'^ m-^m ^^■Ef^^--^ ■«^ w. -m '^^1 •jg ■' r^ VW. -vii. 5^^^^*^ I '^^^'^ ^-^ * K'^i. •^^i^- :;.(&> "SSi'- ■ '■ 'j< ^Am^i. w^ W: ^%* A^, X/Til'^J; ^i^M ^^^ ^mm^^^i^^ W^^^ W. dW^ m^A "~-!wryfr % :^ ■^^^1:^^^ Wr »i,«=rlj'ih'£_./ LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA I SAN DIEGO Pausanias and Cleonice.-^PAUSANIAS. I I PAUSAN lUS THE SPARTAN Ji2a!^t^>^ Sir EDWARDy BULWER LYTTON, Bart, CHICAGO AND NEW YORK: BELFORD, CLARKE & COMPANY, Publishers. TROWS PRINTrNG AND BOOKBIMDINQ COMPANY, ^EW YORK. DEDICATION. TO THE REVEREND BENJAMIN HALL KENNEDY. D.D., CANON OF ELY, AND REGIUS PROFESSOR OF GREEK IN THE UNI* VERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE. My dear Dr. Kennedy, — Revised by your helpful hand, and corrected by your accurate scholarship, to whom may these pages be so fitly inscribed as to that one of their au- thor's earliest and most honored friends,* whose generous assistance has enabled me to place them before the public in their present form ? It is fully fifteen, if not twenty, years since my father commenced the composition of an historical romance on the subject of Pausanias, the Spartan Regent. Circumstances, which need not here be recorded, compelled him to lay aside the work thus begun. But the subject continued to haunt his imagination and occupy his thoughts. He detected in it sin- gular opportunities for effective exercise of the gifts most peculiar to his genius ; and repeatedly, in the intervals of other literary labor, he returned to the task which, though again and again interrupted, was never abandoned. To that rare combination of the imaginative and practical faculties which characterized my father's intellect, and received from his life such varied illustration, the story of " Pausanias," in- deed, briefly as it is told by Thucydides and Plutarch, ad- dressed itself with singular force. The vast conspiracy of * The late Lord Lytton, in his unpublished autobiographical mem- oirs, describing his contemporaries at Cambridge, speaks of Dr. Kennedj as a " young giant of learning." ^ DEDTCA TION". the Spartan Regent, had it been successful, would have changed the whole course of Grecian history. To any stu- dent of political phenomena, but more especially to one who, during the greater part of his life, had been per sonally engaged in active politics, the story of such a conspiracy could not fail to be attractive. To the stu- dent of human nature the character of Pausanias himself offers sources of the deepest interest; and, in the strange career and tragic fate of the great conspirator, an imagina- tion fascinated by the supernatural must have recognized re- markable elements of awe and terror. A few months pre- vious to his death, I asked my father whether he had aban- doned all intention of finishing his romance of " Pausanias." He replied, " On the contrary, I am finishing it now," and entered, with great animation, into a discussion of the subject and its capabilities. This reply to my inquiry surprised and impressed me ; for, as you are aware, my father was then en- gaged in the simultaneous composition of two other and very different works, " Kenelm Chillingly " and the " Parisians." It was the last time he ever spoke to me about " Pausanias ; " but from what he then said of it I derived an impression that the book was all but completed, and needed only a few finish- ing touches to be ready for publication at no distant date. This impression was confirmed, subsequent to my father's death, by a letter of instruction about his posthumous papers which accompanied his will. In that letter, dated 1856, spe- cial allusion is made to " Pausanias " as a work already far advanced toward its conclusion. You, to whom, in your kind and careful revision of it, this unfinished work has suggested many questions which, alas ! I can not answer, as to the probable conduct and fate of its fictitious characters, will readily understand my reluctance to surrender an impression seemingly so -well justified. I did not, indeed, cease to cherish it until reiterated and exhaus- tive search had failed to recover from the " wallet " wherein Time " puts alms for oblivion " more than those few imper- fect fragments which, by your valued help, are here arranged in such order as to carry on the narrative of " Pausanias," with no solution of continuity, to the middle of the second volume. There the manuscript breaks off. Was it ever continued further? I know not. Many circumstances induce me to believe that the conception had long been carefully completed in the mind of its author ; but he has left behind him only a DEDrCA TIOAT. 5 very meagre and imperfect indication of the course which, beyond the point where it is broken, his narrative was in- tended to follow. In presence of this fact, I have had to choose between the total suppression of the fragment, and the publication of it in its present form. My choice has not been made without hesitation ; but I trust that, from many points of view, the following pages will be found to justify it. Judiciously (as I cannot but think) for the purposes of his fiction, my father has taken up the stor)^ of " Pausanias " at a period subsequent to the battle of Plataea ; when the Spar- tan Regent, as Admiral of the United Greek Fleet in the waters of Byzantium, was at the summit of his power and reputation. Mr. Grote, in his great work, expresses the opinion (which certainly cannot be disputed by unbiased readers of Thucydides) that the victory of Plataea was not at- tributable to any remarkable abilities on the part of Pau- sanias. But Mr. Grote fairly recognizes as quite exceptional the fame and authority accorded to Pausanias, after the battle, by all the Hellenic States, the influence which his name commanded, and the awe which his character inspired. Not to the mere fact of his birth as a HeracleicI,not to the lucky accident (if such it were) of his success at Platasa, and cer- tainly not to his undisputed (but surely by no means uncom- mon) physical courage, is it possible to attribute the peculiar position which this remarkable man so long occupied in the estimation of his contemporaries. For the little that we know about Pausanias we are mainly dependent upon Athenian writers, who must have been strongly prejudiced against him. Mr. Grote, adopting (as any modern historian needs must do) the narrative so handed down to him, never once pauses to question its estimate of the character of a man who was at one time the glory, and at another the terror, of all Greece. Yet in comparing the summary proceedings taken against Leotychides with the extreme, and seemingly pusillanimous, deference paid to Pausanias by the Ephors long after they possessed the most alarming proofs of his treason, Mr. Grote observes, without attempting to account for the fact, that Pausanias, though only Regent, was far more pow'erful than any Spartan King. Why so pow-erful ? Obviously, because he possessed uncommon force of character ; a force of character strikingly attested by every known incident of his career ; and which, when concentrated upon the conception and execution of vast designs (even if those designs be crim- inal), must be recognized as the special attribute of genius. 5 BE Die A TION. Thucydides, Plutarch, Diodorus, Grote, all these writers as cribe solely to the administrative incapacity of Pausanias that offensive arrogance which characterized his command at By- zantium, and apparently cost Sparta the loss of her maritime hegemony. But here is precisely one of those problems in public policy and personal conduct which the historian be- queaths to the imaginative writer, and which needs, for its solution, a profound knowledge rather of human nature than of books. For, dealing with such a problem, my father, in addition to the intuitive penetration of character and motive which is common to every great romance-writer, certainly possessed two qualifications special to himself: the habit of ^tzS^ixi^ practically with political questions, and experience in the active management of men. His explanation of the pol- icy of Pausanias at Byzantium, if it be not (as I think it is) the right one, is at least the only one yet offered, I venture to think that, historically, it merits attention ; as, from the imaginative point of view, it is undoubtedly felicitous. By elevating our estimate of Pausanias as a statesman, it in- creases our interest in him as a man. The author of " Pausanias " does not merely tell us that his hero, when in conference with the Spartan commission- ers, displayed " great natural powers which, rightly trained, might have made him not less renowned in council than in war," but he gives us, though briefly, the arguments used by Pausanias. He presents to us the image, always interesting, of a man who grasps firmly the clear conception of a definite but difficult policy, for success in which he is dependent on the conscious or involuntary co-operation of men impenetra- ble to that conception, and possessed of a collective author- ity even greater than his own. To retain Sparta temporarily at the head of Greece was an ambition quite consistent with the more criminal designs of Pausanias: and his whole con- duct at Byzantium is rendered more intelligible than it ap- pears in history, when he points out that " for Sparta to maintain her ascendency two things are needful : first, to continue the war by land ; secondly,to disgust the lonians with their sojourn at Byzantium, to send them with their ships back to their own havens, and so leave Hellas under the sole guar- dianship of the Spartans and their Peloponnesian allies." And who has not learned, in a later school, the wisdom of the Spartan commissioners ? Do not their utterances sound familiar to us? " Increase of dominion is waste of life and treasure. Sparta is content to hold her own. What care we DEDICA TIOX. 1 who leads the Greeks into blows ? The fewer blows, the better. Brave men fight if they must : wise men never fight if they can help it." Of this scene and some others in the first volume of the present fragment (notably the scene in which the Regent confronts the allied chiefs, and defends himself against the charge of connivance at the escape of the Persian prisoners), I should have been tempted to say that they could not have been written without personal experience of political life, if the interview between Wallenstein and the cSwedish embassadors in Schiller's great trilogy did not lecur to my recollection as I write. The language of the embassa- dors in that interview is a perfect manual of practical diplo- macy ; and yet in practical diplomacy Schiller had no per- sonal experience. There are, indeed, no limits to the creative power of genius. But it is perhaps the practical politician who will be most interested by the chapters in which Pausanias explains his policy, or defends his position. In publishing a romance which its author has left unfin- ished, I may perhaps be allowed to indicate briefly what I believe to have been the general scope of its design, and the probable progress of its narrative. The "domestic interest" of that narrative is supplied by the story of Cleonice : a story which, briefly told by Plutarch, suggests one of the most tragic situations it is possible to conceive. The pathos and terror of this dark, weird episode in a life which history herself invests with all the character of romance, long haunted the imagination of Byron, and elicited from Goethe one of the most whimsical illustrations of the astonishing absurdity into which criticism sometimes tumbles, when it " o'erleaps itself and falls o ' the other." Writing of Manfred and its author, he says : " There are, properly speaking, two females w'hose phantoms forever haunt him ; and which, in this piece also, perform principal parts. One under the name of Astarte, the other without form or actual presence, and merely a voice. Of the horrid occur- rence which took place with the former, the following is re- lated : When a bold and enterprising young man, he won the affections of a Florentine lady. Her husband discovered the amour, and murdered his wife. But the murderer was the same night found dead in the street, and there was no one to whom any suspicion could be attached. Lord Byron removed from Florence, and these spirits haunted hifn all his life after. This romantic incident is rendered highly probable by innumerable allusions to it in his poems ; as, for instance, 8 DEDICA TION, when turning his sad contemplations inward, he applies to himself the fatal history of the King of Sparta. It is as fol- lows : Pausanias, a Lacedgemonian general, acquires glory by the important victory at Plataea ; but afterward forfeits the confidence of his countrymen by his arrogance, obstinacy, and secret intrigues with the common enemy. This man draws upon himself the heavy guilt of innocent blood, which attends him to his end ; for, while commanding the fleet of the allied Greeks in the Black Sea, he is inflamed with a violent passion for a Byzantine maiden. After long resis- tance, he at length obtains her from her parents, and she is to be delivered up to him at night. She modestly desires the servant to put out the lamp, and, while groping her way in the dark she overturns it. Pausanias is awakened from his sleep : apprehensive of an attack from murderers, he seizes his sword and destroys his mistress. The horrid sight never leaves him. Her shade pursues him unceasingly ; and in vain he implores aid of the gods and the exorcising priests. That poet must have a lacerated heart who selects such a scene from antiquity, appropriates it to himself, and burdens his tragic image with it."* It is extremely characteristic of Byron that, instead of resenting this charge of murder, he was so pleased by the criticism in which it occurs that he afterwards dedicated " The Deformed Transformed " to Goethe. Mr. Grote re- peats the stor)' above alluded to, with all the sanction of his grave authority, and even mentions the name of the young lady ; apparently for the sake of adding a few black strokes to his character of Pausanias. But the supernatural part of the legend was, of course, beneath the notice of a nineteenth- century critic ; and he passes it by. This part of the story is, however, essential to the psychological interest of it. For whether it be that Pausanias supposed himself, or that con- temporary gossips supposed him, to be haunted by the phan- tom of the woman he had loved and slain, the fact in either case affords a lurid glimpse into the inner life of the man ; just as, although Goethe's murder-story about Byron is ludicrously untrue, yet the fact in either case affords a lurid glimpse into the inner life of the man ; just as, although Goethe's mur- der-story about Byron is ludicrously untrue, yet the fact that such a story was circulated, and could be seriously repeated by such a man as Goethe without being resented by Byron • xMoore's " Life and Letters of Lord Byron, " p. 723. DEDICA TION. g himself, offers significant illustration, both of what Byron was, and of what he appeared to his contemporaries. Grote also assigns the death of Cleonice to that period in the life of Pausanias when he was in the command of the allies at Byzantium, and refers to it as one of the numerous outrages whereby Pausanias abused and disgraced the authority con- fided to him. Plutarchj however, who tells the stor)' in greater detail, distinctly fixes the date of its catastrophe subsequent to the return of the Regent to Byzantium, as a solitary volunteer, in the trireme of Hermione. The follow- ing is his account of the affair : — " It is related that Pausanias, when at Byzantium, sought, with criminal purpose, the love of a young lady of good family, named Cleonice. The parents, yielding to fear or necessity, suffered him to carry away their daughter. Before entering his chamber, she requested that the light might be extinguished, and, in darkness and silence, she approached the couch of Pausanias, who was already asleep. In so doing, she accidentally upset the lamp. Pausanias, suddenly aroused from slumber, and supposing that some enemy was about to assassinate him, seized his sword, which lay by his bedside, and with it struck the maiden to the ground. She died of her wound ; and from that moment repose was banished from the life of Pausanias. A spectre appeared to him every night in his sleep, and repeated to him, in reproachful tones, this hexameter verse : "' Whither I wait thee, march, and receive the dooin thoti deservest : Soontr or later, but ever, to man critne bringfth disaster,^ The allies, scandalized by this misdeed, concerted with Cimon, and besieged Pausanias in Byzantium ; but he suc- ceeded in escaping. Continually troubled by the phantom, he took refuge, it is said, at Heraclea, in that temple where the souls of the dead are evoked. He appealed to Cleonice, and conjured her to mitigate his torment. She appeared to him, and told him that on his return to Sparta he would attain the end of his sufferings ; indicating, as it would seem, by these enigmatic words, the death which there awaited him. This" (adds Plutarch) " is a story told by most of the his- torians." * I feel, no iloubt, that this version of the story, or at least the general outline of it, would have been followed by the * Plutarch, " Life of Cimon." ,0 DEDICATION. romance, had my father lived to complete it. Some modi- fication of its details would doubtless have been necessary for the purposes of fiction. But that the Cleonice of the novel is destined to die by the hand of her lover is clearly indicated. To me it seems that considerable skill and judg- ment are shown in the pains taken, at the very opening of the book, to prepare the mind of the reader for an incident which would have been intolerably painful, and must have prematurely ended the whole narrative interest, had the character of Cleonice been drawn otherwise than as we find it in this first portion of the book. From the outset she ap- pears before us under the shadow of a tragic fatality. Of that fatality she is herself intuitively conscious, and with it her whole being is in harmony. No sooner do we recognize her real character than we perceive that, for such a character, there can be no fit or satisfactory issue from the ditBculties of her position, in any conceivable combination of earthly circumstances. But she is not of the earth, earthly. Her thoughts already habitually hover on the dim frontier of some vague spiritual region in which her love seeks refuge from the hopeless realities of her life ; and, recognizing this betimes, we are prepared to see above the hand of her ill- fated lover, when it strikes her down in the dark, the merciful and releasing hand of her natural destiny. " But, assuming the author to have adopted Plutarch's chronology, and deferred the death of Cleonice till the return of Pausanias to Byzantium (the latest date to which he could possibly have deferred it), this catastrophe must still have occurred somewhere in the course, or at the close, of his second volume. There would, in that case, have still re- mained about nine years (and those the most eventful) of his hero's career to be narrated. The premature removal of the heroine from the' narrative, so early in the course of it, would therefore, at first sight, appear to be a serious defect in the conception of this romance. Here it is, however, that the credulous gossip of the old biographer comes to the rescue of the modern artist. I apprehend that the Cleonice of the novel would, after her death, have been still sensibly present to the reader's imagination throughout the rest of the romance. She would then have moved through it like a fate, re-appear- ing in the most solemn moments of the story, and at all times apparent, even when unseen, in her visible influence upon the fierce and passionate character, the sombre turbu lent career, of her guilty lover. In short, we may fairly sup DEDICATION. H p.se that, in all the closing scenes of the tragedy, Cleonice would have still figured and acted as one of those supernat- ural agencies which my father, following the example of his great predecessor, Scott, did not scruple to introduce into the composition of historical romance.* Without the explanation here suggested, those metaphys- ical conversations between Cleonice, Alcman, and Pausa- nias, which occupy the opening chapters of Book 11. , might be deemed superfluous. But, in fact, they are essential to the preparation of the catastrophe ; and that catastrophe, if reached, would undoubtedly have revealed to any reflective reader their important connection with the narrative which they now appear to retard somewhat unduly. Quite apart from the unfinished manuscript of this story of Pausanias, and in another portion of my father's papers which have no reference to this story, I have discovered the following, undated, memorandum of the destined contents of the second and third volumes of the work. PAUSANIAS. VOL ir. Lysander — Sparta — Ephors — Decision to recall Pausanias. 60. Pausanias with Pharnabazes — On the point of success — Xerxes' daughter — Interview with Cleonice — Recalled. 60. Sparta — Alcman with his family. 60. Cleonice — Antagoras — Yields to suit of marriage. 60. Pausanias suddenly re-appears, as a volunteer — Scenes. 60. vol.. III. Pausanias removes Cleonice, etc. — Conspiracy against him — Up to Cleunice's death. 100. His expulsion from Byzantium — His despair — His journey into Thrace — Scythians, etc. .'' Heraclea — Ghost. 60. His return — to Colonce. ? Antagoras resolved on revenge — Communicates with Sparta. ? The * * * — Conference with Alcman — Pausanias depends on He lots, and money. 40. His return — to death. 120. * " Harold." 12 DEDICATION. This is the only indication I can find of the intended conckision of the story. Meagre though it be, however, it sufficiently suggests the manner in which the author of the romance intended to deal with the circumstances of Cleo- nice's death as related by Plutarch. With her forcible re- moval by Pausanias, or her willing flight with him from the house of her father, it would probably have been difficult to reconcile the general sentiment of the romance, in connec- tion with any circumstances less conceivable than those which are indicated in the memorandum. But, in such cir- cumstances, the step taken by Pausanias might have had no worse motive than the rescue of the woman who loved him' from forced union with another ; and Cleonice's assent to that step might have been quite compatible with the purity and heroism of her character. In this manner, moreover, a strong motive is prepared for that sentiment of revenge on the part of Antagoras whereby the dramatic interest of the story might be greatly heightened in the subsequent chap- ters. The intended introduction of the supernatural element is also clearly indicated. But, apart from this, fine oppor- tunities for psychological analysis would doubtless have oc- curred in tracing the gradual deterioration of such a char- acter as that of Pausanias when, deprived of the guardian influence of a hope passionate, but not impure, its craving for fierce excitement must have been stimulated by remorse- ful memories and impotent despairs. Indeed, the imperfect manuscript now printed contains only the exposition of a tragedy. All the most striking effects, all the strongest dramatic situations, have been reserved for the pages of the manuscript which, alas ! are either lost or unwritten. Who can doubt, for instance, how effectually, in the clos- ing scenes of this tragedy, the grim image of Alithea might have assumed the place assigned to it by history ? All that we now see is the preparation made for its effective presen- tation in the foreground of such later scenes, by the chapter in the second volume describing the meeting between Ly- sander and the stern mother of his Spartan chief. In Ly- sander himself, moreover, we have the germ of a singularly dramatic situation. How would Lysander act in the final struggle which his character and fate are already preparing for him, between patriotism and friendship, his fidelity to Pausanias, and his devotion to Sparta ? Is Lysander's fa- ther intended for that Ephor who, in tiie last moment, made the sign that warned Pausanias to take refuge in the temple dedication: h which became his living tomb ? Probably. Woul-d The- mistocles, who was so seriously compromised in the conspir- acy of Pausanias, have appeared and played a part in those scenes on which the curtain must remain unlifted? Possi- bly. Is Alcman the Helot who revealed to the Ephors the gigantic plots of his master just when those plots were on the eve of execution ? There is much in the relations be- tween Pausanias and the Mothon, as they are described in the opening chapters of the romance, which favors, and in- deed renders almost irresistible, such a supposition. But then, on the other hand, what genius on the part of the au- thor could reconcile us to the perpetration by his hero of a crime so mean, so cowardly, as that personal perfidy to which history ascribes the revelation of the Regent's far more ex- cusable treasons, and their terrible punishment .■* These questions must remain unanswered. The magician can wave his wand no more. The circle is broken, the spells are scattered, the secret lost. The images which he evoked, and which he alone could animate, remain before us incom- plete, semi-articulate, unable to satisfy the curiosity they in- spire. A group of fragments, in many places broken, you have helped me to restore. With what reverent and kindly care, with what disciplined judgment and felicitous sugges- tion, you have accomplished the difficult task so generously undertaken, let me here most gratefully attest. Beneath the sculptor's name allow me to inscribe upon the pedestal your own, and accept this sincere assurance of the inherited es- teem and personal regard with which I am, my dear Dr. Kennedy, Your obliged and faithful Lyiton. CiNTRA, ytdy ^th, 1875. PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. CHAPTER I. On one of the quays which bordered the unrivalled har- bor of Byzantium, more than twenty-three centuries before the date at which this narrative is begun, stood two Athe- nians. In the waters of the haven rode the vessels of the Grecian fleet. So deep was the basin, in which the tides are scarcely felt, * that the prows of some of the ships touched the quays, and the setting sun glittered upon the smooth and waxen surfaces of the prows, rich with diversi- fied colors and wrought gilding. To the extreme right of the fleet, and nearly opposite the place upon which the Athenians stood, was a vessel still more profusely orna- mented than the rest. On the prow were elaborately carved the heads of the twin deities of the Laconian mariner, Cas- tor and Pollux ; in the centre of the deck was a wooden edifice or pavilion, having a gilded roof and shaded by pur- ple awnings, an imitation of the luxurious galleys of the Barbarian ; while the parasemon, or flag, as it idly waved in the faint breeze of the gentle evening, exhibited the ter- rible serpent, which, if it was the fabulous type of demi- gods and heroes, might also be regarded as an emblem of the wily but stern policy of the Spartan State. Such was the galley of the commander of the armamei.t, which (after * Gibbon, ch. 17. 1 6 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. the reduction of Cyprus) had but lately wrested from the yoke of Persia that link between her European and Asiatic domains, that key of the Bosporus — " the Golden Horn " of Byzantine.