greeks said, however, that their gods were very 54 angry with many of their warriors on account of the cruelty they showed on that dreadful night, and that many of them had to suffer great hardships be- fore they reached home. Some were tossed about by the winds and waves for many long years, and suffered shipwrecks. Oth- ers reached home safely, only to be murdered by relatives who had m\ taken possession of their thrones during their- long absence. Only a few among these heroes escaped with their lives, and wandered off to other countries to found new cities. Thus arose many Greek colonies in Sicily and southern Italy, which were called Great Greece, in honor of the country from which the first settlers had come. As you have already seen, Prince /Eneas was among these Trojans. After many exciting adventures, which you will be able to read in the " Story of Rome," he sailed up the Ti'ber River, and landed near the place where one of his descendants was to found the present capital of Italy, which is one of the most famous cities in the world. Cup. 55 XIX. HEROIC DEATH OF CODRUS. YOU remember, do you not, how the sons of Pelops had driven the Heraclidae, or sons of Hercules, out of the peninsula which was called the Peloponnesus ? This same peninsula is now called Mo-re'a, or the mul- berry leaf, because it is shaped something like such a leaf, as you will see by looking at your map. The Heraclidae had not gone away willingly, but were staying in Thessaly, in the northern part of Greece, where they promised to remain one hundred years without mak- ing any attempt to come back. Shortly after the end of the Trojan War, this truce of a hundred years came to an end ; and the Heraclidae called upon their neighbors the Dorians to join them, and help them win back their former lands. Led by three brave chiefs, the allies passed through Greece proper, along the Isthmus of Corinth, and, spread- ing all over the Peloponnesus, soon took possession of the principal towns. The leading members of the family of Hercules took the title of kings, and ruled over the cities of Argos, Mycenae, and Spar'ta. The Dorians, who had helped the Heraclidae win back their former possessions, now saw that the land here was better than their home in the mountains, so they drove all the rest of the Ionians out of the country, and settled there also. Thus driven away by the Dorians and the Heraclidae, these Ionians went to Athens, to the neighboring islands, and even to the coast of Asia Minor, south of the ruined 56 city of Troy, where they settled in great numbers. They called the strip of land which they occupied Ionia, and founded many towns, some of which, such as Eph'e-sus and Mi-le'tus, were destined to become famous. Of course, the Ionians were very angry at thus being driven away from home ; and those who had gone . to live in Athens soon asked Co'drus, the Athenian king, to make war -against the Heraclidae of Sparta. The two armies soon met, and prepared for battle. Codrus, having consulted an oracle, had learned that the victory would be given to the army whose king should be killed, so he nobly made up his mind to die for the good of his people. Instead of going into battle in royal dress, with his guards all around him, as was his habit, he dressed himself like an ordinary soldier, and went forward until he stood in the very first rank of the army. Then he rushed boldly into the midst of the foe. Of course, he was soon cut down; but the Athenians, seeing his courage, and learning why he had thus risked his life, fought with such valor that they defeated the Spar'tan forces, and forced them to retreat. The victory had been won; but the Athenians were so sorry to lose their beloved king, that they could not rejoice, and sadly returned home, carrying the body of Codrus. Such was the admiration of all the people for this act of royal courage, that they vowed they would never again call any one by the name of king. When Codrus had been buried, therefore, the Athe- nians-gave his son and heir the government of the city, 57 calling him archon, or chief for life, — a title which was borne by many rulers after him. The Spartans, who had come into Attica to fight the Athenians, retreated hastily after their defeat, and re- turned to their city, where they settled, forcing all the people who dwelt in the neighborhood either to leave the country or to serve them as their slaves. The return of the Heraclidae into the Peloponnesus is the last event of the Heroic Age, and now real history begins. After this, it is no longer necessary to try to find out the truth hidden in the old tales which were handed down from father to son, and which were the only fairy stories the Greek children knew ; for henceforth records were kept of all the principal events. . i&ic XX. THE BLIND POET. THREE or four centuries after the siege of Troy, there lived a poor old blind poet who wandered about from place to place, playing upon his lyre, and reciting wonderful verses which told about the adven- tures of the Greek heroes, and their great deeds during the Trojan War. We are told that this old man, whose name was Ho'mer, had not always been poor and blind, but that, having embarked by mistake upon a vessel manned by pirates, he not only had been robbed of all his wealth, and blinded, but had been left upon a lonely shore. By some happy chance, poor blind Homer found his 58 way to the inhabited parts of the country, where he soon won many friends. Instead of spending all his time in weeping over his troubles, Homer tried to think of some way in which he could earn his living, and at the same time give pleasure to others. He soon found such a way in telling the stories of the past to all who cared to listen to them. As the people in those days had no books, no schools, and no theaters, these stories seemed very wonderful. Little by lit- tle Homer turned them into verses so grand and beau- tiful that we admire them still ; and these he recited, accompany- ing himself on a lyre, which he handled with much skill. As he wan- dered thus from place to place, old and young crowded around him to listen to his tales; and some young men were so struck by them that they followed him everywhere, until they too could repeat them. This was quite easy to do, because Homer had put them into the most beautiful and harmonious language the world has ever known. As soon as these young men had learned a few of the tales, they too began to travel from place to place, telling them to all they met; and thus Homer's verses became well known throughout all Greece. Homer. 6o The Greeks who could recite Homer's poems went next to the islands and Asia Minor, stopping at every place where Greek was spoken, to tell about the wrath of Achilles, the death of Patroclus, Hector, or old Priam, the burning of Troy, the wanderings of Ulysses, and the return of the Greeks. Other youths learned the poems ; and so, although they were not written down for many a year, they were constantly recited and sung, and thus kept alive in the memory of the people. As for Homer, their author, we know but little about him. We are told that he lived to be very old, and that although he was poor as long as he lived, and forced to earn his living by reciting his songs, he was greatly honored after his death. His two great heroic poems — the Iliad, telling all about the Trojan War, and the Od'ys-sey, relating how Ulysses sailed about for ten years on his way home from Troy — were finally written down, and kept so care- fully that they can still be read to-day. Such was the admiration felt for these poems, that some years after Homer's death an attempt was made to find out more about him, and about the place where he was born. Fifty cities claimed the honor of giving him birth; but, although it was never positively found out where he was born, most people thought the Island of Chi'os was his birthplace. The Greek towns, wishing to show how much they admired the works of Homer, used to send yearly gifts to this place, the native land of the grandest poet the world has ever known. 6i XXI. THE RISE OF SPARTA. THE city of Sparta, founded in the days of the Pelasgians, and once ruled over by Menelaus and Helen, had fallen, as we have seen, into the hands of the Heraclidae when they came back to the Peloponne- sus after their exile of a hundred years. It was first governed by A-ris-to-de'mus, one of their three leaders; and, as records soon began to be kept, we know a great deal about the early history of this famous place. As the town had formerly belonged to the Heraclidae, and had been ruled by one of their ancestors, called Lac-e-dae'mon, they called it by his name, and the coun- try around it they named La-co'ni-a. Having won back the town by fighting, the Heraclidae said that they would attend to war and politics, and make the conquered people till the ground. The old inhabitants of Laconia, therefore, went on liv- ing in the country, where they sowed and harvested for the benefit of the Spartans. All the prisoners of war, however, became real slaves. They were obliged to serve the Spartans in every way, and were called He'lots. When Aristodemus died, his twin sons were both made kings ; and, as each of them left his throne to his descendants, Sparta had two kings, instead of one, from this time on. One member of the royal family, although he never bore the name of king, is the most noted man in Spartan history. This is Ly-cur'gus, the son of one ruler, the brother of another, and the guardian of an infant king named Char-i-la'us. 62 Lycurgus was a thoroughly good and upright man. We are told that the mother of the baby king once offered to put her child to death that Lycurgus might reign. Fearing for the babe's safety, Lycurgus made believe that he agreed to this plan, and asked that the child should be given to him to kill as he saw fit. Lycurgus, having thus obtained possession of the babe, carried him to the council hall. There the child was named king ; and Lycurgus promised that he would watch carefully over him, educate him well, and rule for him until he should be old and wise enough to reign alone. While he was thus acting as ruler, Lycurgus made use of his power to bring many new customs into Sparta, and to change the laws. As he was one of the wisest men who ever lived, he knew very well that men must be good if they would be happy. He also knew that health is far better than riches ; and, hoping to make the Spartans both good and healthy, he won them over little by little to obey a new set of laws, which he had made after visiting many of the neighboring countries, and learning all he could. *