* High above all other Greeks (Themistocles alone ex- cepted) soared the fame of that renowned chief, Pausa- nias. Regent of Sparta, and General of the allied troops at the victorious battle-field of Plataa. The spot on which the Athenians stood was lonely, and now unoccupied, save by themselves and the sentries stationed at some distance on either hand. The larger proportion of the crews in the various vessels were on shore ; but on the decks idly re- clined small groups of sailors, and the murmur of their voices stole, indistinguishably blended, upon the translucent air. Behind rose, one above the other, the Seven Hills, on which long afterward the Emperor Constantine built a sec- ond Rome ; and over these heights, even then, buildings were scattered of various forms and dates ; here the pillared temples of the Greek colonists, to whom Byzantium owed its origin, there the light roofs and painted domes which the Eastern conquerors had introduced. One of the Athenians was a man in the meridian of man- hood, of a calm, sedate, but somewhat haughty aspect; the other was in the full bloom of youth, of lofty stature, and with a certain majesty of bearing ; down his shoulders flowed a profusion of long curled hair, f diA'ided in the cen- tre of the forehead, and connected with golden clasps, in which was wrought the emblem of the Athenian nobles — the Grasshopper — a fashion not yet obsolete, as it had be- come in the days of Thucydides. Still, to an observer, there was something heavy in the ordinary expression of the handsome countenance. His dress differed from the earlier fashion of the lonians ; it dispensed with those loose linen garments which had something of effeminacy in their folds, and was confined to the simple and statuelike grace that characterized the Dorian garb. Yet the clasp that fastened the chlamys upon the right shoulder, leaving the arm free, was of pure gold and exquisite workmanship, * "'The harbor of Constantinople, which may be considered as an arm of the Bosporus, obtained in a very remote period the denomination of the Golden Ilorn. The curve which it describes might be compared to the horn of a stag, or, as it should seem, with more propriety, to that of an ox."— Gib., ch. 17 ; Strab.,1. x. t Ion aptid Plut. PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. ij and the materials of the simple vesture were of a quality that betokened wealth and rank in the wearer. " Yes, Cimon," said the elder of the Athenians, " yondei galley itself affords sufficient testimony of the change that has come over the haughty Spartan. It is difficult, indeed, to recognize in this luxurious satrap, who affects the dress, the manners, the very insolence of the Barbarian, that Pau- sanias who, after the glorious day of Platasa, ordered the slaves to prepare in the tent of Mardonius such a banquet as would have been served to the Persian, while his own Spartan broth and bread were set beside it, in order that he might utter to the chiefs of Greece that noble pleasantry, ' Behold the folly of the Persians, who forsook such splendor to plunder such poverty.' " * " Shame upon his degeneracy, and thrice shame ! " said the young Cimon, sternly. " I love the Spartans so well that I blush for whatever degrades them. And all Sparta is dwarfed by the effeminacy of her chief." " Softly, Cimon," said Aristides, with a sober smile, " Whatever surprise we may feel at the corruption of Pau- sanias, he is not one who will allow us to feel contempt. Through all the voluptuous softness acquired by intercourse with these Barbarians, the strong nature of the descendant of the demi-god still breaks forth. Even at the distaff I recognize Alcides, whether for evil or for good. Pausanias is one on whom our most anxious gaze must be duly bent. But in this change of his I rejoice ; the gods are at work for Athens. See you not that, day after day, while Pausanias disgusts the allies with the Spartans themselves, he throws them more and more into the arms of Athens ? Let his mad- ness go on, and ere long the violet-crowned city will become the queen of the seas."- " Such was my own hope," said Cimon, his face assuming a new expression, brightened with all the intelligence of am- bition and pride , " but I did not dare own it to myself till you spoke. Several officers of Ionia and the Isles have al- ready openly and loudly proclaimed to me their wish to exchange the Spartan ascendency for the Athenian." " And with all your love for Sparta," said Aristides, look- ing steadfastly and searchingly at his comrade; "you would not, then, hesitate to rob her of a glory which you might bestow on your own Athens ? " * Ilerod., ix. S2 l8 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. " Ah, am I not Athenian ? " answered Cimon, with a deep passion in his voice. " Though my great father perished a victim to the injustice of a faction — though he who had saved Athens from the Mede died in the Athenian dungeon — still, fatherless, I see in Athens but a mother ; and if her voice sounded harshly in my boyish years, in manhood I have feasted on her smiles. Yes, I honor Sparta, but I love Athens. You have my answer." " You speak well," said Aristides, with warmth ; " you are worthy of the destinies for which I foresee that the son of Miltiades is reserved. Be wary, be cautious ; above all, be smooth, and blend with men of every state and grade. I would wish that the allies themselves should draw the con- trast between the insolence of the Spartan chief and the courtesy of the Athenians. What said you to the Ionian officers ? " " I said that Athens held there was no difference be- tween to command and to obey, except so far as was best for the interests of Greece ; that, as on the field of Plataea when the Tegeans asserted precedence over the Athenians, wc, the Athenian army, at once exclaimed, through your voice, Aristides, * We come here to fight the Barbarian, not to dispute among ourselves ; place us where you will ' * — even so^now, while the allies give the command to Sparta, Sparta we will obey. But if we were thought by the Grecian States the fittest leaders, our answer would be the same that we gave at Platsea, ' Not we, but Greece be consulted : place us where you will ! ' " " O wise Cimon ! " exclaimed Aristides, " I have no cau- tion to bestow on you. You do by intuition that which I attempt by experience. But hark ! What music sounds in the distance ? The airs that Lydia borrowed from the East ? " " And for which," said Cimon, sarcastically, " Pausanias hath abandoned the Dorian flute." Soft, airy, and voluptuous were indeed the sounds which now, from the streets leading upward from the quay, floated along the delicious air. The sailors rose, listening and eager, from the decks ; there was once more bustle, life, and anima tion on board the fleet. From several of the vessels the trumpets woke a sonorous signal-note. In a few minutes the quays,before so deserted, swarmed with the Grecian mariners, * Plut., in Vit. Arist. PAUSANIAS. THE SPARTAN: '9 who emerged hastily, whether from various houses in the haven, or from the encamiDment which stretched along it, and hurried to their respective ships. On board the galley of Pausanias there was more especial animation ; not only mariners, but slaves, evidently from the Eastern markets^ were seen jostling each other, and heard talking, quick and loud, in foreign tongues. Rich carpets were unfurled and laid across the deck, while trembling and hasty hands smoothed into yet more graceful folds the curtains that shaded the gay pavilion in the centre. The Athenians looked on, the one with thoughtful composure, the other with a bitter smile, while these preparations announced the unex- pected, and not undreaded, approach of the great Pausanias. " Ho, noble Cimon ! " cried a young man who, hurrying toward one of the vessels, caught sight of the Athenians and paused. " You are the very person whom I most desired to see. Aristides too ! — we are fortunate." The speaker was a young man of slighter make and lower stature than the Athenians, but well shaped, and with features the partial effeminacy of which was elevated by an expression of great vivacity and intelligence. The steed trained for Elis never bore in its proportions the evidence of blood and rare breeding more visibly than the dark brilliant eye of this young man ; his broad, low, transparent brow, expanded nostril, and sensitive lip revealed the passionate and some- what arrogant character of the vivacious Greek of the .^gean Isles. " Antagoras," replied Cimon, laying his hand with frank and somewhat blunt cordiality on the Greek's shoulder, " like the grape of your own Chios, you can not fail to be welcome at all times. Biut why would you seek us now ? " " Because I will no longer endure the insolence of this rude Spartan. Will you believe it, Cimon — will you be- lieve it, Aristides ? Pausanias has actually dared to sen- tence to blows, to stripes, one of my own men — a free Chian —nay, a Decadarchus.* I have but this instant heard it. And the offence — gods ! the offcjice! — was that he ventured to contest with a Laconian, an underling in the Spartan army, which one of the two had the fair right to a wine-cask ! Shall this be borne, Cimon .-' " " Stripes to a Greek ! " said Cimon, and the color mounted to his brow. " Thinks Pausanias that the Ionian race are already his Helots ? " * Leader of ten men. ao PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN^. ** Be calm," said Aristides ; " Pausanias a]:)proaches. 1 will accost him." " But listen still ! " exclaimed Antagoras, eagerly, pluck ing the gown of the Athenians, as the latter turned away "When Pausanias heard of the contest between my soldier and his Laconian, what said he, think you ? ' Prior claim ; learn henceforth that, where the Spartans are to be found, the Spartans in all matters have the prior claim.' " " We will see to it," returned Aristides, calmly ; " bul keep by my side." And now the music sounded loud and near, and suddenly, as the procession approached, the character of that music altered. The Lydian measures ceased, those who had at- tuned them gave way to musicians of loftier aspect and simpler garb ; in whom might be recognized, not indeed the genuine Spartans, but their free, if subordinate, countrymen of Laconia ; and a minstrel, who walked beside them, broke out into a song, partially adapted from the bold and lively strain of Alcasus, the first two lines in each stanza ringing much to that chime, the two latter reduced into briefer com- pass, as, with allowance for the differing laws of national rhythm we thus seek to render the verse : SONG. Multitudes, backward I Way for the Dorian I Way for the Lord of rocky Laconia J Heaven to Hercules opened Way on the earth for his son. Steel and fate, blunted, break on his fortitude; Two evils only never endureth he — Death by a wound in retreating, Life with a blot on his name. Rocky his birthplace ; rocks are immutable ; So are his laws, and so shall his glory be. Time is the Victor of Nations, Sparta the Victor of Time. Watch o'er him heedful on the wide ocean, Brothers of Helen, luminous guiding stars; Dangerous to Truih are the fickle, Dangerous to Sparta the seas. Multitudes, backward ! Way for the Conqueror I Way for the footstep half the world fled before; Nothing tliat Phoebus can shine on Needs so much space as Renown. PA USA N/ AS, THE SPARTAN. 21 Behind the musicians came ten Spartans, selected from the celebrated three hundred who claimed the right to be stationed around the king in battle. Tall, stalwart, sheathed in armor, their shields slung at their backs, their crests of plumage or horse-hair waving over their strong and stern leaiures, these hardy warriors betrayed to the keen eye oi Aristides tlieir sullen discontent at the part assigned to them in the luxurious procession ; their brows were knit, their lips contracted, and each of them who caught the glance of the Athenians turned his eyes, as half in shame, half in anger to the ground. Coming now upon the quay, opposite to the galley of Pausanias, from which was suspended a ladder of silken cords, the procession halted, and, opening on either side, left space in the midst for the commander. " He comes," whispered Antagoras to Cimon. "By Her- cules ! I pray you survey him well. Is it the conqueror of Mardonius, or the ghost of Mardonius himself ?" The question of the Chian seemed not extravagant to the blunt son of Miltiades, as his eyes now rested on Pausanias. The pure Spartan race boasted, perhaps, the most superb models of masculine beauty which the land blessed by Apollo could afford. The laws that regulated marriage insured a healthful and vigorous progeny. Gymnastic discipline from early boyhood gave ease to the limbs, iron to the muscle, grace to the whole frame. Every Spartan, being born to command, being noble by his birth, lord of the Laconians, Master of the Helots, superior in the eyes of Greece to all other Greeks, was at once a Republican and an Aristocrat. Schooled in the arts that compose the presence, and give calmness and majesty to the bearing, he combined with the mere physical advantages of activity and strength a conscious and yet natural dignity of mien. Amidst the Greeks assembled at the Olympian contests, others showed richer garments, more sumptuous chariots, rarer steeds; but no state could vie with Sparta in the thews and sinews, the aspect and the majesty, of the men. Nor were the royal race, the descend- ants of Hercules, in external appearance unworthy of their countrymen and of their fabled origin. Sculptor and painter would have vainly tasked their imag- inative minds to invent a nobler ideal for the effigies of a hero than that which the Victor of Plataea offered to their inspira- tion. As he now paused amidst the group, he towered high above them all, even above Cimon himself. But in his 22 PA US A NI AS, THE SPARTAN. Stature there was nothing of the cumbrous bulk and stolid heaviness which often destroy the beauty of vast strength. Severe and early training, long habits of rig'd abstemiousness, the toils of war, and, more than all, perhaps, the constant play of a restless, anxious, aspiring temper, had left, undis- figured by superfluous flesh, the grand proportions of a frame, the very spareness of which had at once the strength and the beauty of one of those hardy victors in the wrestling or box- ing match, whose agility and force are modelled by discipline to the purest forms of grace. Without that exact and chiselled harmony of countenance which characterized perhaps the Ionic rather than the Doric race, the features of the royal Spartan were noble and commanding. His complexion was sunburned, almost to Oriental swarthiness, and the raven's plume had no darker gloss than that of his long hair, which (contrary to the Spartan custom), flowing on either side, mingled with the closer curls of the beard. To a scrutinizing gaze, the more dignified and prepossessing effect of this ex- terior would perhaps have been counterbalanced by an eye, bright indeed and penetrating, but restless and suspicious, by a certain ineffable mixture of arrogant pride and profound melancholy in the general expression of the countenance, ill according with that frank and serene aspect which best be- comes the face of one who would lead mankind. About him altogether — the countenance, the form, the bearing — there was that which woke a vague, profound, and singular interest, an interest somewhat mingled with awe, but not altogether un- calculated to produce that affection which belongs to admira- tion, save when the sudden frown or disdainful lip repelled the gentler impulse, and tended rather to excite fear, or to irritate pride, or to wound self-love. But if the form and features of Pausanias were eminently those of the purest race of Greece, the dress which he as- sumed was no less characteristic of the Barbarian. He wore, not the garb of the noble Persian race, which, close and sim- ple, was but a little less manly than that of the Greeks, but the flowing and gorgeous garments of the Mede. His long gown, which swept the earth, was covered with flowers wrought in golden tissue. Instead of the Spartan hat, the high Median cap or tiara crowned his perfumed and lustrous hair, while (what of all was most hateful to Grecian eyes) he wore, though otherwise unarmed, the curved cimeter and short dirk that were the national weapons of the Barbarian. And as it was not customary, nor indeed legitimate, for the Greeks PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 23 to wear weapons on peaceful occasions and with their ordi- nary costume, so this departure from the common practice had not only in itself something offensive to the jealous eyes of his comrades, but was rendered yet more obnoxious by the adoption of the very arms of the East. By the side of Pausanias was a man whose dark beard was already sown with gray. This man, named Gong}'lus, though a Greek — a native of Eretria, in EubcE — was in high command nuder the great Persian king. At the time of the Barbarian invasion under Datis and Artaphernes, he had deserted the cause of Greece, and had been rewarded with the lordship of four towns in yEolis. Few among the apostate Greeks were more deeply instructed in the language and man- ners of the Persians ; and the intimate and sudden friendship that had grown up between him and the Spartan was regarded by the Greeks with the most bitter and angry suspicion. As if to show his contempt for the natural jealousy of his country- men, Pausanias, however, had just given to the Eretrian the government of Byzantium itself, and with the command of the citadel had intrusted to him the custody of the Persian prisoners captured in that port. Among these were men of the highest rank and influence at the court of Xerxes ; and it was more than rumored that of late Pausanias had visited and conferred with them, through the interpretation of Gongylus, far more frequently than became the General of the Greeks. Gongylus had one of those countenances which are observed when many of more striking semblance are overlooked. But the features were sharp and the visage lean, the eyes vivid and sparkling as those of the lynx, and the dark pupil seemed yet more dark from the extreme whiteness of the ball, from which it lessened or dilated with the impulse of the spirit which gave it fire. There was in that eye all the subtle craft, the plot- ting and restless malignity, which usually characterized those Greek renegades who prostituted their native energies to the rich service of the Barbarian ; and the lips, narrow and thin, wore that everlasting smile which to the credulous disguises wile, and to the experience betrays it. Small, spare, and pre- maturely bent, the Eretrian supported himself by a staff, upon which now leaning, he glanced, quickly and pryingly, around, till his eyes rested upon the Athenians, with the young Chian standing in their rear. " The Athenian Captains are here to do you homage, Pau sanias," said he, in a whisper, as he touched with his smaU lean finger^-^ the arm of the Spartan, 24 FAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. Pausanias turned and muttered to himself, and at that in- stant Aristides approached. " If it please you, Pausanias, Cimon and myself, the leaders of the Athenians, would crave a hearing upon certain matters." " Son of I.ysimachus, say on." " Your pardon, Pausanias," returned the Athenian, lower- ing his voice, and with a smile — " this is too crowded a council- hall ; may we attend you on board your galley ? " " Not so," answered the Spartan, haughtily ; " the morning to affairs, the evening to recreation. We shall sail in the bay to see the moon rise, and if we indulge in consultations, it will be over our wine-cups. It is a good custom." " It is a Persian one," said Cimon, bluntly. " It is permitted to us," returned the .Spartan, coldly, " to borrow from those we conquer. But enough of this. I have no secrets with the Athenians. No matter if the whole city hear what you would address to Pausanias." " It is to complain," said Aristides with calm emphasis, but still in an undertone. " Ay, I doubt it not ; the Athenians are eloquent in grum- bling." " It was not found so at Platsa," returned Cimon. " Son of Miltiades," said Pausanias, loftily, " your wit outruns your experience. But my time is short. To the matter!" " If you will have it so, I will speak," said Aristides, rais- ing his voice. " Before your own Spartans, our comrades in arms, I proclaim our causes of complaint. Firstly, then, I demand release and compensation to seven Athenians, free- born and citizens, whom your orders have condemned to the unworthy punishment of standing all day in the open sun with the weight of iron anchors on their shoulders." " The mutinous knaves ! " exclaimed the Spartan. " They introduced into the camp the insolence of their own Agora, and were publicly heard in the streets inveighing against myself as a favorer of the Persians." "It was easy to confute the charge ; it was tyrannical to punish words in men whose deeds had raised you to the com- mand of Greece." " Their deeds ! Ye gods, give me patience ! By the help of Juno the Protectress, it was this brain and this arm that — But I will not justify myself by imitating the Athenian fashion of wordy boasting. Pass on to your next complaint." PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 25 " You have placed slaves — yes, Helots — around the springs, to drive away with scourges the soldiers that come for water." "Not so, but merely to prevent others from filling theii vases until the Spartans are supj^lied.'' " And by what right — ? " began Cimon, but Aristides checked him with a gesture, and proceeded. " That precedence is not warranted by custom, nor by the terms of our alliance ; and the springs, O Pausanias, are bounteous enough to provide for all. I proceed. You have formally sentenced citizens and soldiers to the scourge. Nay, this very day you have extended the sentence to one in act- ual command among the Chians. Is it not so, Antagoras ? " "It is," said the young Chian, coming forward boldly; " and in the name of my countrymen I demand justice." " And I also, Uliades of Samos," said a thick-set and burly Greek who had joined the group unobserved, " / de- mand justice. What, by the gods ! Are we to be all equals in the day of battle ? ' My good sir, march here ;' and, ' My dear sir, just run into that -breach ; ' and yet when we have won the victory and should share the glory, is one state, nay, one man, to seize the whole, and deal out iron anchors and tough cowhides to his companions ? No, Spartans, this is not your \'iew of the case ; you suffer in the eyes of Greece by this misconduct. To Sparta itself I appeal." " And what, most patient sir," said Pausanias, with calm sarcasm, though his eye shot fire, and the upper lip, on which no Spartan suffered the beard to grow, slightly quivered — " what is yoi/r contribution to the catalogue of complaints ? " "Jest not, Pausanias; you will find me in earnest," an- swered Uliades, doggedly, and encouraged by the evident effect that his eloquence had produced upon the Spartans themselves. " I have mef with a grievous wrong, and all Greece shall hear of it, if it be not redressed. My own brother, who at Mycale slew four Persians with his own hand, headed a detachment for forage. He and his men were met by a company of mixed Laconians and Helots, their forage taken from them, they themselves assaulted, and my brother, a man who has moneys and maintains forty slaves of his own, struck thrice across the face by a rascally Helot. Now, Pausanias, your answer! " " You have prepared a notable scene for the commander of your forces, son of Lysimachus," said the Spartan, ad- drcssmg himself to Aristides. " Far be it from me to affecl 25 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTA!^. the Agamemnon, but your friends are less modest in imita- ting the ven-erable model of Thersites. Enough " (and, changing the tone of his voice, the chief stamped his foot vehemently to the ground ) : " we owe no account to our in- feriors ; we render no explanation save to Sparta and her Ephors." " So be it, then," said Aristides, gravely ; "we have our answer, and you will hear of our appeal." Pausanias changed color. " How ? " said he, with a slight hesitation in his tone. " Mean you to threaten me — Me — with carrying the busy tales of your disaffection to the Spar- tan government .'' " " Time will show. Farewell, Pausanias. We will detain you no longer from your pastime." " But," began Uliades. " Hush, " said the Athenian, laying his hand on the Sa- mian's shoulder. '' We will confer anon." Pausanias paused a moment, irresolute and in thought. His eyes glanced toward his own countrymen, who, true to their rigid discipline, neither spake nor moved, but whose countenances were sullen and overcast, and at that moment his pride was shaken, and his heart misgave him. Gongylus watched his countenance and, once more laying his hand on his arm, said, in a whisper, — " He who seeks to rule never goes back." " Tush ! you know not the Spartans." " But I know Human Nature ; it is the same ever}'-where. You cannot yield to this insolence ; to-morrow, of your own accord, send for these men separately and pacify them." "You are right. Now to the vessel ! " With this, leaning on the shoulder of the Persian, and with a slight wave of his hand toward the Athenians — he did not deign even that gesture to the* island officers — Pausanias advanced to the vessel, and slowly ascending, disappeared within his pavilion. The Spartans and the musicians fol- lowed ; then, spare and swarthy, some half score of Egyp- tian sailors ; last came a small party of Laconians and He- lots, who, standing at some distance behind Pausanias, had not hitherto been observed. The former were but slightly armed ; the latter had forsaken their customary rude and savage garb, and wore long gowns and gay tunics, somewhat in the fasliion of the Lydians. With these last there was one of a mien and aspect that strongly differed from the lowering and ferocious cast of countenance common to th* PA us AN/AS, THE SPARTAN. 2; Helot race. He was of the ordinar}' stature, and his frame was not characterized by any appearance of unusual strength ; but he trod the earth with a firm step and an erect crest, as if the curse of the slave had not yet destroyed the inborn dignity of the human being. There were a certain delicacy and refinement, rather of thought than beauty, in his clear, sharp, and singularly intelligent features. In contradistinc- tion from the free-born Spartans, his hair was short, and curled close above a broad and manly forehead ; and his large eyes of dark blue looked full and bold upon the Athenians with something, if not of defiance, at least of pride in their gaze, as he stalked by them to the vessel. " A sturdy fellow for a Helot," muttered Cimon. " And merits well his freedom," said the son of Lysima chus. " I remember him well. He is Alcman, the foster- brother of Pausanias, whom he attended at Plata^a. Not a Spartan that day bore himself more bravely." " No doubt they will put him to death when he goes back to Sparta," said Antagoras. " When a Helot is brave, the Ephors clap the black mark against his name, and at the next crypteia he suddenly disappears." " Pausanias may share the same fate as his Helot, for all I care," quoth Uliades. " Well, Athenians, what say you to the answer we have received } " "That Sparta shall hear of it," answered Aristides. " Ah, but is that all.'' Recollect the lonians have the majority in the fleet ; let us not wait for the slow Ephors. Let us at once throw off this insufferable yoke, and proclaim Athens the Mistress of the Seas. What say you, Cimon ? " " Let Aristides answer." " Yonder lie the Athenian vessels," said Aristides. " Those who put themselves voluntarily under our protec- tion we will not reject. But remember we assert no claim ; we yield but to the general wish." " Enough ; I understand you," said Antagoras. " Not quite," returned the Athenian, with a smile. " The \ 'reach between you and Pausanias is begun, but it is not yet wide enough. You yourselves must do that which will annul all power in the Spartan, and then if ye come to Athens ye will find her as bold against the Doric despot as against the Barbarian foe." " But speak more plainly. What would ye have us do ? " asked Uliades, rubbing his chin in great perplexity. " Nay, nay, I have already said enough. Fare ye well, j8 pausanias, the spartan. fellow-countrymen," and, leaning lightly on the shoulder of Cimon, the Athenian passed on. Meanwhile, the splendid galley of Pausanias slowly put forth into the farther waters of the bay. The oars of the rowers broke the surface into countless phosphoric sparkles ; and the sound they made, as they dashed amidst the gentle waters, seemed to keep time with the song and the instru- ments on the deck. The lonians gazed in silence as the stately vessel, now shooting far ahead of the rest, swept into the centre of the bay. And the moon, just rising, shone full upon the glittering prow, and streaked the rippling billows over which it had bounded, with a light, as it were, of glory. Antagoras sighed. " What think you of ? " asked the rough Samian. '•' Peace, " replied Antagoras. " In this hour, when the fair face of Artemis recalls the old legends of Endymion, is it not permitted to man to remember that before the iron age came the golden, before war reigned love ? " " Tush ! " said Uliades. " Time enough to think of love when we have satisfied vengeance. Let us summon our friends, and hold council on the Spartan's insults. " " Whither goes now the Spartan } " murmured Antagoras abstractedly, as he suffered his companion to lead him away. Then, halting abruptly, he struck his clenched hand on his breast. " O Aphrodite ! " he cried; " this night — this night I will seek thy temple. Hear my vows — soothe my jealousy ! " " Ah, " grunted Uliades, " if, as men say, thou lovest a fair Byzantine, Aphrodite will have sharp work to cure thee of jealousy, unless she first makes thee blind. Antagoras smiled faintly, and the two lonians moved on slowly and in silence. In a few minutes more the quays were deserted, and nothing but the blended murmur spread- ing wide and indistinct throughout the camp, and a noisier but occasional burst of merriment from those resorts of obscener pleasure which were profusely scattered along the haven, mingled with the whispers of "the far resounding sea, ' PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 29 CHAPTER II. On a couch, beneath his voluptuous awning, reclined Pausanias. The curtains, drawn aside, gave to view the moonlit ocean and the dim shadows of the shore, with the dark woods beyond, relieved by the distant lights of the city. On one side of the Spartan was a small table, that supported goblets and vases of that exquisite wine which Maronea prof- fered to the thirst of the Byzantine ; and those cooling and delicious fruits which the orchards around the city supplied as amply as the fabled gardens of the Hesperides, were heaped on the other side. Toward the foot of the couch, propped upon cushions piled on the floor, sat Gongylus, conversing in a low, earnest voice, and fixing his eyes steadfastly on the Spartan. The habits of the Eretrian's life, which had brought him in constant contact with the Persians, had infected his very language with the luxuriant extravagance of the East. And the thoi:ghts he uttered made his language but too musical to the ears of the listening Spartan. " And fair as these climes may seem to you, and rich as are the gardens and granaries of Byzantium, yet to me who have stood on the terraces of Babylon and looked upon groves covering with blossom and fruit the very fortresses and walls of that queen of nations — to me, who have roved amidst the vast delights of Susa, through palaces whose very porticoes might enclose the limits of a Grecian city — who have stood, awed and dazzled, in the courts of that wonder of the world, that crown of the East, the marble magnificence of Persepolis — to me, Pausanias, who have been thus admitted into the very heart of Persian glories, this city of Byzantium appears but a village of artisans and fishermen. The very foliage of its forests, pale and sickly, the very moonlight upon these waters, cold and smileless — ah, if thou couldst but see ! But pardon me, I weary thee ? " ■ " Not so," said the Spartan, who, raised upon his elbow, listened to the words of Gongylus with deep attention. " Proceed." " Ah, if thou couldst but see the fair regions which the great king has apportioned to thy countryman, Demaratus. And if a domain that would satiate the ambition of the most craving of your earlier tyrants fall to Demaratus, what would 30 PA us A AU AS THE SPARTAN. be the splendid satrapy in which the conqueror of Platrca might plant his throne ? " " In truth, my renown and my power are greater than those ever possessed by Demaratus," said the Spartan, mus- ingly. " Yet," pursued Gongylus, " it is not so much the mere extent of the territories which the Xerxes could proffer to the brave Pausanias — it is not their extent so much that might tempt desire, neither is it their stately forests, nor the fertile meadows, nor the ocean-like rivers, which the gods of the East have given to the race of Cyrus. There, free from the strange constraints which our austere customs and solemn deities impose upon the Greeks, the beneficient Ormuzd scat- ters ever-varying delight upon the paths of men. All that Art can invent, all that the marts of the universe can afford of the rare and voluptuous are lavished upon abodes the splendor of which even our idle dreams of Olympus never shadowed forth. There, instead of the harsh and imperious helpmate to whom the joyless Spartan confines his reluctant love, all the beauties of every clime contend for the smile of their lord. And where- ever are turned the change-loving eyes of Passion, the Aphrodite of our poets, such as the Cytherean and the Cyprian fable her, seems to recline on the lotus leaf or to rise from the unruffled ocean of delight. Instead of the gloomy brows and the harsh tones of rivals envious of your fame, hosts of friends aspiring only to be followers will catch gladness from your smile or sorrow from your frown. There, no jarring contests with little men, who deem themselves the equals of the great, no jealous Ephor is found, to load the commonest acts of life with fetters of iron custom. Talk of liberty ! Liberty in Sparta is but one eternal servitude ; you cannot move, or eat, or sleep, save as the law directs. Your very children are wrested from you just in the age when their voices soimd most sweet. Ye are not men ; ye are machines. Call you this liberty, Pausanias .? I, a Greek, have known both Grecian liberty and Persian royalty. Better be chief- tain to a king than servant to a mob ! But in Eretria at least, pleasure was not denied. In Sparta the very Graces preside over discipline and war only." "Your fire falls upon flax," said Pausanias, rising, and with passionate emotion. " And if you, the Greek of a hap- pier state, you who know but by report the unnatural bondage to which the Spartans are subjected, can weary of the very name of Greek, what must be the feelings of one who from PA us A NI AS, THE SPARTAN. 31 the cradle upward has been starved out of the genial desires of life ? Even in earliest youth, while yet all other lands and customs were unknown, when it was duly poured into my ears that to be born a Spartan constituted the glory and the bliss of earth, my soul sickened at the lesson, and my reason revolted against the lie. Often when my whole body was lacerated with stripes, disdaining to groan, I yet yearned to strike, and I cursed my savage tutors who denied pleasure even to childhood with all the madness of impotent revenge. My mother herself (sweet name elsewhere) had no kindnes? in her face. She was the pride of the matronage of Sparta because of all our women Alithea was the most unsexed. When I went forth to my first crypteia, to watch, amidst the wintry dreariness of the mountains, upon the movements of the wretched Helots, to spy upon their sufferings, to take account of their groans, and if one more manly than the rest dared to mingle curses with his groans, to mark him for slaughter, as a wolf that threatened danger to the fold ; to lurk, an assassin, about his home, to dog his walks, to fall on him unawares, to strike him from behind, to filch away his life, to bury him in the ravines, so that murder might leave no trace ; when upon this initiating campaign, the virgin trials of our )'outh, I first set forth, my mother drew near, and gird- ing me herself with my grandsire's sword, ' Go forth,' she said, ' as the young hound to the chase, to wind, to double, to leap on the prey, and to taste of blood. See, the sword is bright ; show me the stains at thy return.' " " Is it, then, true, as the Greeks generally declare," in- terrupted Congylus, " that in these campaigns, or crypteias, the sole aim and object is the massacre of Helots ? " " Not so," replied Pausanias ; " savage though the cus- tom, it smells not so foully of the shambles. The avowed object is to harden the nerves of our youth. Barefooted, Hnattended, through cold and storm, performing ourselves the most menial offices necessar}'^ to life, we wander for a certain season daily and nightly through the rugged terri- tories of Laconia.* ^^'e go as boys — we come back as men. f The avowed object, I say, is inurement to hardship, but with this is connected the secret end of keeping watch on these half-tamed and bull like herds of men whom we call the Helots. If any be dangerous, we mark him for the * Plat. Leg. i., p. 633. See also Miiller's "Dorians," vol. ii , p. 41. \ Piieros pubercs — neque prius in urbem redire quam viri facti es sent. — Justin, iii , 3. 32 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. knife. One of them had thrice been a ringleader in revolt. He was wary as well as fierce. He had escaped in three succeeding crypteias. To me, as one of the Heraclidas, was assigned the honor of tracking and destroying him. For three days and three nights I dogged his footsteps (for he had caught the scent of the pursuers and fled), through forest and defile, through valley and crag, stealthily and relentlessly. I followed him close. At last, one evening, having lost sight of all my comrades, I came suddenly upon him as I emerged from a wood. It was a broad patch of waste land, through which rushed a stream "swol- len by the rains, and plunging with a sullen roar down a deep and gloomy precipice, that to the right and left bounded the waste, the stream in front, the wood in the rear. He was reclining by the stream, at which, with the hollow of his hand, he quenched his thirst. I paused to gaze upon him, and as I did so he turned and saw me. He rose and fixed his eyes on mine, and we examined each other in silence. The Helots are rarely of tall stature, but this was a giant. His dress, that of his tribe, of rude sheei> skins, and his cap, made from the hide of a dog, increased the savage rudeness of his appearance. I rejoiced that he saw me, and that, as we were alone. I might fight him fairly. It would have been terrible to slay the wretch if I had caught him in his sleep." " Proceed," said Gong}lus, with interest, for so little was known of Sparta by the rest of the Greeks, especially out- side the Peloponnesus, that these details gratified his nat- ural spirit of gossiping inquisitiveness. " * Stand ! ' said I, and he moved not. I approached him slowly. 'Thou art a Spartan,' said he, in a deep and harsh voice, 'and thou comest for my blood. Go, boy, go ; thou art not mellowed to thy prime, and thy comrades are far away. The shears of the Fatal deities hover over the thread, not of my life, but of thine.' I was struck, Gongy- his, by this address, for it was neither desperate nor das tardly, as I had anticipated ; nevertheless, it beseemed not a Spartan to fly from a Helot, and I drew the sword which my mother had girded on. The Helot watched my move- ments, and seized a rude and knotted club that lay on the ground beside him. " ' Wretch,' said I, ' darest tliou attack face to face a de sccndant of the Hcraclida.^ ? In me behold Pausanias, the son of Cleombrotus.' PAUSAiYlAS, THE SPARTAN. 33 (( ' Be it so ; in the city one is the god-born, the other the man-enslaved. On the mountains we are equals.' " * Knowest thou not,' said I, ' that if the gods condemned me to die by thy hand, not only thou, but thy whole house, thy wife and thy children, would be sacrificed to my ghost .-" " ' The earth can hide the Spartan's bones as secretly as Iht Helot's,' answered my strange foe. 'Begone, young and unfleshed in slaughter as you are ; why make war upon me ? My death can give you neither gold nor glory. 1 have never harmed thee or thine. How much of the ait and sun does this form take from the descendant of the Heraclidre .'' ' "'Thrice hast thou raised revolt among the Helots; thrice at thy voice have they risen in bloody, though fruit- less, strife against their masters.' " ' Not at my voice, but at that of the two deities who are the war-gods of slaves — Persecution and Despair.'* " Impatient of this parley, I tarried no longer. I sprung upon the Helot. He evaded my sword, and I soon found that all my agility and skill were requisite to save me from the massive weapon one blow of which would have sufficed to crush me. But the Helot seemed to stand on the de- fensive, and continued to back toward the wood from which I had emerged. Fearful lest he would escape me, I pressed hard on his footsteps. My blood grew wMrm ; my fury got the better of my prudence. My foot stumbled ; I re- covered in an instant, and, looking up, beheld the terrible club suspended over my head ; it might have fallen, but the stroke of death was withheld. I misinterpreted the merciful delay ; the lifted arm left the body of my enemy exposed. I struck him on the side; the thick hide blunted the stroke, but it drew blood. Afraid to draw back within the reach of his weapon, I threw myself on him, and grap- pled to his throat. We rolled on the earth together; it was but a moment's struggle. Strong as I was even in boyhood, the Helot would have been a match for Alcides. A shade passed over my eyes; my breath heaved short. The slave was kneeling on my breast, and, dropping the club, he drew a short knife from his girdle. I gazed upon * When Themistocles sought to extort tribute from the Andrians, he said, " I bring with me two powerful ods — Persuasion and Force." "And on our side," was the answer, " are two deities not less powerful— Tovertyand Despair.' " 34 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. him grim and mute. 1 was conquered, and I cared not foi the rest. "The blood from his side, as he bent over me, trickled down upon my face. '• 'And this blood,' said the Helot, 'you shed in the very moment when I spared your life : such is the honor of a Spartan. Do you not deserve to die ? ' " ' Yes, for 1 am subdued, and by a slave. Strihc. ! ' "'There,' said the Helot, in a melancholy and altered tone, ' there sjDeaks the soul of the Dorian, the fatal spirit to which the gods have rendered up our wretched race. We are doomed — doomed — and one victim will not expiate our curse. Rise, return to Sparta, and forget that thou art mnocent of murder.' " He lifted his knee from my breast, and I rose, ashamed and humbled. " At that instant 1 heard the crashing of the leaves in the wood, for the air was exceedingly still. I knew that my companions were at hand. ' Fly,' I cried ; ' fly. If they come I cannot save thee, royal though I be. Fly.' "'And wouldest thou save me! ' said the Helot in sur- prise. ^ " ' Ay, with my own life. Canst thou doubt it ? Lose not a moment. Fly. Yet stay ;' and I tore off a part of the woolen vest that I wore. ' Place this at thy side ; stanch the blood, that it may not track thee. Now, begone !' "The Helot looked hard at me, and I thought there were tears in his rude eyes ; then, catching up the club with as much ease as I this staff, he sped with inconceivable ra- pidity, despite his wound, toward the precipice on the right, and disappeared amidst the thick brambles that clothed the gorge. In a few moments three of my companions ap- ]iroached. They found me exhausted, and panting rather v.ith excitement than fatigue. Their quick eyes detected llie blood upon the ground. I gave them no time to pause and examine. ' He has escaped me — he has fled,' I cried : * follow,' and I led them to the opposite part of the ])iecipice {'rom that which the Helot had taken. Heading the search 1 pretended to catch a glimpse of the goatskin ever and anon through the trees, and I stayed not the pursuit till night grew dark, and I judged the victun was far away." " And he escaped .'' " " He did. The crypteia ended. Tliree other Helots were slain, but not by me. We returned to Sparta, and my PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 35 mother was comforted for my misfortune in not having' slain my foe by seeing the stains on my grandsire's sword. I will tell thee a secret, Gongylus" — and here Pausanias lowered his voice, and looked anxiously toward him — " since that day I have not hated the Helot race. Nay, it may be that I have loved them better than the Dorian." " I do not wonder at it. But has not your wounded giant yet met with his death t " " No, I nev^er related what had passed between us to any one save my father. He was gentle for a Spartan, and he rested not till Gylippus — so was the Helot named — obtained exemption from the black list. He dared not, however, at- tribute his intercession to the true cause. It happened, fortunately, that Gylippus was related to my own foster- brother, Alcman, brother to my nurse ; and Alcman is cele- brated in Sparta, not only for courage in war, but for arts in peace. He is a poet, and his strains please the Dorian '^ar, for they are stern and simple, and they breathe of war. Alcman's merits won forgiveness for the offenses of Gylip- pus. May the gods be kind to his race ! " " Your Alcman seems one of no common intelligence, and your gentleness to him does not astonish me, though it seems often to raise a frown on the brows of your Spartans." " We have lain on the same bosom," said Pausanias, touchingly, " and his mother was kinder to me than my own. You must know that to those Helots who have been our foster-brothers, and whom we distinguish by the name of Mothons, our stern law relaxes. They have no rights of citizenship, it is true, but they cease to be slaves ; * nay, sometimes they attain not only to entire emancipation, but to distinction. Alcman has bound his fate to mine. But to return, Gongylus. I tell thee that it is not thy descriptions of pomp and dominion that allure me, though I am not above the love of power ; neither is it thy glowing promises, though blood too wild for a Dorian runs riot in mv veins : but it is my deep loathing, my inexpressible disgust for Sparta and her laws, my horror at the thought of wearing away life in those sullen customs, amidst that joyless round of tyrannic duties, in my rapture at the hope of escape, of life in a land which the eye of the Ephor never pierces ; this it is, and this alone, O Persian, that makes me (the words must out) a * The appellation of Mothons was not confined to the Helots who claimed the connection of foster-brothers, but was given also to house hold slaves. 36 FAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. traitor to my country — one who dreams of becoming a dependent on her foe," " Nay," said Gongyhis, eagerly ; for here Pausanias moved uneasily, and the color mounted to his brow. " Nay, speak not of dependence. Consider the proposals that you can alone condescend to offer to the great king. Can the conqueror of Platasa, with millions for his subjects, hold him- self dependent, even on the sovereign of the East ? How, hereafter, will the memories of our sterile Greece and your rocky Sparta fade from your mind ; or be remembered only as a state of thralldom and bondage, which your riper man- hood has outgrown ! " " I will try to think so, at least," said Pausanias, gloom- ily. " And, come what may, I am not one to- recede. 1 have thrown my shield into a fearful peril ; but I will win it back or perish. Enough of this, Gongylus. Night advances. I will attend the appointment you have made. Take the boat, and within an hour I will meet you with the prisoners at the spot agreed on, near the Temple of Aphrodite. All things are prepared ? "' "All," said Gongylus, rising, with a gleam of malignant joy on his dark face. " I leave thee, kingly slave of the rocky Sparta, to prepare the way for thee, as Satrap of hall the East." So saying, he quit the awning, and motioned three Egyptian sailors who lay on the deck without. A boat was lowered, and the sound of its oars woke Pausanias fi om the reverie into which the parting words of the Eretri in had plunged his mind. CHAPTER HI. With a slow and thoughtful step, Pausanias pass>id on to the outer deck. The moon was up, and the vessel scarcely seemed to stir, so gently did it glide along the sparkling waters. They were still within the bay, and the shores rose, white and distinct, to his view. A group of Spartans>, reclin- ing by the side of the ship, were gazing listlessl) on the waters. The Regent paused beside them. PAUSANIAS, THE spartan: 37 " Ye weary of the ocean, methinks," said he. " We Dor ians have not the merchant tastes of the lonians."* " Son of Cleombrotus," said one of the group, a Spartan whose rank and services entitled him to more than ordinary- familiarity with the chief, " it is not the ocean itself that we should dread; it is the contagion of those who, living on the element, seem to share in its ebb and flow. The lonians are never three hours in the same mind." " For that reason," said Pausanias, fixing his eyes stead- fastly on the Spartan, " for that reason I have judged it ad- visable to adopt a rough manner with these innovators, to draw with a broad chalk the line between them and the Spartans, and to teach those who never knew discipline the stern duties of obedience. Think you I have done wisely ? " The Spartan, who had risen when Pausanias addressed him, drew his chief a little aside from the rest. " Pausanias," said he, " the hard Naxian stone best tames and tempers the fine steel ;t but the steel may break if the workman be not skilful. These Athenians are grown inso- lent since Marathon, and their soft kindred of Asia have re- lighted the fires they took of old from the Cecropian Pryt- aneum. Their sail is more numerous than ours ; on the sea they find the courage they lose on land. Better be gentle with those wayward allies, for the Spartan greyhound shows not his teeth but to bite." " Perhaps you are right. I w-ill consider these things, and appease the mutineers. But it goes hard with my pride, Thrasyllus, to make equals of this soft-tongued race. Why, these lonians, do they not enjoy themselves in perpetual holi- days ? — spend days at the banquet ? — ransack earth and sea for dainties and for perfumes ? — aad shall they be the equals of us men, who, from the age of seven to that of sixty, are wisely taught to make life so barren and toilsome that we may well have no fear of death ? I hate these sleek and merry feast-givers ; they are a perpetual insult to our solemn existence." There was a strange mixture of irony and passion in the Spartan's voice as he thus spoke, and Thrasyllus looked at him in grave surprise. " There is nothing to envy in the woman-like debauch- eries of the Ionian," said he, after a pause. * No Spartan served as a sailor, or indeed condescended to any trade or calling but that of war. t Find." Isth, V. (vi.)73. 38 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. " Envy ! no ; we only hate them, Thrasyllus. Yon Ere trian tells me rare things of the East. Time may come when we shall sup on the black broth in Susa." " The gods forbid ! Sparta never invades. Life with iis is too precious, for we are few. Pausanias, I would we were well quit of Byzantium. I do not suspect you, not I ; but there are those who look with vexed eyes on those garments, and I, who love you, fear the sharp jealousies of the Ephors, to whose ears the birds carry all tidings." " My poor Thrasyllus," said Pausanias, laughing scornful- ly, " think you that I wear these robes, or mimic the Median manners, for love of the Mede .' No, no ! But there are arts which save countries as well as those of war. This Gongy- lus is in the confidence of Xerxes. I desire to establish a peace for Greece upon everlasting foundations. Reflect ; Persia hath Millions yet left. Another invasion may find a different fortune ; and, even at the best, Sparta gains noth- ing by these wars. Athens triumphs, not Lacedaemon. I would, I say, establish a peace with Persia. I would that Sparta, not Athens, should have that honor. Hence these flatteries to the Persian — trivial to us who render them, sweet and powerful to those who receive. Remember these words hereafter, if the Ephors make question of my discretion. And now, Thrasyllus, return to our friends, and satisfy them as to the conduct of Pausanias." Quitting Thrasyllus, the Regent now joined a young Spar- tan who stood alone by the prow in a musing attitude. " Lysander, my friend, my only friend, my best-loved Lysander," said Pausanias, placing his hand on the Spartan's shoulder. " And why so sad .-" " " How many leagues are we from Sparta ? " answered Ly- sander, mournfully. " And canst thou sigh for the black broth, my friend } Come, how often hast thou said, ' Where Pausanias is, there is Sparta ! ' " " Forgive me, I am ungrateful," said Lysander, with warmth. My benefactor, my guardian, my hero, forgive me if I have added to your own countless causes of anxiety. Wherever you are, there is life, and there glory. When I was just born, sickly and feeble, I was exposed on Taygetus. You, then a boy, heard my faint cry, and took on me that compas- sion which my parents had forsworn. You bore me to your father's roof, you interceded for my life. You prevailed even on your stern mother. I was saved ; and the gods smiled PAUSAN'.'AS, THE SPARTAN. 35 upon the infant whom the son of the humane Hercules pro- tected. I grew up strong and hardy, and belied the signs of my birth. My parents then owned me ; but still you were my fosterer, my saviour, my more than father. As I grew up placed under your care, I inbibed my first lesson of war. By your side I fought, and from your example I won glory. Yes Pausanias, even here, amidst luxuries which revolt me more than the Parthian bow and the Persian sword, even amidst the faces of the stranger, I still feel thy presence my home, thyself my Sparta." The proud Pausanias was touched, and his voice trembled as he replied, " Brother in arms and in love, whatever service fate may have allowed me to render unto thee, thy high na- ture and thy cheering affection have more than paid me back. Often in our lonely rambles amidst the dark oaks of the sacred Scotitos, * or by the wayward waters of Tiasa, f w'hen I have poured into thy faithful breast my impatient loathing, my ineffable distaste for the iron life, the countless and wear- isome tyrannies of custom which surround the Spartans, of- ten have I found a consoling refuge in thy divine content- ment, thy cheerful wisdom. Thou lovest Sparta ; why is she not worthier of thy love ? Allowed only to be half men, in war we are demi-gods ; in peace, slaves. Thou wouldst in- terrupt me. Be silent. I am in a wilful mood ; thou canst not comprehend me, and I often marvel at thee. Still we are friends, such friends as the Dorian discipline, which makes friendship necessary in order to endure life, alone can form. Come, take up thy staff and mantle. Thou shalt be my compan- ion ashore. I seek one whom alone in the world I love better than thee. To-morrow to stern duties once more. Alcman shall row us across the bay ; and as we glide along, if thou wilt praise Sparta, I will listen to thee as the lonians listen to their tale-tellers. Ho ! Alcman, stop the rowers, and lower the boat." The orders were obeyed, and a second boat soon darted toward tlie same part of the bay as that to which the one that bore Gong}dus had directed its course. Thrasyllus and his companions watched the boat that bore Pausanias and his two comrades, as it bounded, arrow-like, over the glassy sea. " Whither goes Pausanias ? " asked one of the Spartans. " Back to Byzantium on business," replied Thrasyllus. " And we ? " *Paus. , Lac.x. t Ibid., c. xviii- 40 FAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. " Are to cruise in the bay *^M1 his return." " Pausanias is changed." " Sparta will restore him to what he was. Nothing thrives out of Sparta. Even man spoils." "True, sleep is the sole constant friend, the same in all climates." CHAPTER IV. On the shore to the right of the port of Byzantine were at that time thickly scattered the villas or suburban retreats of the wealthier and more luxurious citizens. Byzantine was originally colonized by the Megarians, a Dorian race kindred with that of Sparta ; and the old features of the pure and antique Hellas were still preserved in the dialect,* as well as in the forms, of the descendants of the colonists ; in their favorite deities and rites and traditions; even in the names of places, transferred from the sterile Megara to that fertile coast ; in the rigid and Helot-like slavery to which the native Bithnians were subjected ; and in the attachment of their masters to the oligarchic principles of government. Nor was it till long after the present date that democracy in its most corrupt and licentious form was introduced among them. But like all the Dorian colonies, when once they de- parted from the severe and masculine mode of life inheri- ted from their ancestors, the reaction was rapid, the degen- eracy complete. Even then the Byzantines, intermingled with the foreign merchants and traders that thronged theii haven, and womanized by the soft contagion of the East, v/ere voluptuous, timid, and prone to every excess save that of valor. The higher class were exceedingly wealthy, and gave to their vices or their pleasures a splendor and refine- ment of which the elder states of Greece were as yel uncon- scious. At a later period, indeed, we are informed tnat the Byzantine citizens had their habitual residence in the public hostels, and let their houses — not even taking the trouble to *" The Byzantine dialect was in the time of Philip, as we know from the decree in Demosthenes, rich in Dorisms." — MULLER on the Doric Dialect. PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: 41 remove their wives — to the strangers who crowded their gay capital. And when their general found it necessary to de- mand their aid on the ramparts, he could only secure their attendance by ordering the taverns and cookshops to be re- moved to the place of duty. Not yet so far sunk in sloth and debauch, the Byzantines were nevertheless hosts emi- nently dangerous to the austerer manners of their Greek visitors. The people, the women, the delicious wine, the balm of the subduing climate, served to tempt the senses and relax the mind. Like all the Dorians, when freed from primitive restraint, the higher class, that is, the descendants of the colonists, were in themselves an agreeable, jovial race. They had that strong bias to humor, to jest, to satire, which in their ancestral Megara gave birth to the Grecian comedy, and which lurked even beneath the pithy aphorisms and rude merry-makings of the severe Spartan. Such were the people with whom of late Pausanias had familiarly mixed, and with whose manners he contrasted, far too favorably for his honor and his peace, the habits of his countrymen. It was in one of the villas we have described, the favorite abode of the rich Diagoras, and in an apartment connected with those more private recesses of the house appropriated to the females, that two persons were seated by a window which commanded a wide view of the glittering sea below. One of these was an old man in a long robe that reached to his feet, with a bald head, and a beard in which some dark hairs yet withstood the encroachments of the gray. In his well-cut features and large eyes were remains of the beauty that characterized his race ; but the mouth was full and wide, the forehead low though broad, the cheeks swollen, the chin double, and the whole form corpulent and unwieldly. Still there was a jolly, sleek good-humor about the aspect of the man that prepossessed you in his favor. This personage, who was no less than Diagoras himself, was reclining lazily upon a kind of narrow sofa cunningly inlaid with ivory, and studying new combinations in that scientific game which Palamedes is said to have invented at the siege of Troy. Bis companion was of a very different appearance. She was a girl who to the eye of a Northern stranger migh* have seemed about eighteen, though she was probably much young- er, of a countenance so remarkable for intelligence that it was easy to see that her mind had outgrown her years. Beautiful she certainly was, yet scarcely of that beauty fiom 4a PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN; which the Greek sculptor would have drawn his models. 'J'he features were not strictly regular, and yet so harmo- niously did each blend with each, that to have amended one would have spoiled the whole. There was in the fulness and depth of the large but genial eye, with its sweeping fringe, and straight, slightly chiselled brow, more of Asia than of Greece. The lips, of the freshest red, were somewhat full and pouting, and dimples without number lay scattered round them — lurking-places for the loves. Her complexion was clear, though dark ; and the purest and most virgin bloom mantled, now paler, now richer, through the soft surface. At the time we speak of she was leaning against the open door with her arms crossed on her bosom, and her face turned toward the Byzantine. Her robe, of a deep yellow, so trying to the fair women of the North, became well the glowing colors of her beauty — the damask cheek, the purple hair. Like those of the lonians, the sleeves of the robe, long and loose, descended to her hands, which were marvellously small and delicate. Long earrings, which terminated in a kind of berry, studded with precious stones, then common only with the women of the East ; a broad collar, or neck- lace, of the smaragdus, or emerald ; and large clasps, me- dallion-like, where the swanlike throat joined the graceful shoulder, gave to her dress an appearance of opulence and splendor that betokened how much the ladies of Byzantine had borrowed from the fashions of the Oriental world. Noth- ing could exceed the lightness of her form, rounded, it is true, but slight and girlish ; and the high instep, with the slender foot so well set off by the embroidered sandal, would have suited such dances as those in which the huntress nymphs of Delos moved around Diana. The natural ex- pression of her face, if countenance so mobile and change- ful had one expression more predominant than another, ap- peared to be irresistibly arch and joyous, as of one full of youth and conscious of her beauty ; yet, if a cloud came over the face, nothing could equal the thoughtful and deep sadness of the dark abstracted eyes, as if some touch of higher and more animated emotion — such as belongs to pride, or courage, or intellect — vibrated on the heart. The color rose, the form dilated, the lip quivered, the eye flashed light, and the mirthful expression heightened almost into the sublime. Yet lovely as Cleonice was deemed at Byzan- tium, lovelier still as she would have appeared in modern eyes, she failed in what the Greeks generally, but especia ly PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: 43 the Spartans, deemed an essential of beauty — in height ot stature. Accustomed to look upon the virgin but as the future mother of a race of warriors, the Spartans saw beauty only in those proportions which promised a robust and stately progeny ; and the reader may remember the well- known story of the opprobrious reproaches, even, it is said, accompanied with stripes, which the P^.phors addressed to a Spartan king for presuming to make choice of a wife below the ordinary stature. Cleonice was small and delicate, rather like the Peri of the Persian than the sturdy Grace of the the Dorian. But her beauty was her least charm. She had all that feminine fascination of manner, wayward, varying, inexpressible, yet irresistible, which seizes hold of the im- agination as well as the senses, and which has so often made willing slaves of the proud rulers of the world. In fact Cleonice, the daughter of Diagoras, had enjoyed those ad vantages of womanly education wholly unknown at that time to the free-born ladies of Greece proper, but which gave to the women of some of the Isles and Ionian cities their celebrity in ancient story. Her mother was of Miletus, famed for the intellectual cultivation of the sex no less than for their beauty — of Miletus, the birthplace of Aspasia — of Miletus, from which those remarkable women who, under the name of Hetcerae, exercised afterwards so signal an in- tiuence over the mind and manners of Athens, chiefly de- rived their origin, and who seem to have inspired an affec tion, which in depth, constancy, and fervor approached tc- the more chivalrous passion of the North. Such an educa tion consisted not only in the feminine and household arts honored universally throughout Greece, but in a kind oi spontaneous and luxuriant cultivation of all that captivates the fancy and enlivens the leisure. If there were something pedantic in their affectation of philosophy, it was so graced and vivified by a brilliancy of conversation, a charm of manner carried almost to a science, a womanly facility of softening all that comes Avithin their circle, of suiting yet re- fi ling each complexity and discord of character admitted to their intercourse, that it had at least nothing masculine oi harsh. Wisdom, taken lightly or easily, seemed but another shape of poetry. The matrons of Athens, who could often neither read nor write — ignorant, vain, tawdry, and not always faithful, if we may trust to such scandal as has reached the modern time — must have seemed insipid beside these brilliant strangers ; and while certainly wanting theii ^^ PAUSANIAS, THE START AN: power to retain love, must have had but a doubtful superi- ority in the qualifications that ensure esteem. But we are not to suppose that the Het^eras (that mysterious and im- portant class peculiar to a certain state of society, and whose appellation we cannot render by any proper word in modern language) monopolized all the graces of their countrywomen. In the same cities were many of unblemished virtue and re- pute who possessed equal cultivation and attraction, but uhom a more decorous life has concealed from the equivo cal admiration of posterity ; though the numerous female disciples of Pythagoras throw some light on their capacity and intellect. Among such as these had been the mother of Cleonice, not long since dead, and her daughter in- herited and equalled her accomplishments, while her virgin youth, her inborn playfulness of manner, her pure guileless- ness, which the secluded habits of the unmarried women at Byzantium preserved from all contagion, gave to qualities and gifts so little published abroad the effect, as it were, of a happy and wondrous inspiration rather than of elaborate culture. Such was the fair creature whom Diagoras, looking up from his pastime, thus addressed : — " And so, perverse one, thou canst not love this great hero, a proper person truly, and a mighty warrior, who will eat you an army of Persians at a meal. These Spartan fighting-cocks want no garlic, I warrant you.* And yet you can't love him, you little rogue." " Why, my father," said Cleonice, with an arch smile and a slight blush, " even if I did look kindly on Pausanias, would it not be to my own sorrow .-' What Spartan — above all, what royal Spartan — may marry with a foreigner, and a Byzantine ? " " I did not precisely talk of marriage — a very happy state, doubtless, to those who dislike too quiet a life, and a very honorable one, for war is honor itself ; but I did not speak of that, Cleonice. I would only say that this man of might loves thee — that he is rich, rich, rich. Pretty pickings at I'lataea ; and we have known losses, my child, sad losses. And if you do not love him, why, you can but smile and talk as if you did, and when the Spartan goes home, you will lose a tormentor and gain a dowry." * Fighting-cocks were fed with garh'c, to make them more fierce. The learned reader will remember how Theorus advised Dica;opolis to keep clear of the 'I'hracians with garlic in their mouths. — See the Acliarnizns ef Aristophanes. PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN. 4j " My father, for shame ! " " Who talks of shame ? You women are always so sharp at finding oracles in oak-leaves, that one doesn't wondei Apollo makes choice of your sex for his priests. But lister to me, girl, seriously," and here Diagoras with a great effon raised himself on his elbow, and, lowering his voice, spoke with evident earnestness. " Pausanias has life and death, and, what is worse, wealth or poverty, in his hands ; he can raise or ruin us with a nod of his head, this blackcurled Jupiter They tell me that he is fierce, irascible, haughty; and what slighted lover is not revengeful ? For my sake, Cleonice, for your poor father's sake, show no scorn, no re- pugnance ; be gentle, play with him, draw not down the thunder-bolt, even if you turn from the golden shower." While Diagoras spoke, the girl listened with downcast eyes and flushed cheeks, and there was an expression of such shame and sadness on her countenance, that even the Byzantine, pausing and looking up for a reply, was startled by it. " My child," said he, hesitatingly and absorbed, " do not misconceive me. Cursed be the hour when the Spartan saw thee ; but since the Fates have so served us, let us not make bad worse. I love thee, Cleonice, more dearly than the apple of my eye ; it is for thee I fear, for thee I speak. Alas ! it is not dishonor I recommend ; it is force I would shun." " Force I " said the girl, drawing up her form with sudden animation. " Fear not that. It is not Pausanias I dread ; it is—" " What then ? " " No matter ; talk of this no more. Shall I sing to thee ? " " But Pausanias will visit us this very night." " I know it. Hark ! " and, with her finger to her lip, her ear bent downward, her cheek varying from pale to red, from red to pale, the maiden stole beyond the window to a kind of platform or terrace that overhung the sea. There, the faint breeze stirring her long hair, and the moonlight full upon her face, she stood, as stood that immortal priestess who looked along the starry Hellespont for the young Leander ; and her ear had not deceived her. The oars were dashing in the waves below, and dark and rapid the boat bounded on towards the rocky shore. She gazed long and steadfastly on the dim and shadowy forms which that slender raft contained, and her eye detected among the three the loftier form of her haughty wooer. Presently the thick foliage that clothed the descent shut the -5 PA USA NIA S, THE SPA R TA IV. boat, Hearing the strand, from her view ; but she now heard below, mellowed and softened in the still and fragrant air, the sound of the cithara and the melodious song of the Mothon, thus imperfectly rendered from the language of immortal melody : — SONG. Carry a sword in tlie myrtle bough, Ye who would honor the tyrant-slayei I, in the leaves of the myrtle bough, Carry a tyrant to slay myself. I pluck'd the branch with a hasty hana, But love was lurking amidst the leaves ; His bow is bent and his shaft is poised, And I must perish or pass the bough. Maiden, I come with a gift to thee ; Maiden, I come with a myrtle wreath ; Over thy forehead, or round thy breast, Bind, I implore thee, my myrtle wreath, * From hand to hand by the banquet lights On with the myrtle bough passes song ; From hand to hand by the silent stars What with the myrtle' wreath passes? Love. I bear the god in a myrtle wreath , Under the stars let him pass to thee : Empty his quiver and bind his wings, Then pass the myrtle wreath back to me. Cleonice listened breathlessly to the words, and sighed heavily as they ceased. Then, as the foliage rustled below, she turned quickly into the chamber and seated herself at a little distance from Diagoras ; to all appearance calm, in- different, and composed. Was it nature, or the arts of Mi- letus, that taught the young beauty the hereditary artifices of the sex ? " So it is he, then ? " said Diagoras, with a fidgety and nervous trepidation. " Well, he chooses strange hours to visit us. But he is right ; his visits cannot be too private. Cleonice, you look provokingly at your ease." Cleonice made no reply, but shifted her position so that the light from the lamp did not fall upon her face, while her * Garlands were twined round the neck, or placed upon the bosom ( ). See the quotations from Alcaeus, Sappho, and Anacreon in Athemeus, book xiii., c. 17. PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 47 father, hurnnng to the threshold of his hall to receive his illustrious visitor, soon re-appeared with the Spartan Regent, talking as he entered with the volubility of one of the parasites of Alciphron and Athenreus. " This is most kind, most affable. Cleonice said you would come, Pausanias, though I began to distrust you. The hours seem long to those who "expect pleasure." " And, Cleonice, you knew that I should come," said Pair sanias, appioaching the fair Byzantine; but his step was timid, and there was no pride now in his anxious eye and bended brow. " You said you would come to-night," said Cleonice, calmly, " and Spartans, according to proverbs, speak the truth." " When it is to their advantage, yes," * said Pausanias, with a slight curl of his lips ; and, as if the girl's compliment to his countrjnnen had roused his spleen and changed his thoughts, he seated himself moodily by Cleonice, and re- mained silent. The Byzantine stole an arch glance at the Spartan, as he thus sat, from the corner of her eyes, and said after a pause : — " You Spartans ought to speak the truth more than other people, for you say much less. We too have our proverb at Byzantium, and one which implies that it requires some wit to tell fibs." " Child, child ! " exclaimed Diagoras, holding up his hand reprovingly, and directing a terrified look at the Spartan. To his great relief, Pausanias smiled, and replied, — " Fair maiden, we Dorians are said to have a wit peculiar to ourselves, but I confess that it is of a nature that is but little attractive to your sex. The Athenians are blander wooers." " Do you ever attempt to woo in Lacedaemon then ? Ah, but the maidens there, perhaps, are not difficult to please." " The girl puts me in a cold sweat ! " muttered Diagoras, wiping his brow. And this time Pausanias did not smile ; he colored, and answered, gravely : — " And is it, then, a vain hope for a Spartan to please a Byzantine .'' " * So said Thuc3'dides of the Spartans, many, years afterwards. " They give evidence of honor among themselves ; but with respect to others, they consider honorable whatever pleases them, and just what ever is to their advantage.'' — See Thiicyd,, lib. v. 48 PA us A NT AS, THE SPARTA AT. "You puzzle me. That is an enigma; put it to the oracle." The Spartan raised his eyes toward Cleonice, and, as she saw the inquiring, perplexed look that his features assumed, the ruby lips broke into so wicked a smile, and the eyes that met his had so much laughter in them, that Pausanias was fairly bewitched out of his own displeasure. " Ah cruel one ! " said he, lowering his voice, " I am not so proud of being Spartan that the thought should console me for thy mocker}'. " " Not proud of being Spartan ! say not so, " exclaimed Cleonice. " Who ever speaks of Greece and places not Sparta at her head ? Who ever speaks of freedom and forgets ThermopylfE ? Who ever burns for glory, and sighs not for the fame of Pausanias and Plataea 1 Ah, yes, even in jest say not that you are not proud to be a Spartan ! " " The little fool ! " cried Diagoras, chuckling, and might- ily delighted ; " she is quite mad about Sparta— no wonder !" Pausanias, surprised and moved by the burst of the fair Byzantine, gazed at her admiringly, and thought within him- self how harshly the same sentiment would have sounded on the lips of a tall Spartan virgin ; but when Cleonice heard the approving interlocution of Diagoras, her enthusiasm vanished from her face, and, putting out her lips poutingly, she said, " Nay, father, I repeat only what others say of the Spartans. I'hey are admirable heroes ; but from the little I have seen, they are — " " What ? " said Pausanias, eagerly, and leaning nearer to Cleonice. " Proud, dictatorial, and stern as companions. " Pausanias once more drew back. _" There it is again ! " groaned Diagoras. " I feel exactly as if I were playing at odd and even with a lion ; she does :t to vex me. I shall retaliate, and creep away." " Cleonice, " said Pausanias, with suppressed emotiori " you trifle with me, and I bear it." " You are condescending. How would you aveng-e your- self ? " " How ! " " You would not beat me ; you would not make me bea» an anchor on the shoulders, as they say you do your soldiers. Shame on you ! You bear with me ! True, what help for you ? " " Maiden, " said the Spartan, rising in great anger, " foi PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 4g him who loves and is slighted there is a revenge you have not mentioned. " " For him who loves ! No, Spartan ; for him who shuns disgrace and courts the fame dear to gods and men, there is no revenge upon women. Blush for your threat. " " You madden, but subdue me, " said the Spartan, as he turned away. He then first perceived that Diagoras had gone — that they were alone. His contempt for the father awoke suspicion of the daughter. Again he approached, and said : " Cleonice, I know but little of the fables of poets, yet is it an old maxim often sung and ever belied, that love scorned becomes hate. There are moments when I think I hate thee. " " And yet thou hast never loved me, " said Cleonice ; and there was something soft and tender in the tone of her voice, and the rough Spartan was again subdued. " I never loved thee ! What, then, is love ? Is not thine image always before me ? — amidst schemes, amidst perils of which thy very dreams have never presented equal perplex- ity or phantoms so uncertain, I am occupied but with thee. Surely, as upon the hyacinth is written the exclamation of woe, so on this heart is graven thy name. Cleonice, you who know not what it is to love, you affect to deny or to question mine. " " And what," said Cleonice, blushing deepl}', and with tears in her eyes, "what result can come from such a love ? You may not wed with the stranger. And yet, Pausanias, yet you know that all other love dishonors the virgin even of Byzantium. You are silent ; you turn away. Ah, do not let them wrong you. My father fears your power. If you love me, you are powerless ; your power has passed to me. Is it not so ? I, a weak girl, can rule, command, irri- tate, mock you, if I will. You may fly me, but not con- trol." " Do not tempt me too far, Cleonice," said the Spartan, with a faint smile. " Nay, I will be merciful henceforth ; and you, Pausanias, tome here no more. Awake to the true sense of what is due to your divine ancestry — your great name. Is it not told of you that, after the fall of Mardonius, you nobly dismissed to her country, unscathed and honored, the captive Coan lady?* Will you reverse at Byzantium the fame acquijca * Ilerod., ix. JO PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: at Plataea ? Pausanias, spare us ; appeal not to my father' fear, still less to his love of gold." " I cannot, I cannot fly thee," said the Spartan, with great emotion. " You know not how stormy, how inexora- ble are the passions which burst forth after a whole youth of restraint. When nature breaks the barriers, she rushes headlong on her course. I am no gentle wooer ; where in Sparta should 1 learn the art ? But, if I love thee not as these mincing lonians, who come with offerings of flowers and song, I do love thee with all that fervor of which the old Dorian legends tell. I could brave, like the Thracian, the ■ dark gates of Hades, were thy embrace my reward. Com- mand me as thou wilt — make me thy slave in all things, even as Hercules was to Omphale ; but tell me only that I may win thy love at last. Fear not. Why fear me ? In my wildest moments a look from thee can control me. I ask but love for love. Without thy love thy beauty were value- less. Bid me not despair." Cleonice turned pale, and the large tears that had gath- ered in her eyes fell slowly down her cheeks ; but she did not withdraw her hand from his clasp, or avert her counte- nance from his eyes. " I do not fear thee," said she, in a very low voice. " I told my father so ; but — but — " (and here she drew back her hand and averted her face), " I fear myself." "Ah, no, no," cried the delighted Spartan, detaining her, " do not fear to trust to thine own heart. Talk not of dis- honor. There are " (and here the Spartan drew himself up, and his voice took a deeper swell) — " there are those on earth who hold themselves above the miserable judgments of the vulgar herd — who can emancipate themselves from those galling chains of custom and of country which helotize affection, genius, Nature herself. What is dishonor here may be glory elsewhere ; and this hand, outstretched toward a mightier sceptre than Greek ever wielded yet, may dis- pense, not shame and sorrow, but glory and golden affluence to those I love." "You amaze me, Pausanias. Nozu I fear you. What mean these mysterious boasts ? Have you the dark ambi- tion to restore in your own person that race of tyrants whom your country hath helped to sweep away ? Can you hope to change the laws of Sparta, and reign there, your will the state ? " " Cleonice, we touch upon matters that should not dis PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN, s« turb the ears of women. Forgive me if J have been roused from myself." " At Miletus — so ha^-e I heard my mother say — there , were women worthy to be the confidants of men." " But they were women who loved. Cleonice, I should rejoice in an hour when I might pour every thought into thy bosom." At this moment there was heard on the strand below a single note from the Mothon's instrument, low, but pro- longed ; it ceased, and was again renewed. The royal con- spirator started and breathed hard. " It is the signal," he muttered ; " they wait me. Cleo- nice," he said aloud, and with much earnestness in his voice, " I had hoped, ere we parted, to have drawn from your lips those assurances which would give me energy for the pres- ent and hope in the future. Ah, turn not from me because my speech is plain and my manner rugged. What, Cleonice, what if I could defy the laws of Sparta; what if, instead of that gloomy soil, I could bear thee to lands where heaven and man alike smile benignant on love .'' Might I not hope then ? " " Do nothing to sully your fame." " Is it, then, dear to thee ? " " It is a part of thee," said Cleonice, falteringly ; and as if she had said too much, she covered her face with her hands. Emboldened by this emotion, the Spartan gave way to his passion and his joy. He clasped her in his arms — his first embrace — and kissed, with wild fervor, the crimsoned forehead, the veiling hands. Then, as he tore himself away, he cast his right arm aloft. "O Hercules ! " he cried, in solemn and kindling adjura- tion, " my ancestor and my divine guardian, it w-as not by confining thy labors to one spot of earth that thou wert borne from thy throne of fire to the seats of the gods. Like thee I will spread the influence of my arms to nations whose glory shall be my name ; and as thy sons, my fathers, expelled from Sparta, returned thither with sword and spear to defeat usurpers and to found the long dynasty of the Heracleids, even so may it be mine to visit that dread abode of torturers and spies, and to build up in the halls of the Atridae a power worthier of the lineage of the demi-god. Again the signal ! Fear not, Cleonice, I will not tarnish my ^2 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: fame, but I will exchange the envy of abhorring rivals fot tlie obedience of a world. One kiss more ! Farewell ! " Ere Cleonice recovered herself, Pausanias was gone, his wild and uncomprehended boasts still ringing in her ear. She. sighed heavily, and turned towards the opening that admitted to the terraces. There she stood watching for the parting of her lover's boat. It was midnight ; the air, laden with ^he perfumes of a thousand fragrant shrubs and flowers that bloom along that coast in the rich luxuriance of nature, was hushed and breathless. In its stillness every sound was audible, the rustling of a leaf, the ripple of a wave. She heard the mur- mur of whispered voices below, and in a few moments she recognized, emerging from the foliage, the form of Pausanias ; but he was not alone. Who were his companions ? In the deep lustre of that shining and splendid atmosphere she could see sufficient of the outline of their figures to observe that they were not dressed in the Grecian garb ; their long robes betrayed (he Persian. They seemed conversing familiarly and eagerly as they passed along the smooth sands, till a curve in the wooded shore hid them from her view. " Why do I love him so," said the girl, mechanically, " and yet wrestle against that love ? Dark forebodings tell me that Aphrodite smiles not on our vows. Woe is me ! What will be the end ? " CHAPTER V. On quitting Cleonice, Pausanias hastily traversed the long ftassage that communicated with a square peristyle or colon- nade, which again led, on the one hand, to the more public parts of the villa, and, on the other, though a small door left ajar, conducted by a back entrance, to the garden and the sea-shore. Pursuing the latter path, the Spartan bounded down the descent and came upon an opening in the foliage, n which Lysander was seated beside the boat that had been drawn partially on the strand. " Alone ? Where is Alciian ? " PA us AMI AS, THE SPARTAN: 53 •* Yonder : you heard his signal ? " " I heard it." *' Pausanias, they who seek you are Persians. Beware ! " " Of what ? murder .'' I am warned." " Murder to your good nanie. There are no arms against appearances." " But I may trust thee ?" said the Regent, quickly ; " and of Alcman's faith I am convinced." " Why trust to any man what it were wisdom to reveal to the whole Grecian Council ? I'o parley secretly with the foe is half a treason to our friends." " Lysander," replied Pausanias, coldly, " you have much to learn before you can be wholly Spartan. Tarry here yet awhile." " What shall I do with this boy ? " muttered the conspir- ator as he strode on. " I know that he will not betray me, yet can I hope for his aid .'' I love him so well that I would fain he shared my fortunes. Perhaps by little and little I may lead him on. Meanwhile, his race and his name are so well accredited in Sparta, his father himself an Ephor, that his presence allays suspicion. Well, here are ray Persians." A little apart from the Molhon, who, resting his cithara on a fragment of rock, appeared to be absorbed in reflection, stood the men of the East. There were two of them ; one of tall stature and noble presence, in the prime of life ; the other more advanced in years, of a coarser make, a yet dark- er complexion, and of a sullen and gloomy countenance. They were not dressed alike ; the taller, a Persian of pure blood, wore a short tunic that reached only to the knees ; and the dress fitted to his shape without a single fold. On his round cap or bonnet glittered a string of those rare pearls, especially and immemorial ly prized in the East, which form- ed the favorite and characteristic ornament of the illustrious tribe of the Pasargadae. The other, who was a Mede, differ- ed scarcely in his dress from Pausanias himself, except that he was profusely covered with ornaments ; his arms were decorated with bracelets, he wore earrings, and a broad collar of unpolished stones in a kind of filigree was suspended from his throat. Behind the Orientals stood Gongylus, leaning both hands on his staff, and watching the approach of Pausanias with the same icy smile and glittering eye with which he listened to the passionate invectives or flattered the dark ambition of the Spartan. The Orientals saluted Pausanias with a lofty gravity, and Gongylus, drawing near, said : " Son 54 PAUSANIAS THE SPARTAN. of Cleombrotus, the illustrious Ariamanes, kinsman to Xer« xes,and of the house of the Ach^emenids, is so far versed in the Grecian tongue that I need not proffer my offices as interpreter. In Datis the Mede, brother to the most renowned of the Magi, you behold a warrior worthy to assist the arms even of Pausanias." " I greet ye in our Spartan phrase, " The beautiful to the good,' " said Pausanias, regarding the Barbarians with an earnest gaze. " And I requested Gongylus to lead ye hither in order that I might confer with ye more at ease, than in the confinement to which I regret ye are still sentenced. Not in prisons should be held the conversations of brave men." " I know," said Ariamanes (the statelier of the Barbari- ans), in the Greek tongue, which he spoke intelligibly indeed, but with slowness and hesitation, " I know that I am with that hero who refused to dishonor the corpse of Mardonius ; and even though a captive, I converse without shame with my victor." " Rested it with me alone, your captivity should cease," replied Pausanias. " War, that has made me acquainted with the valor of the Persians, has also enlightened me as to their character. Your king has ever been humane to such of the Greeks as have sought a refuge near his throne. I would but imitate his clemency." " Had the great Darius less esteemed the Greeks, he would never have invaded Greece. From the wanderers whom misfortune drove to his realms, he learned to wonder at the arts, the genius, the energies of the people of Hellas. He desired less to win their territories than to gain such sub- jects. Too vast, alas ! was the work he bequeathed to Xerxes." He should not have trusted to force alone," returned Pau- sanias. " Greece may be won, but by the arts of her son, not by the arms of the stranger. A Greek only can subdue Greece. By such profound knowledge of the factions, the in- terests, the envies, and the jealousies of each state as a Greek alone can possess, the mistaken chain that binds them might be easily severed ; some bought, some intimidated, and the few that hold out subdued amidst the apathy of the rest." " You speak wisely, right hand of Hellas," answered the Persian, who had listened to these remarks with deep atten- tion. " Yet had we in our armies your countryman, the brave Demaratus." " But, if I have heard rightly, ye too often disdained his FA USA NI AS, THE SPARTAN. 55 counsel. Had he been listened to, there had been neither a Salamis nor a Plataea.* Yet Demaratus himself had been too long a stranger to Greece, and he knew little of any state save that of Sparta. Lives he still ? " " Surely yes, in honor and renown ; little less than the son of Darius himself." " And what reward would Xerxes bestow on one of greater 'nfluence than Demaratus ; on one who has hitherto conquered every foe, and now beholds before him the conquest of Greece herself .? " "If such a man were found," answered the Persian, "let his thoughts run loose, let his imagination rove, let him seek only how to find a fitting estimate of the gratitude of the king and the vastness of the service." Pausanias shaded his brow wfth his hand, and mused a few moments ; then lifting his eyes to the Persian's watchful but composed countenance, he said with a slight smile : — " Hard is it, O Persian, when the choice is actually before him, for a man to renounce his country. There have been hours within this very day when my desires swept afar from Spart i, from all Hellas, and rested on the tranquil pomp of Oriental satrapies. But now, rude and stern parent though Sparta be to me, I feel still that I am her son ; and, while we speak, a throne in stormy Hellas seems the fitting object of a Greek's ambition. In a word, then, I would rise, and yet raise my country. I would have at my will a force that may suffice to overthrow in Sparta its grim and unnatural laws, to found amidst its rocks that single throne which the son of a demi-god should ascend. From that throne I would spread my empire over the whole of Greece, Corinth and Athens being my tributaries. So that, though men now, and poster- ity herefifter, may say, ' Pausanias overthrew the Spartan governpient,' they shall add, ' but Pausanius annexed to the Spartan sceptre the realm of Greece. Pausanius was a tyrant, t> * After the action at Thermopylae, Demaratus advised Xerxes to send tliree hundred vessels to the Laconian coast, and seize the island of Cyth- era, v/hich commanded Sparta. "The jjrofound experience of Demara- tus in the selfish and exclusive policy of his countrymen made him argue that if this were done the fear of Sparta for herself would prevent her joining the forces of the rest of Greece, and leave the latter a more easy prey to the invader." — Athens: its Rise and Fall. This advice was over- ruled by Achasmenes. So again, had the advice of Artemisia, the Cariaii princess, been taken — to delay the naval engagement of Salamis, and rather to sail to the Peloponnesus — the Greeks, failing of provisions and divided among themselves, would probably have dispersed. 56 PAUSAiVIAS, THE SPARTAN. but not a traitor.' How, O Persian, can these designs ao cord with the policy of the Persian king ? " " Not without the authority of my master can I answer thee." replied Ariamanes, " so that my answer may be as the king's signet to his decree. But so much at least I say • that it is not the custom of the Persians to interfere with the institutions of those states with which they are connected. Thou desirest to make a monarchy of Greece, with Sparta for its head. Be it so ; the king my master will aid thee so to scheme and so to reign, provided thou dost but concede to him a vase of the water from thy fountains, a fragment of earth from thy gardens." " In other words," said Pausanias, thoughtfully, but with a slight color on his brow, " if I hold my'dominions tribu- tary to the king t " " The dominions that by the king's aid thou wilt have conquered. Is that a hard law .? " " To a Greek and a Spartan the very mimicry of allegiance to the foreigner is hard." The Persian smiled. " Yet, if I understand thee aright, Chief, even kings in Sparta are but subjects to their peo- ple. Slave to a crowd at home, or tributary to a throne abroad ; slave every hour, or tributary for earth and water once a year, which is the freer lot ? " " Thou canst not understand our Grecian notions," replied Pausanias, " nor have I leisure to explain them. But though 1 may subdue Sparta to myself as to its native sovereign, I will not, even by a type, subdue the land of the Heracleid to the Barbarian." Ariamanes looked grave ; the difficulty raised was serious. And here the craft of Gongiius interposed. "This may be adjusted, Ariamanes, as befits both parties. Let Pausanias rule in Sparta as he lists, and Sparta stand free of tribute. But for all other states and cities that Pau- sanias, aided by the great king, shall conquer, let the vase be filled, and the earth be (Grecian. Let him but render tribute for those lands which the Persians submit to his scep- tre. So shall the pride of the Spartan be appeased, and tlie claims of the king be satisfied." " Shall it be so.? " said Pausanias. " Instruct me so to propose to my master, and I will do my best to content him with the exception to the wonted rights of the Persian diadem. And then," continued Aria- manes, "then, Pausanias, Conqueror of Mardonius, Cap- FAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 57 tain at Platcea, thou art indeed a man with whom the lord of Asia may treat as an equal. Greeks before thee have offered to render Greece to the king my master ; but they were exiles and fugitives, they had nothing to risk or lose; thou hast fame, and command, and power, and riches, and all—" " But for a throne," interrupted Gongylus. " It does not matter what may be my motives," returned the Spartan, gloomily, " and were I to tell them, you might not comprehend. But so much by way of explanation. You too have held command ? " *' I have." " If you knew that, when power became to you so sweet that it was as necessar)^ to life itself as food and drink, it would then be snatched from you for ever, and you would serv^e as a soldier in the very ranks you had commanded as a leader ; if you knew that, no matter what your services, your superiority, your desires, this shameful fall was inex- orably doomed, might you not see humiliation in power itself, obscurity in renown, gloom in the present, despair in the future ? And would it not seem to you nobler even to de- sert the camp than to sink into a subaltern ? " " Such a prospect has in our country made out of good subjects fierce rebels," observed the Persian. " Ay, ay, I doubt it not," said Pausanias, laughing bit- terly. " Well, then, such will be my lot, if I pluck not out a fairer one from the Fatal Urn. As Regent of Sparta, while my nephew is beardless, I am general of her armies, and I have the sway and functions of her king. When he arrives at the customary age, I am a subject, a citizen, a nothing, a miserable fool of memories gnawing my heart away amidst joyless customs and stem austerities, with the recollection of the glories of Platasa and the delights of Byzantium. Persian, I am filled from the crown to the sole with the desire of power, with the tastes of pleasure. I have that within me which before my time has made heroes and traitors, raised demi-gods to heaven, or chained the lofty Titans to the rocks of Hades. Something I may yet be ; I know not what. But as the man never returns to the boy, so never, never, never once more, can I be again the Spartan subject. Enough ; such as I am, I can fulfil what I have said to thee. Will thy king accept me as his ally, and ratify the terms I have proposed ? " " I feel wellnigh assured of it," answered the Persian ; 58 PA USA NI AS, THE SPARTA AT. " for since thou has spoken thus boldly, I will answer thee in the same strain. Know, then, that we of the pure race of Persia, we the sons of those who overthrew the Mede, and extended the race of the mountain tribe, from the Scythian to the Arab, from Egypt to Ind, we at least feel that no sacrifice were too great to redeem the disgrace we have suffered at the hands of thy countrymen ; and the world itself were too small an empire, too confined a breath- ing place, for the son of Darius, if this nook of earth were still left without the pale of his dominion." " This nook of earth ? Ah, but Sparta itself must own no lord but me." " It is agreed.'"' " If I release thee, wilt thou bear these offers to the king, travelling day and night till thou restest at the foot of his throne 1 " " I should carry tidings too grateful to suffer me to loiter by the road." " And Datis, he comprehends us not ; but his eyes glitter fiercely on me. It is easy to see that thy comrade loves not the Greek." " For that reason he will aid us well. Though but a Mede, and not admitted to the privileges of the Pasargadae, his relationship to the most powerful and learned of our Magi, and his own services in war, have won him such in- fluence with both priests and soldiers that I would fain have him as my companion. I will answer for his fidelity to our joint object." " Enough ; ye are both free. Gongylus, you will now conduct our friends to the place where the steeds await them. You will then privately return to the citadel, and give to their pretended escape the probable appearances we devised. Be quick, while it is yet night. One word more. Persian, our success depends upon thy speed. It is while the Greeks are yet at Byzantium, while I yet am in com mand, that we should strike the blow. *If the king consent, through Gongylus thou wilt have means to advise me. A Persian army must march at once to the Phrygian confines, instructed to yield command to me when the hour comes to assume it. Delay not that aid by such vast and profitless recruits as swelled the pomp, but embarrassed the arms, of Xerxes. Armies too large rot by their own unwieldiness into decay. A band of fifty thousand, composed solely of the Medes and Persians, will more than suffice. With such an PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: 5^ army, if my command be undisputed, I will win a second Plataea, but against the Greek." " Your suggestions shall be law. May Ormuzd favor the bold } " " Away, Gongylus ! You know the rest." Pausanias followed with thoughtful eyes the receding forms of Gongylus and the Barbarians. " I have passed for- ever," he muttered, "the pillars of Hercules. I must go on or perish. If I fall, I die execrated and abhorred ; if I suc- ceed, the sound of the choral flutes will drown the hootings. Be it as it may, I do not and will not repent. If the wolf gnaw my entrails, none shall hear me groan." He turned and met the eyes of Alcman, fixed on him so intently, so exultingly, that, wondering at their strange expression, he drew back and said, haughtily, " You imitate Medusa, but I am stone already." "Nay," said the Mothon, in a voice of great humility, " if you are of stone, it is like the divine one which, when borne before armies, secures their victory. Blame me not that I gazed on you with triumph and hope. " For, while you conferred with the Persian, methought the munnurs that reached my ear sounded thus : ' When Pausanias shall arise, Sparta shall bend low, and the Helot shall break his chains.' " " They do not hate me, these Helots .'' " *' You are the only Spartan they love." " Were my life in danger from the Ephors — " " The Helots would rise to a man." " Did I plant my standard on Taygetus, though all Sparta encamped against it — " " All the slaves would cut their way to thy side. O Pau- sanias, think how much nobler it were to reign over tens of thousands who become freemen at thy word, than to be but the equal of ten thousand tyrants." v "The Helots fight well, when well led," said Pausanias, as if to himself. " Launch the boat." " Pardon me, Pausanias, but is it prudent any longer to trust Lysander 1 He is the pattern of the Spartan youth, and Sparta is his mistress. He loves her too well not to blab to her every secret." " O Sparta, Sparta ! wilt thou not leave me one friend."*' exclaimed Pausanias. " No, Alcman, I will not separate my- self from Lysander till I despair of his alliance. To your oars ! Be quick ! " At the sound of the Mothon's tread upon the pebbles 6o PA US AN/AS, THE SPARTAN. Lysander, who had hitherto remained motionless, reclining by the boat, rose and advanced toward Pausanias. There was in his countenance, as the moon shining on it cast over his statue-like features a pale and marble hue, so much ol anxiety, of affection, of fear, so much of the evident, unmis- takable solicitude of friendship, that Pausanias, who, like most men envied and unloved, was susceptible even of the semblance of attachment, muttered to himself, " No, thou wilt not desert me, nor I thee." " My friend, my Pausanias," said Lysander, as he ap- proached, " I have had fears — I have seen omens. Under- take nothing, I beseech thee, which thou hast meditated this night." " And what hast thou seen ? " said Pausanias, with a slight change of countenance. " I was praying the gods for thee and Sparta, when a star shot suddenly from the heavens. Pausanias, this is the eighth year, the year in which on moonless nights the Ephors watch the heavens." " And if a star fall, they judge their kings," interrupted Pausanias (with a curl of his haughty lip, " to have offended the gods, and suspend them from their office till acquitted by an oracle at Delphi, or a priest at Olympia. A wise supersti- tion. But, Lysander, the night is not moonless, and the omen is therefore naught." Lysander shook his head mournfully, and followed his chieftain to the boat, in gloomy silence. fAUSANJAS, THE SPARTAN. 6x BOOK II. CHAPTER I. At noon the next day, not only the vessels in the harbor presented the same appearance of inactivity and desertion which had characterized the preceding evening, but the camp itself seemed forsaken. Pausanias had quit his ship for the citadel, in which he took up his lodgment when on shore ; and most of the officers and sailors of the squadron were dispersed among the taverns and wine-shops, for which, even at that day, Byzantium was celebrated. It was in one of the lowest and most popular of these latter resorts, and in a large and rude chamber, or rather outhouse, separated from the rest of the building, that a number of the Laconian Helots were assembled. Some of these were employed as sailors, others were the military at- tendants on the Regent and the Spartans who accompanied him. At the time we speak of, these unhappy beings were in the full excitement of that wild and melancholy gayety which is almost peculiar to slaves in their hours of recreation, and in which reaction of wretchedness modern writers have dis- covered the indulgence of a native humor. Some of them were drinking deep, wrangling, jesting, laughing in loud dis- cord over their cups. At another table rose the deep voice of a singer, chanting one of those antique airs known but to these degraded sons of the Homeric Achaean, and probably in its origin going beyond the date of the Tale of Troy ; a song of gross and rustic buffoonery, but ever and anon charged with some image or thought worthy of that language of the universal Muses. His companions listened with a rude delight to the rough voice and homely sounds, and now and then interrupted the wassailers at the other tables by cries for silence, which none regarded. Here and there, with in- tense and fierce anxiety on their faces, small groups were 52 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAIf. playing at dice ; for gambling is the passion of slaves. And many of these men, to whom wealth could bring no comfort, had secretly amassed large hoards at the plunder of Plataa, from which they had sold to the traders of ^gina gold at the price of brass. The appearance of the rioters was start- ling and melancholy. They were mostly stunted and under- sized, as are generally the progeny of the sons of woe ; lean and gaunt with early hardship, the spine of the back curved and bowed by habitual degradation ; but with the hard-knit sinews and prominent muscles which are produced by labor and the mountain air ; and under shaggy and lowering brows sparkled many a fierce, perfidious, and malignant eye ; while as mirth, or gaming, or song, aroused smiles in the various groups, the rude features spoke of passions easily released from the sullen bondage of servitude, and revealed the nature of the animals which thralldom had failed to tame. Here and there, however, were to be seen forms, unlike the rest, of stately stature, of fair proportions, wearing the divine linea- ments of Grecian beauty. From some of these a higher na- ture spoke out, not in mirth, that last mockery of supreme woe, but in an expression of stern, grave, and disdainful melancholy ; others, on the contrary, surpassed the rest in vehemence, clamor, and exuberant extravagance of emotion, as if their nobler physical development only served to entitle them to that base superiority. For health and vigor can make; an aristocracy even among Helots. The garments of these merry-makers increased the peculiar effect of their general appearance. The Helots in military excursions naturally relinquished the rough sheepskin dress that char- acterized their countrymen at home, the serfs of the soil. The sailors had thrown oft", for coolness, the leathern jerkins they habitually wore, and, with their bare arms and breasts, looked as if of a race that yet shivered, primitive and unre- deemed, on the outskirts of civilization. Strangely contrasted with their rougher comrades were those who, placed occasionally about the person of the Re- gent, were indulged with the loose and clean robes of gay colors worn by the Asiatic slaves ; and these ever and anon glanced at their finery with an air of conscious triumph. Al- together, it was a sight that might well have appalled, by its solemn lessons of human change, the poet who would have be- held in that imbruted fiock the descendants of the race over whom Pelops, and Atreus, and Menelaus, and Agamemnon, the king of men, had held their antique sway, and might still PAUSAN/AS, THE SPARTAN: 6.^ more have saddened the philosopher who believed, as Mei> ander has nobly written, " that Nature knows no slaves." Suddenly, in the midst of the confused and uproarious hubbub, the door opened, and Alcman the Mothon entered the chamber. At this sight the clamor ceased in an instant. The party rose, as by a general impulse, and crowded round the new-comer. " My friends," said he, regarding them with the same calm and frigid indifference which usually characterized his demeanor, " you do well to make merry while you may, for something tells me it will not last long. We shall return to Lacedaemon. You look black. So, then, is there no delight in the thought of home .-' " '■'■Home!" muttered one of the Helots, and the word, sounding drearily on his lips, was echoed by many, so that il circled like a groan. " Yet ye have your children as much as if ye were free," said Alcman. " And for that reason it pains us to see them play, un- aware of the future," said a Helot of better mien than his comrades. " But do you know," returned the Mothon, gazing on the last speaker steadily, " that for your children there may not be a future fairer than that which your fathers knew ? " " Tush ! " exclaimed one of the unhappy men, old before his time, and of an aspect singularly sullen and ferocious. " Such have been your half hints and mystic prophecies for years. What good comes of them ? Was there ever an oracle for Helots ? " " There was no repute in the oracles even of Apollo," re turned Alcman, " till the Apollo-serving Dorians became con querors. Oracles are the children of victories." " But there are no victories for us," said the first speaker, mournfully. " Never, if ye despair," said the Mothon, loftily What ! " he added, after a pause, looking round at the crowd, " what ! do ye not see that hope dawned upon us from the hour when thirty-five thousand of us were admitted as soldiers, ay, and as conquerors, at Plataea ? From that moment we knew our strength. Listen to me. At Samos once a thousand slaves — mark me, but a thousand — escaped the yoke, seized on arms, fled to the mountains (we have mountains even in Laconia), descended from time to time to devastate the fields and to harass their ancient lords. By 6^ PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN". habit they learned war, by desperation they grew indomitable. What became of these slaves ? Were they cut off ? Did they perish by hunger, by the sword, in the dungeon or field ? No ; those brave men were the founders of Ephesus."* " But the Samians were not Spartans," mumbled the old Helot. " As ye will, as ye will," said Alcman, relapsing into his usual coldness. " I wish you never to strike unless ye are prepared to die or conquer." " Some of us are," said the younger Helot. " Sacrifice a cock to the Fates, then." " But why, think you," asked one of the Helots, " that we shall be so soon summoned back to Laconia .-' " " Because while ye are drinking and idling here — drones that ye are — there is commotion in the Athenian beehive yonder. Know that Ariamanes the Persian, and Datis the Mede, have escaped. The allies, especially the Athenians, are excited and angry : and many of them are already come in a body to Pausanias, whom they accuse of abetting the escape of the fugitives." "Well?" "Well, and if Pausanias does not give honey in his words — and few flowers grow on his lips — the bees will sting, that is all. A trireme will be despatched to Sparta with com- plaints. Pausanias will be recalled — perhaps his life endan- gered." " Endangered ! " echoed several voices. " Yes. What is that to you — what care you for his dan- ger ? He is a Spartan." " Ay," cried one ; " but he has been kind to the Helots." "And we have fought by his side," said another. " And he dressed my wound with his own hand," mur- mured a third. " And we have got money under him," growled a fourth. "And, more than all," said Alcman, in a loud voice, " if he lives, he will break down the Spartan government. Ye will not let this man die ? " " Never ! " exclaimed the whole assembly. Alcman gazed with a kind of calm and strange contempt on the flashing eyes the fiery gestures, of the throng, and then said, coldl}^— ** So, then, ye would fight for one man ? " " Ay, ay, that would we." * Malacus ap. Athen., 6. PAUSANlASy THE SPARTAN: 65 " But not for your own liberties, and those of your chil- dren unborn ? " There was a dead silence ; but the taunt was felt, and its logic was already at work in many of these rugged breasts. At this moment, the door was suddenly thrown open; and a Helot, in the dress worn by the attendants of the Ke- gent, entered, breathless and panting. " Alcman ! the gods be praised, you are here. Pausanias commands your presence. Lose not a moment. And you too, comrades, by Demeter! do you mean to spend the whole days at your cups ? Come to the citadel ; ye may be wanted." This was spoken to such of the Helots as belonged to the train of Pausanias. " Wanted — what for ? " said one. " Pausanias gives us a holiday while he employs the sleek Egyptians." " Who that serves Pausanias ever asks that question, or can forsee from one hour to another what he maybe required to do ? " returned the self-important messenger, with great contempt. Meanwhile the Mothon, all whose movements were peculiarly silent and rapid, was already on his way to the citadel. The distance was not inconsiderable, but Alc- man was swift of foot. Tightening the girdle round his waist, he swung himself, as it were, into a kind of run, which, though not seemingly rapid, cleared the ground with a speed almost rivalling that of the ostrich, from the length of the stride and the extreme regularity of the pace. Such was at that day the method by which messages were despatched from state to state, especially in mountainous countries; and the length of way which was performed, without stopping, by the foot-couriers might startle the best trained pedestrians in our times. So swiftly, indeed, did the Mothon pursue his course, that just by the citadel he came up with the Grecian captains who, before he joined the Helots, had set off for their audience with Pausanias. There were some fourteen or fifteen of them, and they so filled up the path, which, just there, was not broad, that Alcman was obliged to pause as he came upon their rear. "And whither so fast, fellow?" said Uliadesthe Samian, turning round as he heard the strides of the Mothon. " Please you, master, I am bound to the General." •' Oh, his slave ! Is he going to free you .-' " ** I am already as free as a man who has no city can be.* 66 FA USA X/ AS, THE SPARTAN. " Pithy. The Spartan slaves have the dryness of their masters. How, sirrah ! do you jostle me ? " " I crave pardon. I only seek to pass." "Never ! to take precedence of a Samian. Keep back." " I dare not." " Nay, nay, let him pass," said the young Chian, Antago* ras ; "he will get scourged if he is too late. Perhaps, like the Persians, Pausanias wears false hair, and wishes the slave to dress it in honor of us." " Hush ! " whispered an Athenian. " Are these taunts prudent .'' " Here there suddenly broke forth a loud oath from Uli- ades, who, lingering a little behind the rest, had laid rough hands on the Mothon, as the latter once more attempted to pass him. With a dextrous and abrupt agility, Alcman had extricated himself from the Samian's grasp, but with a force that swung the captain on his knee. Taking advantage of the position of the foe, the Mothon darted onward, and, threading the rest of the party, disappeared through the neighboring gates of the citadel. " You saw the insult ! " said Uliades, between his ground teeth, as he recovered himself. " The master shall answer for the slave ; and to me, too, who have forty slaves of my own at home ! " " Pooh ! think no more of it," said Antagoras, gayly ; " the poor fellow meant only to save his own hide." " As if that were of any consequence ! My slaves are brought up from the cradle not to know if they have hides or not. You may pinch them by the hour together, and they don't feel you. My little ones do it, in rainy weather, to strengthen their fingers. The gods keep them ! " " An excellent gymnastic invention. But we are now within the citadel. Courage ! The Spartan grayhound has long teeth." Pausanius was striding with hasty steps up and down a long and narrow peristyle or colonnade that surrounded the apartments appropriated to his private use, when Alcman joined him. " Well, well," cried he, eagerly, as he saw the Mothon, "you have mingled with the common gangs of these wor- shipful seamen, these new men, these lonians. Think you they have so far overcome their awe of the Spartan that they would obey the mutinous commands of their officers?** " Pausanias, the truth must be spoken — ^yes 1 " PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 67 "Ye gods? one would think each of these wranglers im- agined he had a whole Persian army in his boat. Why, 1 have seen the day when, if in any assembly of Greeks a Spartan entered, the sight of his very hat and walking-staff cast a terror through the whole conclave." " True, Pausanias ; but they suspect that Sparta herself wil! disown her General." " Ah ! say they so ! "' " With one voice." Pausanias paused a moment in deep and perturbed thought, " Have they dared yet, think you, to send to Sparta .-' " " I hear not ; but a trireme is in readiness to sail after your conference with the captains." " So, Alcman, it were ruin to my schemes to be recalled — until — until — " "The hour to join the Persians on the frontier — yes." "One word more. Have you had occasion to sound the Helots ? " " But half an hour since. They will be true to you. Lift your right hand, and the ground where you stand will bristle with men who fear death even less than the Spar- tans." " Their aid were useless here against the whole Grecian fleet ; but in the defiles of Laconia, otherwise. I am pre- pared, then, for the worst, even recall." Here a slave crossed from a kind of passage that led from the outer chambers into the peristyle. " The Grecian captains have arrived to demand audience.' " Bid them wait," cried Pausanias, passionately. " Hist ! Pausanias," whispered the Mothon. " Is it not best to soothe them — to play with them — to cover the lion with the fox's hide ? " The Regent turned with a frown to his foster-brother, as if surprised and irritated by his presumption in advising ; and indeed of late, since Pausanias had admitted the son of the Helot into his guilty intrigues, Alcman had assumed a bearing and tone of equality which Pausanias, wrapped in his dark schemes, did not always notice, but at which from time to time he chafed angrily, yet again permitted it, and the custom gained ground ; for in guilt conventional distinc- tions rapidly vanish, and mind speaks freely out to mind. The presence of the slave, however, restrained him, and aftei a momentary silence his natural acuteness, great when undis 68 PAU6AAJAS, THE SPARTAN: turbed by passion or pride, made him sensible of the wisdom of Alcman's counsel. " Hold ! " he said to the slave. " Announce to the Gre- cian Chiefs that Pausanias will await them forthwith. Be- gone ! Now, Alcman, I will talk over these gentle monitors. Not in vain have I been educated in Sparta ; yet if by chance I fail, hold thyself ready to haste to Sparta at a minute's warn- ing. I must forestall the foe. I have gold, gold ; and he who employs most of the yellow orators will prevail most with the Ephors. Give me my staff ; and tarry in yon chamber to the left." CHAPTER II. In a large hall, with a marble fountain in the middle of it, the Greek Captains awaited the coming of Pausanias. A low and muttered conversation was carried on among them, in small knots and groups, amidst which the voice of Uliades was heard the loudest. Suddenly the hum was hushed, for footsteps was heard without. The thick curtains that at one extreme screened the doorway was drawn aside, and, attended by three of the Spartan knights, among whom was Lysander, and by two soothsayers, who was seldom absent, in war or warlike council, from the side of the royal Heracleid, Pau- sanias slowly entered the hall. So majestic, grave, and self- collected were the bearing and aspect of the Spartan General, that the hereditary awe inspired by his race was once more awakened, and the angry crowd saluted him, silent and half abashed. Although the strong passions and the daring arro- gance of Pausanias did not allow him the exercise of that en- during, systematic, unsleeping hypocrisy which, in relations with the foreigner, often characterized his countrymen, and which, from its outward dignity and profound craft, exalted the vice into genius ; yet, trained from earliest childhood in the arts that hide design, that control the countenance, and convey in the fewest words the most ambiguous meanings, the Spartan General could, for a brief period, or for a criti- cal purpose, command all the wiles for which the Greek was nationally famous, and in which Thucydides believed that, of all Greeks, the Spartan was the most skilful adept. And PA USA NI AS, THE SPARTAN. 69 now, as, uniting the courtesy of the host with the dignity of the chief, he returned the salute of the officers, and smiled his gracious welcome, the unwonted affability of his manner took the discontented by surprise, and half propitiated the most indignant in his favor. " I need not ask you, O Greeks," said he, " why ye have sought me. Ye have learned the escape of Araimanes and Datis — a strange and unaccountable mischance." The captains looked round at each other in silence, till at last every eye rested upon Cimon, whose illustrious birth, as well as his known respect for Sparta, combined with his equally well-known dislike of her chief, seemed to mark him despite his youth, as the fittest person to be speaker for the rest. Cimon, who understood the mute appeal, and whose courage never failed his ambition, raised his head, and after a moment's hesitation, replied to the Spartan : — " Pausanias, you guess rightly the cause which leads us to your presence. These prisoners were our noblest ; their capture the reward of our common valor ; they were generals, moreover, of high skill and repute. They had become expe- rienced in our Grecian warfare, even by their defeats. Those two men, should Xerxes again invade Greece, are worth more to his service than half the nations whese myriads crossed the Hellespont. But this is not all. The arms of the Bar- barians we can encounter undismayed. It is treason at home which can alone appall us." There was a low murmur among the lonians at these words. Pausanias, with well-dissembled surprise on his coun- tenance, turned his eyes from Cimon to the murmurers, and from them again to Cimon, and repeated : — " Treason ! son of Miltiades ; and from whom .? " " Such is the question that we would put to thee, Pausa- nias — to thee, whose eyes, as leader of our armies, are doubt- less vigilant daily and nightly over the interests of Greece." " I am not blind," returned Pausanias, appearing uncon- scious of the irony ; " but I am not Argus. If thou hast discovered aught that is hidden from me, speak boldly." " Thou hast made Gongylus the Eretrian governor of Byzan- tium ; for what great services we know not. But he has lived much in Persia." " For that reason, on this the frontier of her domains, he is better enabled to penetrate her designs and counteract her ambition." *' This Gongylus," continued Cimon, " is well known to 70 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: have much frequented the Persian captives in their confine- ment." " In order to learn from them what may yet be the strength of the king. In this he had my commands." " I question it not. But, Pausanias," continued Cimon, raising his voice, and with energy, " had he also thy com- mands to leave thy galley last night, and to return to th« citadel ?" " He had. What then ? " " And on his return the Persians disappear — a singulai chance, truly. But that is not all. Last night, before he re- turned to the citadel, Gongylus was perceived, alone, in a. retired spot on the outskirts of the city." " Alone ? " echoed Pausanias. " Alone. If he had companions, they were not discerned. This spot was out of the path he should have taken. By this spot, on the soft soil, are the marks of hoofs, and in the thicket close by were found these witnesses ; " and Cimon drew from his vest a handful of the pearls only worn by the Eastern captives. " There is something in this," said Xanthippus, "which requires at least examination. May it please you, Pausanias, to summon Gongylus hither ? " A momentary shade passed over the brow of the conspira- tor, but the eyes of the Greeks were on him, and to refuse were as dangerous as to comply. He turned to one of his Spartans, and ordered him to summon the Eretrian. " You have spoken well, Xanthippus. This matter must be sifted." With that, motioning the captains to the seats that were ranged round the walls and before a long table, he cast him- self into a large chair at the head of the table, and waited in silent anxiety the entrance of the Eretrian. His whole trust now was in the craft and penetration of his friend. If the courage or the cunning of Gongylus failed him — if but a word betrayed him — Pausanias was lost. He was girt by men who hated him ; and he read in the dark, fierce eyes of the lonians — whose pride he had so often galled, whose revenge he had so carelessly provoked — the certainty of ruin. One hand hidden within the folds of his robe convulsively clenched the flesh, in the stern agony of his suspense. His calm and composed face nevertheless exhibited to the cap tains no trace of fear. PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN: yi The draperies were again drawn aside, and Gongylus slowly entered. Habituated to peril of every kind from his earliest youth, the Eretrian was quick to detect its presence. The sight of the silent Greeks, formally seated round the hall, and watch- ing his steps and countenance with eyes whose jealous and vindictive meaning it required no G^^dipus to read ; the grave and half-averted brow of Pausanias ; and the angry excite- ment that had prevailed amidst the host at the news of the escape of the Persians — all sufficed to apprise him of the nature of the council to which he had been summoned. Supporting himself on his staff, and dragging his limbs tardily along, he had leisure "^o examine, though with ap- parent indifference, the whole group ; and when, with a calm salutation, he arrested his steps at the foot of the table im- mediately facing Pausanias, he darted one glance at the Spartan, so fearless, so bright, so cheering, that Pausanias breathed hard, as if a load were thrown from his breast, and, turning easily toward Cimon, said, — " Behold your witness. Which of us shall be questioner, and which judge ? " " That matters but little," returned Cimon. " Before this audience justice must force its way." " It rests with you, Pausanias," said Xanthippus, " to ac- quaint the Governor of Byzantium with the suspicions he has excited." " Gongylus," said Pausanias, " the captive Barbarians, Ariamanes and Datis, were placed by me especially under thy vigilance and guard. Thou knowest that, while (for humanity becomes the victor) I ordered thee to vex them by no undue restraints, I nevertheless commanded thee to con- sider thy life itself answerable for their durance. They have escaped. The Captains of Greece demand of thee, as I de- manded — by what means — by what connivance ? Speak the truth, and deem that in falsehood, as well as in treacher}^, detection is easy, and death certain." The tone of Pausanias, and his severe look, pleased and re-assured all the Greeks, except the wiser Cimon, who, though his suspicions were a little shaken, continued to fix his eyes rather on Pausanias than on the Eretrian. " Pausanias," replied Gongylus, drawing up his lean frame, as with the dignity of conscious innocence, " that suspicion could fall upon me, I find it difficult to suppose. Raised by thy favor to the command of Byzantium, what have I to gain 12 PAUSAN.^AS, THE SPARTAN. by treason or neglect ? These Persians — I knew them well. I had known them in Susa — known them when I served ])arius, being then an exile from Eretria. Ye know, my countrymen, that when Darius invaded Greece I left his court and armies, and sought my native land, to fall or to conquer in its cause. Well, then, I knew these Barbarians. J sought them frequently ; partly, it may be, to return to them in their adversity the courtesies shown me in mine. Ye are Greeks : ye will not condemn me for humanity and gratitude. Partly with another motive. I knew that Aria- manes had the greatest influence over Xerxes. I knew that the great king would at any cost seek to regain the liberty of his friend. I urged upon Ariamanes the wisdom of a peace with the Greeks even on their own terms. I told him that when Xerxes sent to offer the ransom, conditions of peace would avail more than sacks of gold. He listened and ap- proved. Did I wrong in this, Pausanias "i No ; for thou, whose deep sagacity has made thee condescend even to ap- pear half Persian, because thou art all Greek — thou thyself didst sanction my efforts on behalf of Greece." Pausanias looked with a silent triumph round the con- clave, and Xanthippus nodded approval. " In order to conciliate them, and with too great conti- dence in their faith, I relaxed by degrees the rigor of their confinement ; that was a fault, I own it. Their apartments communicated with a court in which I suffered them to walk at will. But I placed there two sentinels in whom I deemed I could repose all trust — not my own countrymen — not Eretrians — not thy Spartans or Laconians, Pausanias. No ; I deemed that if ever the jealousy (a laudable jealousy) of the Greeks should demand an account of my faith and vigilance, my witnesses should be the countrymen of those who have ever the most suspected me. Those sentinels were, the one a Samian, the other a Plataean. These men have betrayed me and Greece. Last night, on returning hither from the vessel, I visited the Persians. They were about to retire to rest, and I quit them soon, suspecting nothing. This morn- ing they had fled, and with them their abettors, the sentinels. I hastened, first, to send soldiers in search of them ; and, secondly, to inform Pausanias in his galley. If I have erred, I submit me to your punishment. Punish my error, but ac- quit my honesty." " And what," said Cimon, abruptly, " led thee far from thy path, between the Heracleid's galley and the citadel, to th« PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 73 fields near the temple of Aphrodite, between the citadel, and the bay ? Thy color changes. Mark him, Greeks. Quick ; thine answer." The countenance of Gongylus had indeed lost its color and hardihood. The loud tone of Cimon — the effect his con- fusion produced on the Greeks, some of whom, the lonians, less self-possessed and dignified than the rest, half rose, with fierce gestures and muttered exclamations — served still moT-e to embarrass and intimidate him. He cast a hasty look on Pausanias, who averted his eyes. There was a pause. The Spartan gave himself up for lost ; but how much more was his fear increased when Gongylus, casting an imploring gaze upon the Greeks, said hesitatingly, — " Question me no further. I dare not speak : " and as he spoke he pointed to Pausanias. " It was the dread of thy resentment, Pausanias." said Cimon, coldly, " that withheld his confession. Vouchsafe to re-assure him." " Eretrian," said Pausanias, striking his clenched hand on the table, " I know not what tale trembles on thy lips ; but, be it what it may, give it voice, I command thee." *' Thou thyself, thou wert the cause that led me toward the temple of Aphrodite," said Gongylus, in a low voice. At these words there went forth a general dee[>breathed murmur. With one accord every Greek rose to his feet. The Spartan attendants in the rear of Pausanias drew closer to his person ; but there was nothing in their faces — yet more dark and vindictive than those of the other Greeks — that promised protection. Pausanias alone remained seated and unmoved. His imminent danger gave him back all his valor, all his pride, all his passionate and profound disdain. With un- bleached cheek, with haughty eyes, he met the gaze of the assembly : and then waving his hand as if that gesture sufficed to restrain and awe them, he said, — " In the name of all Greece, whose chief I yet am, whose protector I have once been, I command ye to resume your seats, and listen to the Eretrain. Spartans, fall back. Gov- ernor of Byzantium, pursue your tale." " Yes, Pausanias," resumed Gongylus, " you alone were the cause that drew me from my rest. I would fain be silent, but—" " Say on ! " cried Pausanias, fiercely, and measuring the space between himselt and Gongylus, in doubt whether the Eretrian's head were within reach of his cimeter ; so at least 74 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAl^. Gongylus interpreted that freezing look of despair andven geance, and he drew back some paces. " I place myself O Greeks, under your protection ; it is dangerous to reveal the errors of the great. Know that, as Governor of Byzantium, many things ye wot not of reach my ears. Hence, I guard against dangers while ye sleep, Learn, then, that Pasuanias is not without the weakness of his ancestor, Alcides ; he loves a maiden — a Byzantine — Cleonice, the daughter of Diagoras." This unexpected announcement, made in so grave a tone, provoked a smile among the gay lonians ; but an exclamation of jealous anger broke from Antagoras, and a blush, partly of wounded pride, partly of warlike shame, crimsoned the swarthy cheek of Pausanias. Cimon, who was by no means free from the joyous infirmities of youth, relaxed his severe brow, and said, after a short pause, — " Is it, then, among the grave duties of the Governor of Byzantium to watch over the fair Cleonice, or to aid the suit of her illustrious lover ? " " Not so, " answered Gongylns ; " but the life of the Grecian General is dear, at least, to the grateful Governor of Byzantium. Greeks, ye know that among you Pausanias has many foes. Returning last night from his presence, and passing through the thicket, I overheard voices at hand. 1 caught the name of Pausanias. " The Spartan, " said one voice, " nightly visits the house of Diagoras. He goes usually alone. From the height near the temple we can watch well, for the night is clear; if he goes alone, we can intercept his way on his return. " " To the height ! " cried the other. I thought to distinguish the voices, but the trees hid the speakers. I followed the footsteps toward the temple, for it behooved me to learn who thus menaced the chief of Greece. But ye know that the wood reaches even to the sacred build- ing, and the steps gained the temple before I could recognize the men. I concealed myself, as I thought, to watch ; but it seems that I was perceived, for he who saw me, and now ac- cuses, was doubtless one of the assassins Happy I, if the sight of a witness scared him from the crime. Either fear- ing detection, or aware that their intent that night was frus- trated — for Pansanias, visiting Cleonice earlier than his wont, had already resought his galley — the men retreated as they came, unseen not heard. I caught their receding stf^ps through the brushwood. Greeks, I have said. Who is my accuser ? in him behold the v/ould-be murderer of Pausanias ! " " Liar ! " cried an indignant and loud voice among the captains, and Antagoras stood forth from the circle. PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 75 " It is I who saw thee. Barest thou accuse Antagoras of Chios ? " " What at that hour brought Antagoras of Chios to the Temple of Aphrodite ? " retorted Gongyhis. The eyes of the Greeks turned toward the young captain, and there was confusion on his face. But, recovering him- self quickly, the Chian answered, " Why should I blush to own it ? Aphrodite is no dishonorable deity to the men of the Ionian Isles, I sought the temple at that hour, as is our wont, to make my offering and record my prayer." "Certainly," said Cimon. "We must own that Aphro- dite is powerful at Byzantium. Who can acquit Pausanias and blame Antagoras ! " " Pardon me — one question," said Gonyplus. " Is not the female heart which Antagoras would beseech the god- dess to soften toward him that of the Cleonice of whom we spoke ? See, he denies it not. Greeks, the Chins are warm lovers, and warm lovers are revengeful rivals." This artful speech had its instantaneous effect among the younger and more unthinking loiterers. Those who at once would have disbelieved the imputed guilt of Antagoras upon motives merely political, inclined to a suggestion that as- cribed it to the jealousy oiE a lover. And his character, ardent and fiery, rendered the suspicion yet more plausible. Mean- while the minds of the audience had been craftily drawn from the grave and main object of the meeting — the flight of the Persians — and a lighler and livelier curiosity had supplanted the eager and dark resentment which had hitherto animated the circle. Pausanias, with the subtle genius that belonged to him, hastened to seize advantage of the momentary diversion in his favor, and before the Chian could recover from his consternation, both at the charge and the evident effect it had produced upon a part of the assembly, the Spartan stretched his hand, and spake, — " Greeks, Pausanias listens to no tale of danger to him- self. Willingly he believes that Gongylus either misinter- preted the intent of some jealous and heated threats, or thnt the words he overheard were not uttered by Antagoras. Pos- sible is it, too, that others may have sought the temple with less gentle desires than our Chian ally. Let this pass. Un- worthy such matters of the councils of bearded men : too much reference has been made to those follies which our idleness has given birth to. Let no fair Briseis renew strife among chiefs and soldiers. Excuse not thyself, Antagoras ; we dis- miss all charge against thee. On the other hand, Gongylus ^6 FAUSANIAS, THE SPARTA AT. will doubtless seem to you to have accounted for his a[:pear- ance near the precincts of the temple. And it is but a coin- cidence, natural enough, that the Persian prisoners should have chosen, later in the night, the same spot for the steeds to await them. The thickness of the wood round the temple, and the direction of the place towards the east, points out the neighborhood as the very one in which the fugitives would ap- point the horses. Waste no further time, but provide at once for the pursuit. To you, Cimon, be this case confided. Al- ready have I despatched fifty light-armed men on fleet Thes- salian steeds. You, Cimon, increase the number of the pur- suers. The prisoners may be yet recaptured. Doth aught else remain worthy of our ears ? If so, speak ; if not de- part." " Pausanias," said Antagoras, firmly, " let Gongylus re- tract, or not, his charge against me, 1 retain mine against Gongylus. Wholly false is it that in word or deed I plotted violence against thee, though of much — not as Cleonice's lover, but as Grecian Captain — I have good reason to complain. Wholly false is it that I had a comrade. I was alone. And coming out from the temple, where I had hung my chaplet, I perceived Gongylus clearly under the starlit skies. He stood in listening attitude close by the sacred myrtle grove. I hastened toward him, but methinks he saw me not ; he turned slowly, penetrated the wood, and vanished. I gained the spot on the soft sward which the dropping boughs make ever humid. I saw the print of hoofs. Within the thicket I found the pearls that Cimon has displayed to you. Clear, then, is it that this man lies — clear that the Persians must have fled already — al- though Gongylus declares that on his return to the citadel he visited them in their prison. Explain this, Eretrian ! " " He who would speak false witness," answered Gongylus, with a firmness equal to the Chian's, " can find pearls at whatsoever hour he pleases. Greeks, this man presses me to renew the charge which Pausanias generously sought to stifle. I have said. And I, Governor of Byzantium, call on the council of the Grecian Leaders to maintain my authority, and protect their own Chief." Then arose a vexed and perturbed murmur, most of the lonians siding with Antagoras, such of the allies as yet chmg to the Dorian ascendency grouping around Gongylus. The persistence of Antagoras had made the dilemma of no slight embarrassment to Pausanias. Something lofty in his original nature urged him to shrink from supporting PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTA IV. p Gon mit to the policy of conciliating the allies. But discontent arose from causes beyond his power, had lie genuinely exerted it, to remove. For it was a discon- tent that lay in the hostility of race to race. Though the Spartan Equals had preached courtesy to the lonians, the ordinary manner of the Spartan warriors was invariably PAUSAXTAS, THE SPARTAX. 89 offeiisive to the vain and susceptible confederates of a more polished race. A Spartan, wherever he might be placed, unconsciously assumed superiority. The levity of an Ionian was ever displeasing to him. Out of the actual battle-field, tbey could have no topics in common, none which did not provoke irritation and dispute. On the other hand, most of the lonians could ill conceal their disaffection, mnigled with something of just contempt at the notorious and con- fessed incapacity of the Spartans for maritime affairs, while a Spartan was yet the commander of the fleet. And many of them, wearied with inaction and anxious to return home, were willing to seize any reasonable pretext for desertion. In this last motive lay the real strength and safety of Pau- sanias. And to this end his previous policy of arrogance was not so idle as it had seemed to the Greeks, and appears still in the page of history. For a Spartan really anxious to preserve the pre-eminence of his country, and to prevent the sceptre of the seas passing to Athens, could have de- vised no plan of action more sagacious and profound than one which would disperse the lonians, and the Athenians them- selves, and reduce the operations of the Grecian force to that land warfare in which the Spartan pre-eminence was equally indisputable and undisputed. And still Pausanias, even in his change of manner, plotted and intrigued and hoped for this end. Could he once sever from the encampment the Athenians and the Ionian allies, and yet remain with his own force at Byzantium until the Persian army could collect on the Phr)'gian frontier, the way seemed clear to his ambition. Un- der ordinary circumstances, in this object he might easily have succeeded. But it chanced that all his schemes were met with invincible mistrust by those in whose interest they were con- ceived, and on whose co-operation they depended for suc- cess. The means adopted by Pausanias in pursuit of his policy were too distasteful to the national prejudices of the Spartan govenment, to enable him to elicit from the national ambition of that government sufftcient sympathy with the ob- ject of it. The more he felt himself uncomprehended and mis- trusted by his countrymen, the more personal became the character, and the more unscrupulous the course, of his ambi- tion. Unhappily for Pausanias, moreover, the circumstances which chafed his pride also thwarted the satisfaction of his affections ; and his criminal ambition was stimulated by that less guilty passion which shared with it the mastery of a singularly turbulent and impetuous soul. Not his the love 90 PAUSAiXIAS, THE SPARTAN. of sleek, gallant, and wanton youth : it was the love of man in his mature years, but of man to whom love till then had been unknown. In that large and dark and stormy nature, all passions, once admitted, took the growth of Titans. He loved as those long lonely at heart alone can love ; he loved as love the unhappy when the unfamiliar bliss of the sweet human emotion descends like dew upon the desert. To him Cleonice was a creature wholly out of the range of expe- rience. Differing in every shade of her versatile humor from the only women he had known — the simple, sturdy, unedu- cated maids and matrons of Sparta — her softness enthralled him, her anger awed. In his dreams of future power, of an absolute throne and unlimited dominion, Pausanias beheld the fair Byzantine crowned, by his side. Fiercely as he loved, and little as the sentiment of love mingled with his passion, he yet thought not to dishonor a victim, but to elevate a bride. What though the laws of Sparta were against such nuptials, was not the hour approaching when these laws should be trampled under his armed heel ? Since the contract with the Persians, which Gonglylus assured him Xerxes would joyously and promptly fulfil, Pausanias already felt, in a soul whose arrogance arose from jhe consciousness of powers that had not yet found their field, as if he were not the subject of Sparta, but her lord and king. In his interviews with Cleonice, his language took a tone of promise and of hope that at times lulled her fears, and communicated its sanguine colorings of the future to her own dreams. With the elas- ticity of youth her spirits rose from the solemn despondency with which she had replied to the reproaches of Antagoras. For though Pausanias spoke not openly of his schemes, though his words were mysterious, and his replies to her questions ambiguous and equivocal, still it seemed to her, seeing in him the hero of all Hellas, so natural that he could make the laws of Sparta yield to the weight of his authority, or relax in homage to his renown, that she indulged the be- lief that his influence would set aside the iron customs of his country. Was it too extravagant a reward to the conqueror of the Mede to suffer him to select at least the partner of his hearth ? No, Hope was not dead in that young breast. Still might she be the bride of him whose glory had dazzled her noble and sensitive nature, till the faults that darkened it were lost in the blaze. Thus, insensibly to herself, her tones became softer to her stern lover, and her heart betrayed it- self more in her gentle looks. Yet again were there times PA USA NIAS, THE SPA RTAN. 91 when doubt and alarm returned with more than their ear- lier force — times when, wrapped in his lurid and absorbing ambition, Pausanias escaped from his usual suppressed re- serve — times when she recalled that night in which she had witnessed his interview with the strangers of the East, and had trembled lest the altar should be kindled upon the ruins of his fame. For Cleonice was wholly, ardently, sublimely Greek, filled in each crevice of her soul with its lovely poet-, ry, its beautiful superstition, its heroic freedom. As Greek, she had loved Pausanias, seeing in him the lofty incarna- tion of Greece itself. The descendant of the demi-god, the champion of Plataea, the saviour of Hellas — theme for song till song should be no more — these attributes were what she beheld and loved ; and not to have reigned by his side over a world would she have welcomed one object of that evil ambition which renounced the loyalty of a Greek for the supremacy of a king. Meanwhile, though Antagoras had, with no mean degree of generosity, relinquished his suit to Cleonice, he detected with a jealous vigilance the continued visits of Pausanias, and burned with increasing hatred against his favored and powerful rival. Though, in common with all the Greeks out of the Peloponnesus, he was very imperfectly acquainted with the Spartan constitution, he could not be blinded, like Cleo- nice, into the belief that a law so fundamental in Sparta, and so general in all the primitive states of Greece, as that which forbade intermarriage with a foreigner, could be cancelled for the Regent of Sparta, and in favor of an obscure maiden of Byzantium. Every visit Pausanius paid to Cleonice buc served, in his eyes, as a prelude to her ultimate dishonor He lent himself, therefore, with all the zeal of his vivacioui and ardent character, to the design of removing Pausanias himself from Byzantium. He plotted with the implacable Uliades and the other Ionian captains to send to Sparta a for- mal mission, stating their grievances against the Regent and urging his recall. But the altered manner of Pausanius de- prived them of their just pretext ; and the lonians, more and more under the influence of the Athenian chief, were disin- clined to so extreme a measure without the consent of Aristides and Cimon. These two chiefs were not passive spectators of af- fairs so critical to their ambition for Athens — they penetrated into the motives of Pausanias in the novel courtesy of de- meanor that he adopted, and they foresaw that if he could succeed in wearing away the patience of the allies and disr 92 PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN: persing the fleet, yet without giving occasion for his own re call, the golden opportunity of securing to Athens the niari time ascendency would be lost. They resolved, therefore, to make the occasion which the wiles of the Regent had delayed ; and toward this object Antagoras, moved by his own jealous hate against Pausanias, worked incessantly. Fearless and vigilant, he was ever on the watch for some new charge against the Spartan chief, ever relentless in stimulating sus- picion, aggravating discontent, inflaming the fierce, and argu- ing with the timid. His less exalted station allowed him to mix more familiarly with the ^^arious Ionian officers than would have become the high-born Cimon, and the dignified repute of Aristides. Seeking to distract his mind from the haunting thought of Cleonice, he flung himself with the ardor of his Greek temperament into the social pleasures, which took a zest from the design that he carried into them all. In the banquets, in the sports, he was ever seeking to increase the enemies of his rival ; and where he charmed a gay com- panion, there he often enlisted a bold conspirator. Pausanias, the unconscious or the careless object of the Ionian's jealous hate, could not resist the fatal charm of Cleo- nice's presence ; and if it sometimes exasperated the more evil elements of his nature, at other times it so lulled them to rest, that had the Fates given him the rightful claim to that single treasure, not one guilty thought might have dis- turbed the majesty of a soul which, though undisciplined and uncultured, owed half its turbulence and half its rebellious pride to its baffled yearnings for human affection and natu- ral joy. And Cleonice, unable to shun the visits which her weak and covetous father, despite his promised favor to the suit of Antagoras, still encouraged ; and feeling her honor, at least, if not her peace, was secured by that ascendency which, with each successive interview between them, her character more and more asserted over the Spartan's higher nature relinquished the tormenting levity of tone whereby she had once sought to elude his earnestness, or conceal her own sen- timents. An interest in a fate so solemn, an interest far deeper than mere human love, stole into her heart and eleva- ted its instincts. She recognized the immense compassion which was due to the man so desolate at the head of arma- ments, so dark in the midst ofglor\'. Centuries roll, customs change, but, ever since the time of the earliest mother, woman yearns to be the soother. PA DSAAVAS, THE SPA R TAN. CHAPTER VI. 93 It was the hour of the day when between the two princi* pal meals of the Greeks, men surrendered themselves to idle- ness or pleasure ; when groups formed in the market-place, or crowded the barbers' shops, to gossip and talk of news \ when the tale-teller or ballad-singer collected round him on the quays his credulous audience ; when on playgrounds that stretched behind the taverns or without the walls the more active youths assembled, and the quoit was hurled, or mimic battles waged with weapons of wood ; or the Dorians weaved their simple, the lonians their more intricate or less decorous dances. At that hour Lysander, wandering from the circles of his countrymen, walked musingly by the sea-shore. "And why," said the voice of a person who had aj> preached him unperceived, " and why, O Lysander, art thou absent from thy comrades, thou model and theme of the youths of Sparta, foremost in their manly sports, as in their martial labors ? " Lysander turned and bowed low his graceful head, for he who accosted him was scarcely more honored by the Atheni- ans, whom his birth, his wealth, and his popular demeanor dazzled, than by the plain sons of Sparta, who, in his simple garb, his blunt and hasty manner, his professed admiration for all things Spartan, beheld one Athenian at least congenial to their tastes. " The child that misses its mother," answered Lysander, " has small joy with its playmates. And I, a Spartan, pine for Sparta." " Truly," returned Cimon, " there must be charms in thy noble country of which we other Greeks know but little, if amidst all the luxuries and delights of Byzantium thou canst pine for her rugged hills. And although, as thou knowest well, I was once a sojourner in thy city as embassador from my own, yet to foreigners so little of the inner Spartan life is revealed, that I pray thee to satisfy my curiosity and ex- plain to me the charm that reconciles thee and thine to in- stitutions which seem to the lonians at war with the pleasures and the graces of social life."* * Alexander, King of Macedon, had visited the Athenians with over- tures of peace and alliance from Xerxes and Mardonius. These over g4 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. " 111 can the native of one land explain to the son of an- other why he loves it," returned Lysander. " That which the Ionian calls pleasure is to me but tedious vanity ; that which he calls grace is to me but ener\ate le\ity. Me it pleases to find the day, from sunrise to night, full of occupa- tions that leave no languor, that employ, but not excite. Foi the morning, our gymnasia, our military games, the chase — diversions that brace the limbs and leave us in peace fit for war — diversions which, unlike the brawls of the wordy Agora, bless us with the calm mind and clear spirit resulting from vigorous habits, and insuring jocund health. Noon brings our simple feast, shared in public, enlivened by jest ; late at eve we collect in our Lesch^e, and the winter nights seem short, listening to old men's talk of our sires and heroes. To us life is one serene yet active holiday. No Spar- tan condescends to labor, yet no Spartan can womanize himself by ease. For us, too, differing from you Ionian Greeks, for us women are companions, not slaves. Man's youth is passed under the eyes and in the presence of those from whom he may select, as his heart inclines, the future mother of his children. Not for us your feverish and miserable ambitions, the intrigues of demagogues, the drudge- ry of the mart, the babble of the populace ; we alone know the quiet repose of heart. That which I see everywhere else, the gnawing strife of passion, visits not the stately calm of the Spartan life. We have the leisure, not of the body alone, but of the soul. Equality with us is the all in all, and we know not that jealous anguish — the desire to rise one above the other. We busy ourselves not in making wealth, in rul- ing mobs, in ostentatious rivalries of state, and gaud, and power — struggles without an object. When we struggle, it is for an end. Nothing moves us from our calm but danger to Sparta, or woe to Hellas. Harmony, peace, and order — these are the graces of our social life. Pity us, O Athenian ! " tures were confined to the Athenians alone, and the Spartans were fear- ful lest they should be accepted. The Athenians, however, generously refused them. Gold, said thev, hath no amount, earth no territory, how beautiful soever that could tempt the Athenians to accept conditions from the Mede for the servitude of Greece. On this the Persians invaded Attica, and the Athenians, after waiting in vain for promised aid from Sparta, took refuge at .Salamis. Meanwhile, they had sent messengers or embassadors to Sparta, to remonstrate on the violation of their agree- ment in delaying succor. This chanced at the very time when, by the death of his father, Cleombrotus, Pausanias became Regent. Slowly, and after much hesitation, the Spartans sent them aid under Pausanias. Two of the embassadors were Aristides and Cimon PA USA NI AS, THE SPARTAN. 95 Cimon had listened with profound attention to a speech unusually prolix and descriptive for a Spartan ; and he sighed deeply as it closed. For that young Athenian, destined to so renowned a place in the history of his countr}^, was, despite his popular manners, no fai'orer of the popular passions. Lofty and calm, and essentially an aristocrat by nature and opinion, this picture of a life unruffled by the restless changes of democracy, safe and aloof from the shifting humors of the nmltitude, charmed and allured him. He forgot for the mo- ment those counter-propensities which made him still Athenian — the taste for magnificence, the love of women, and the desire of rule. His busy schemes slept within him, and he answered, — " Happy is the Spartan who thinks with you. Yet," he added, after a pause, " yet own that there are among you many to whom the life you describe has ceased to proffer the charms that inthrall you,and who envy the more diversified and exciting existence of surrounding states. Lysander's eulogiums shame his chief, Pausanias." " It is not for me, nor for thee, whose years scarce exceed my own, to judge of our elders in renown," said Lysander, with a slight shade over his calm brow. " Pausanias will surely be found still a Spartan, when Sparta needs him ; and the heart of the Heracleid beats under the robe of the Mede." " Be frank with me, Lysander ; thou knowest that my own countrymen often jealously accuse me of loving Sparta too well. I imitate, say they, the manners and dress of the Spartan, as Pausanias those of the Mede. Trust me, then, and bear with me, when I say that Pausanias ruins the cause of Sparta. If he tarry here longer in the command, he will render all the allies enemies to thy country. Already he has imjDaired his fame and dimmed his laurels ; already, despite his pretexts and excuses, we percewe that his whole nature is corrupted. Recall him to Sparta while it is yet time — time to reconcile the Greeks with Sparta, time to save the hero of Plateea from the contaminations of the East. Preserve his own glory, dearer to thee as his special friend than to all men, yet dear to me, though an Athenian, from the memory of the deeds which delivered Hellas." Cimon spoke with the blunt and candid eloquence natural to him, and to which his manly countenance and earnest tone and character for truth gave singular effect. Lysander remained long silent. At length he said : " I go FA USA N! AS. THE SPARTA/^. neither deny nor assent to thine arguments, son of Miltiades. The Ephors alone can judge of their wisdom." " But if we address them, by message, to the Ephois, thou and the nobler Spartans will not resent our remonstrances ? " " All that injures Pausanias, Lysander will resent. Little know I of the fables of poets, but Homer is at least as faniil- iar to the Dorian, as to the Ionian, and I think with him that between friends there is but one love and one anger." " Then are the frailties of Pausanias dearer to thee than his fame, or Pausanias himself dearer to thee than Sparta — the erring brother than the venerable mother." Lysander's voice died on his lips ; the reproof struck home to him. He turned away his face, and, with a slow wave of his hand, seemed to implore forbearance. Cimon was touched by the action and the generous embarrassment of the Spartan ; he saw, too, that he had left in the mind he had addressed thoughts that might work as he had designed ; and he judged by the effect produced on Lysander what in- fluence the same arguments might effect addressed to others less under the control of personal friendship. Therefore, with a few gentle words, he turned aside, continued his way, and left Lvsander alone. Entering the town, the Athenian threaded his path through some of the narrow lanes and alleys that wound from the quays toward the citadel, avoiding the broader and more fre- quented streets. The course he took was such as rendered it little probable that he should encounter any of the higher classes, and especially the Spartans, who from their consti- tutional pride shunned the resort of the populace. But as he came nearer the citadel, stray Helots were seen at times emerging from the inns and drinking-houses, and these stopped short and inclined low if they caught sight of him at a distance ; for his hat and staff, his majestic stature and composed step, made them take him for a Spartan. One of these slaves, however, emerging suddenly from a house close by which Cimon passed, recognized him, and, re- treating within abruptly, entered a room in which a man sat alone, and seemingly in profound thought ; his cheek rested on- one hand, with the other he leaned upon a small lyre ; his eyes were bent on the ground, and he started,as a man does dream-like from a reverie, when the Helot touched him, and said abruptly, and in a tone of surprise and inquiry, — " Cimon the Athenian is ascending the hill toward the Spartan quarter." _ .^ _ PAUSANIAS, THE SPAKTA.W 97 " 'I'he Spartan quarter ! Cimon ! " exclaimed Alcman, foi it was he. " Give me tliy cap and hide." Hastily enduing himself in these rough garaients, and drawing the cap o\er his face, the Mothon hurried to the threshold, and, seeing the Athenian in the distance, followed his footsteps, though, with the skill of a man used to ambush, he kept himself unseen — now under the projecting roofs of the houses, now^ skirting the wall, which, heavy with but- rcsses, led toward the outworks of the citadel. And with such success did he pursue his track, that when Cimon paused at last at the place of his destination, and gave one vigilant and searching glance around him, he detected no living form. He had then reached a small space of table-land on which stood a few trees of great age — all that time and the encroach- ments of tli£ citadel and the town had spared of the sacred grove which formerly surrounded a rude and primitive temple, the gray columns of which gleamed through the heavy foliage. Passing, with a slow and cautious step, under the thick shadow of these trees, Cimon now arrived before the open door of the temple, placed at the east so as to admit the first beams of the rising sun. Through the threshold, in the middle of the fane, the eye rested on the statue of Apollo, raised upon a lofty pedestal and surrounded by a rail — a statue not such as the later genius of the Athenian repre- sented the god of light, and youth, and beauty ; not wrought from Parian marble, or smoothest iv'ory, and in the divinest proportions of the human form, but rude, formal, and rough- ly hewn from the wood of the yew-tree — some early effigy of the god, made by the simple piety of the first Dorian coloni- zers of Byzantium. Three forms stood mute by an altar equally homely and ancient, and adorned with horns, placed a little apart, and considerably below the statue. As the shadow of the Athenian, who halted at the thresh- hold, fell long and dark along the floor, the figures turned slowly, and advanced toward him. With an inclination of his head, Cimon retreated from the temple, and, looking round, saw abutting from the rear of the building a small cell or chamber, which doubtless in former times had served some priestly purpose, but now, doorless, empty, desolate, showed the utter neglect into which the ancient shrine of the Dorian god had fallen amidst the gay and dissolute Byzantians. To this cell Cimon directed his steps ; the men he had seen in the temple followed him ; and all four, with brief and formal o8 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. greeting, seated themselves, Cimon on a fragment of some broken column, the others on a bench that stretched along the wall. " Peers of Sparta," said the Athenian, " ye have doubtless ere this revolved sufficiently the grave matter which I opened to you in a former conference, and in which, to hear your de- cision, I seek at your appointment these sacred precincts." " Son of Miltiades," answered the blunt Polydorus, " you inform us that it is the intention of the Athenians to despatch a messenger to Sparta demanding the instant recall of Pau- sanias. You ask us to second that request. But without our aid the Athenians are masters to do as they will. Why should we abet your quarrel against the Regent ? " " Friend," replied Cimon, " we, the Athenians confess to no quarrel with Pausanias ; what we demand is to avoid all quarrel with him or yourselves. You seem to have overlooked my main argnments. Permit me to re-urge them briefly. If Pausanias remains, the allies have resolved openly to revolt ; if you, the Spartans, assist your chief, as methinks you needs must do, you are at once at war with the rest of the Greeks. If you desert him, you leave Hellas without a chief, and we will choose one of our own. Meanwhile, in thie midst of our dissensions, the towns and states well affected to Persia will return to her sway ; and Persia herself falls upon us as no longer a united enemy, but an easy prey. For the sake, there- fore, of Sparta and of Greece, we entreat you to co-operate with us ; or, rather, to let the recall of Pausanias be effected more by the wise precaution of the Spartans than by the fierce resolve of the other Greeks. So you save best the dig- nity of your state, and so, in reality, you best serve your chief. For less shameful to him is it to be recalled by you than to be deposed by us." " I know not," said Gelon, surlily, " what Sparta has to do at all with this foreign expedition. We are safe in our own defiles." " Pardon me, if I remind you that you were scarcely safe at Thermopylae, and that had the advice Demaratus prof- fered to Xerxes been taken, and that island of Cythera, which commands Sparta itself, been occupied by Persian troops, as in a future time, if Sparta desert Greece, it may be, you were undone. And, wisely or not, Sparta is now in command at Byzantium, and it behooves her to maintain, with the dignity she assumes, the interests she represents. Grant that Pau- PAUSANIAS. THE SPARTAJ^. 10 sanias be recalled, another Spartan can succeed him. Whom of your countrymen would you prefer to that high post, if you, O Peers, aid us in the dismissal of Pausanias ? " * ****** * * This chapter was left unfinished by the author ; probably with the intention of recasting it. Such an intention, at least, is indicated by the marginal marks upon the MS. — L. ,jO PAUSANIAS, THE SPAA/ Al^. BOOK THIRD. CHAPTER I. The fountain sparkled to the noonday, the sward around it was sheltered from the sun by vines formed into shadowy arcades, with interlaced leaves for roof. Afar through the vistas thus formed gleamed the blue of a sleeping sea. Under the hills, or close by the margin of the fountain, Cleonice was seated upon a grassy knoll, covered with wild flowers. Behind her, at a little distance, grouped her hand- maids, engaged in their womanly work, and occasionally con- versing in whispers. At her feet reposed the grand form of Pausanias. Alcman stood not far behind him, his hand resting on his lyre, his gaze fixed upon the upward jet of the fountain. " Behold," said Cleonice, " how the water soars up to the level of its source ! " " As my soul would soar to thy love," said the Spartan, amorously, " As thy soul should soar to the stars. O son of Hercu- les, when I hear thee burst into thy wild flights of ambition, I see not thy way to the stars." " Wliy dost thou ever thus chide the ambition which may give me thee ? " " No, for thou mightest then be as much below me as thou art now above. Too humble to mate with the Hera- cleid, I am too proud to stoop to the Tributary of the Mede." " Tributary for a sprinkling of water and a handful of earth. Well, my pride may revolt, too, from the tribute. But, alas ! what is the tribute Sparta exacts from me now? — personal libert}^ — freedom of soul itself. The Mede's PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: lOi Tributary may be a king over millions ; the Spartan Regent is a slave to the few." " Cease — cease — cease. I will not hear thee," cried Cleo- nice, placing her hands on her ears. Pausanias gently drew them away ; and holding them both captive in the large clasp of his own right hand, gazed eagerly into her pure, unshrinking eyes. " Tell me," he said, " for in much thou art wiser than I am, unjust though thou art. Tell me this. Look onward to the future with a gaze as steadfast as now meets mine, and say if thou canst discover any path, except that which it pleases thee to condemn, which may lead thee and me to the marriage altar ! " Down sunk those candid eyes, and the virgin's cheek grew first rosy red, and then pale, as if every drop of blood had receded to the heart. " Speak ! " insisted Pausanias, softening his haughty voice to its meekest tone. " I cannot see the path to the altar," murmured Cleonice, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. " And if thou seest it not," returned Pausanias, " art thou brave enough to say, ' Be we lost to each other for life .'' ' I, though man and Spartan, am not brave enough to say that." He released her hands as he spoke, and clasped his own over his face. Both were long silent. Alcman had for some moments watched the lovers with deep interest, and had caught into his listening ears the pur- port of their words. He now raised his lyre, and swept his hand over the chords. The touch was that of a master, and the musical sounds produced their effect on all. The hand- maids paused from their work. Cleonice turned her eyes wistfully toward the Mothon. Pausanias drew his hands from his face, and cried joyously : " I accept the omen. Foster-brother, 1 have heard that measure to a hymejieal song. Sing us the words that go with the melody." " Nay," said Alcman, gently, " the words are not those which are sung before youth and maiden when they walk over perishing Bowers to bridal altars. They are the words which embody a legend of the land in which the heroes of old dwell, removed from earth, yet preserved from Hades." " Ah," said Cleonice — and a strange expression, calmly mournful, settled on her features — '' then the words may haply utter my own thoughts. Sing them to us, I pray thee." The Mothon bowed his head, and thus began : lOS PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAI^. THE ISLE OF SPIRITS. Many wonders on the ocean Bj' the moonlight may be seen; Under moonlight on the Euxine Rose the blessed silver isle, As Leostratus of Croton, At the Pythian god's behest, Steer'd along the troubled waters To the tranquil spirit-land. In the earthquake of the battle, When the Locrians reel'd before Croton's shock of marching iron, Strode a Phantom to their van : Strode the shade of Locrian Ajax, Guarding still the native soil, And Leostratus, confronting. Wounded fell before the spear. Leech and herb the wound could heal nat{ Said the Pythian god, " Depart, Voyage o'er the troubled Euxine To the tranquil spirit-land. *' There abides the Locrian Ajax, He who gave the wound shall heal} Godlike souls are in their mercy Stronger yet than in their wrath." While at ease on lullM waters Rose the blessed silver isle, Purple vines in lengthening vistas Knit the hill-top to the beach. And the beach had sparry caverns, And a floor of golden sands, And wherever soat'd the cypress, Underneath it bloom'd the rose. Glimmer'd there amid the vine-trees, Thoro' cavern, over beach. Life-like shadows of a beauty Which the living know no more ; Towering statures of great heroes, They who fought at Thebes and Troy| And with looks that poets dream of Beam'd the women heroes loved. Kingly, forth before their comrades. As the vessel touch'd the shore, PAUSANIAS, THE SPAKTAA. foJ Came the stateliest Two by Hymen Ever hallow'd into One. As He strode, the forests trembled To the awe that crown'd his brow ; As She stepp'd, the ocean dimpled To the ray that left her smile. " Welcome hither, fearless warrior I " Said A voice in which there slept Thunder-sounds to scatter armies, As a north wind scatters leaves. " Welcome hither, wounded sufferer," Said a voice of music low As the coo of doves that nestle Under summer boughs at noon. " Who are ye, O shapes of glory?" Ask'd the wondering living man : Quoth the Man-ghost, " This is Helen, And the Fair is for the Brave. " Fairest prize to bravest victor ; Whom doth Greece her bravest deeai?* Said Leostratus, "Achilles: " " Bride and bridegroom then are we." "Low I kneel to thee, Pelides, But, O marvel, she thy bride, She whose guilt unpeopled Hellas, She whose marriage lights fired Troy I • Frown'd the large front of Achilles, Overshadowing sea and sky, Even as when between Olympus And Oceanus hangs storm. " Know, thou dullard," said Pelides, " That on the funereal pyre Earthly sins are purged from glory, And the Soul is as the Name. "If to her in life— a Paris, If to me in life — a slave, Helen's mate is here Achilles, Mine — the sister of the stars. " Naught of her survives but beauty. Naught of me survives but fame; Here the Beautiful and Famous Intermingle evermore." Then throughout the Blessed Island Sung aloud the Race of Light, J04 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. ' Know, the Beautiful and Famous Marry here for evermore ! " " Thy song bears a meaning deeper than its words," said Pausanias ; " but if that meaning be consolation, I compre hend it not." " I do," said Cleonice. " Singer, I pray thee draw near Let us talk of what my lost mother said was the favorite theme of the grander sages of Miletus. Let us talk of what lies afar and undiscovered amidst waters more troubled than the Euxine. Let us speak of the Land of Souls." " Who ever returned from that land to tell us of it ? " said Pausanias. " Voyagers that never voyaged thither save in song." " Son of Cleombrotus," said Alcman, " hast thou not heard that in one of the cities founded by thine ancestor, Hercules, and named after his own name, there yet dwells a Priesthood that can summon to living eyes the Phantoms of the Dead ? " "No," answered Pausanias, with the credulous wonder common to eager natures which philosophy has not with- drawn from the realm of superstition. "But," asked Cleonice, " does it need the Necromancer to convince us that the soul does not perish when the breath leaves the lips ? If I judge the burden of thy song aright, thou art not, O singer, uninitiated in the divine and consoling doctrines which, emanating, it is said, from the schools of Miletus, establish the immortality of the soul, not for demi-gods and heroes only, but for us all ; which imply the soul's purification from earthly sins, in some re- gions less chilling and stationary than the sunless and mel- ancholy Hades." Alcman looked at the girl surprised. " Art thou not, maiden," said he, " one of the many fe- male disciples whom the successors of Pythagoras the Saniian have enrolled ? " " Nay," said Cleonice, modestly ; " but my mother had listened to great teachers of wisdom, and I speak imperfect- ly the thoughts I have heard her utter when she told me she had no terror of the grave." " Fair Byzantine," returned the Mothon, while Pausanias, leaning his upraised face on his hand, listened mutely to themes new to his mind and foreign to his Spartan culture — " fair Byzantine, we in Lacedaemon, whether free or en- PAUSANIA.S, THE SPARTAN 105 slaved, are not educated to the subtle learning which dis- tinguishes the intellect of Ionian Sages. But I, born and licensed to be a poet, converse eagerly with all who swell the stores which enrich the treasure-house of song. And thus, since we have left the land of Sparta, and more espe- cially in yon city, the centre of many tribes and of many minds, I have picked up, as it were, desultory and scattered notions, which, for want of a fitting teacher, I bind and arrange for myself as well as I may. And since the ideas that now float through the atmosphere of Hellas are not confined to the great, nay, perhaps are less visible to them than to those whose eyes are not rivetted on the absorbing substances of ambition and power, so I have learned some- thing, I know not how, save that I have listened and re- flected. And here, where I have heard what sages conjec- ture of a world which seems so far off, but to which we are so near that we may reach it in a moment, my interest might indeed be intense. For what is this world to him who came into it a slave ? " " Alcman," exclaimed Pausanias, " the foster-brother of the Heracleid is no more a slave." The Mothon bowed his head gratefully, but the expres sion on his face retained the same calm and sombre resigna- tion. « " Alas ! " said Cleonice, with the delicacy of female con- solation, " who in this life is really free ? Have citizens no thralldoni in custom and law ? Are we not all slaves ? " " True. All slaves ! " murmured the royal victor. " Envy none, O Alcman. Yet," he continued, gloomily, " what is the life beyond the grave which sacred tradition and an- cient song holds out to us ? Not thy silver island, vain singer, unless it be only for an early race more immediately akin to the gods. Shadows in the shade are the dead, at the best reviving only their habits when on earth, in phantom-like delusions ; aiming spectral darts, like Orion, at spectral lions ; things bloodless and pulseless ; existences followed to no purpose through eternity, as dreams are through a night. Who cares so to live again ? Not I." " The sages that now rise around, and speak oracles dif ferent from those heard at Delphi," said Alcman, " treat not thus the soul's immortality. They begin by inquiring how cre-ation rose ; they seek to find the primitive element ; what that may be they dispute ; some say the fiery, some the airy, some the etherial element. Their language here lo6 PA us AN/AS, THE SPARTAN is obscure. But it is a something which forms, harmo- nizes, works, and lives on forever. And of that somethmg is the soul ; creative, harmonious, active, an element in it- self. Out of its development here, that soul comes on to a new development elsewhere. If here the beginning lead to that new development in what we call virtue, it moves to light and joy ; if it can only roll on through the grooves it has here made for itself, in what we call vice and crime, its path is darkness and wretchedness." " In what we call virtue — what we call vice and crime ? Ah," said Pausanias, with a stern sneer, " Spartan virtue, O Alcman, is what a Helot may call crime. And if ever the Helot rose and shouted freedom, would he not say, This is virtue ? Would the Spartan call it virtue, too, my foster- brother ? " " Son of Cleombrotus," answered Alcman, " it is not for me to vindicate the acts of th^ master ; nor to blame the slave who is of my race. Yet the sage definers of virtue distinguish between the Conscience of a Polity and that of the Individual Man. Self-preservation is the instinct of every community, and all the ordinances ascribed to Lycurgus are designed to preserve the Spartan existence. For what are the pure Spartan race ? a handful of men established as lords in the midst of a hostile population. Close by the eyrie thine eagle fathers built in the rocks, hung the silent Amyclae, a city of foes that cost the Spartans many genera- tions to subdue. Hence thy state was a camp, its citi- zens sentinels ; its children were brought up from the cradle to support the stern life to which necessity devoted the men. Hardship and privation were second nature. Not enough to be brave ; vigilance was equally essential. Every Spartan life was precious ; therefore came the cunning which characterizes the Spartan ; therefore the boy is per- mitted to steal, but punished if detected ; therefore the whole Commonwealth strives to keep aloof from the wars of Greece unless itself be threatened. A single battle in a common cause might suffice to depopulate the Spartan race, and leave it at the mercy of the thousands that so reluctantly own its dominion. Hence the ruthless determination to crush the spirit, to degrade the class of the enslaved Helots ; hence its dread lest the slumbering brute force of the Ser- vile find in its own masses a head to teach the consciousness, and a hand to guide the movements, of its power. These are the necessities of the Polity ; its vices are the outgrowth PA USA NI AS, THE SPARTAN: 107 of its necessities ; and the life that so galls thee, and which has sometimes rendered mad those who return to it from hav- ing known another, and the danger that evermore surrounds the lords of a sullen multitude, are the punishments of these vices. Comprehendest thou ? " " I comprehend. " " But individuals have a conscience apart from that of the Community. Every community has its errors in its laws. No human laws, how skilfully soever framed, but give to a national character defects as well as merits, merits as well as defects. Craft, selfishness, cruelty to the subdued, inhospi- table frigidity to neighbors, make the defects of the Spartan character. But " added Alcman, with a kind of reluctant an- guish in his voice, " the character has its grand virtues, too, or would the Helots not be the masters ? Valor indomitable ; grand scorn of death ; passionate ardor for the state, which is so severe a mother to them ; antique faith in the sacred altars; sublime devotion to what is held to be duty. Are thees not found in the Spartan beyond all the Greeks, as thou seest them in thy friend Lysander — in that soul, stately, pure, com- pact in its own firm substance as a statue within a temple is in its Parian stone ? But what the gods ask from man is virtue in himself, according as he comprehends it. And, therefore, here all societies are equal ; for the gods pardon in the man the faults he shares with his Community, and ask from him but the good and the beautiful, such as the nature of his Community will permit him to conceive and to accomplish. Thou knowest that there are many kinds of music — for in- stance, the Doric, the ^olian, the Ionian — in Hellas. The Lydians have their music, the Phrygians theirs, too. The Scyth and the Mede doubtless have their own. Each race prefers the music it cultivates, and finds fault with the music of other races. And yet a man who has learned melody and measure will recognize a music in them all. So it is with virtue, the music of the human soul. It differs in differing races. But he who has learned to know what virtue is can recognize its harmonies, wherever they be heard. And thus the soul that fulfils its own notions of music, and carries them up to its ide-i of excellence, is the master soul ; and in the regions to which it goes, when the breath leaves the lips, it pursues the same art set free from the trammels that confined and the false judgments that marred it here. For then the soul is no longer Spartan, or Ionian, Lydian, Median, or Scythian. Escaped into the upper air, it is the citizen of universal treedoia lo8 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. and universal light. And hence it does not live as a ghost in gloomy shades, being merely a pale memory of tilings that have passed away ; but in its primitive being as an emanation from the one divine principle which penetrates everywhere, vivifies all things, and enjoys in all. This is what I weave together from the doctrines of varying schools ; schools that collect from the fields of thought flowers of different kinds which conceal, by adorning it, the ligament that unites them all : this, I say, O Pausanias, is my conception of the soul. " Cleonice rose softly, and, taking from her bosom a rose, kissed it fervently, and laid it at the feet of the singer. " Were this my soul, " cried she, " I would ask thee to bind it in the wreath. " Vague and troubled thoughts passed meanwhile through the mind of the Heracleid : old ideas being disturbed and dis- lodged, the new ones did not find easy settlement in a brain occupied with ambitious schemes and a heart agitated by stormy passions. In much superstitious, in much scep- tical, as education had made him the one, and experience but of worldly things was calculated to make him the other, he followed not the wing of the philosophy which passed through heights not occupied by Olympus, and dived into depths where no Tartarus echoed to the wail of Cocytus. After a pause he said, in his perplexity, — " Well mayst thou own that no Delphian oracle tells thee all this. And when thou speakest of the Divine Principle as one, dost thou not, oh presumptuous man, depopulate the Hall of Ida ? Nay, is it not Zeus himself whom thou dethronest? is not thy Divine Principle the Fate which Zeus himself must obey ? " " There is a young man of Clazomenae," answered the singer, " named Anaxagoras, who, avoiding all active life, though of birth the noblest, gives, himself up to contempla- tion, and whom I have listened to in the city as he passed through it, on his way into Eg}'pt. And I heard him say, ' Fate is an empty name. ' * Fate is blind, the Divine is All- seeing. " " How ! " cried Cleonice. " An empty name — she ! Ne- cessity, the All-compelling. " The musician drew from the harp one of the most artful of Sappho's exquisite melodies. * Anaxagoras was then between twenty and thirty years of age.— See Ritter vol. ii., for the sentiment here ascribed to him, and a general view of his tenets. FAUSANFAS, THF SPARTA IV. 109 " What drew forth that music ? " he asked, smiUng. " My hand and my will, from a genius not present, not v'.sible. Was that genius a blind fate ? No it was a grand intelligence. Nature is to the Deity what my hand and will are to the un- seen genius of the musician. They obey an intelligence and they form a music. If creation proceed from an intelligence, what we call fate is but the consequence of its laws. And Nature operates not in the external world alone, but in the core of all life ; therefore in the mind of man obeying only what some supreme intelligence has placed there ; therefore in man's mind producing music or discord, according as he has learned the principles of harmony, that is, of good. And there be sages who declare that Intelligence and Love are the same. Yet," added the Mothon, with an aspect solemnly compassionate, " not the love thou mockest by the name of Aphrodite. No mortal eye hath ever seen that love within the known sphere, yet all insensibly feel its reign. What keeps the world together but affection ? What makes the earth bring forth its fruits but the kindness which beams in the sunlight and descends in the dews ? What makes the lioness watch over her cubs, and the bird, with all air for its wanderings, come back to the fledglings in its nest ? Strike love, the conjoiner, from creation, and creation returns to a void. Destroy love, the parental, and life is born but to perish. Where stop the influence of love, or how limit multi- form degree .-' Love guards the fatherland ; crowns with turrets the walls of the freeman. What but love binds the citizens of states together, and frames and heeds the laws that sub- mit individual liberty to the rule of the common good ? Love creates, love cements, love enters and harmonizes all things. And as like attracts like, so love attracts in the hereafter the loving souls that conceived it here. From the region where it summons them, its opposites are excluded. There ceases war ; there ceases pain. There, indeed, intermingle the beautiful and glorious, but beauty purified from earthly sin, the glorious resting from earthly toil. Ask ye how to know on earthwhere love is really presiding ? Not in Paphos, not in Ama- thus. Wherever thou seest beauty and good ; wherever thou seest life, and that life pervaded with faculties of joy, there thou seest love ; there thou shouldst recognize the r3i\ !nity ? " " And where I see misery and hate," said the Spartan " what should I recognize there ? " " Master," returned the singer, " can the good come with no PAUSANIAS, TriF. SPARTAN. out a Struggle ? Is the beautiful accomplished without strife ? Recall the tales of primeval chaos, when, as sung the As- craean singer, love first darted into the midst ; imagine the heave and throe of joining elements ; conjure up the first living shapes, born of the fluctuating slime and vapor. Sure- ly they were things incomplete, deformed ghastly fragments of being, as are the dreams of a maniac. Had creative Love stopped there, and thou, standing on the height of some fair completed world, had viewed the warring portents, wouldst thou not have said, But these are the works of Evil and Hate ? Love did not stop there, it worked on ; and out of the chaos once ensouled, this glorious world swung itself into ether, the completed sister of the stars. Again, O my listeners, contemplate the sculptor, when the block from the granite shaft first stands, rude and shapeless, before him. See him in his earlier strife with the obstinate matter — how uncouth the first outline of limb and feature ; unlovelier often in the rugged commencements of shape than when the dumb mass stood shapeless. If the sculptor had stopped there, the thing might serve as an image for the savage of an abomin- able creed, engaged in the sacrifice of human fiesh. But he pauses not,he works on. Stroke by stroke comes from the stone shape of more beauty than man himself is endowed with, and in a human temple stands a celestial image, " Thus is it with a soul in the mundane sphere ; it works its way on through the adverse matter. We see its work half completed ; we cry, ' Lo ! this is misery, this is hate,' because the chaos is not yet a perfected world, and the stone block is not yet a statue of Apollo. But for that reason must we pause ? No ; we must work on, till the victory brings the repose. " All things come into order from the war of contraries ; the elements fight and wrestle to produce the wild flower at our feet ; from a wild flower man hath striven and toiled to perfect the marvellous rose of the hundred leaves. Hate is necessar}' for the energies of love, evil for the activity of good ; until, I say, the victory is won, until Hate and Evil are sub- dued, as the sculptor subdues the stone ; and then rises the divine image serene forever, and rests on its pedestal in the Uranian Temple. Lift thine eyes ; that temple is yonder. O Pausanias, the sculptor's workroom is the earth." Alcman paused, and, sweeping his hand once more over his lyre, chanted as follows : — PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN: III ** Dewdrop that weepest on the sharp-barbed thorn, Why didst thou fall from Day's golden chalices ? 'My tears bathe the thorn,' said the Dewdrop, 'To nourish the bloom of the rose.' "Soul of the Infant, why to calamity Comest thou wailing from the calm spirit-source? 'Ask of the Dew,' said the Infant, ' Why it descends on the thorn ! ' "Dewdrop from storm, and soul from calamity Vanish soon — whither ? let the Dew answer thee J 'Have not my tears been my glory ? Tears drew me up to the sun.' " What were thine uses, that thou art glorified? What did thy tears give, profiting earth or sky ? ' There, to the thorn-stem a blossom ; Here, to the Iris a tint.'" Alcman had modulated the tones of his voice into a sweet« ness so plaintive and touching, that when he paused, the handmaidens had involuntarily risen and gathered round, hushed and noiseless. Cleonice had lowered her veil over her face and bosom ; but the heaving of its tissue betrayed her half-suppressed, gentle sob ; and the proud mournfulness on the Spartan's swarthy countenance had given way to a soft composure, melancholy still — but melancholy as a lulled though dark water, over which starlight steals through dis- parted cloud. Cleonice was the first to break the spell which bound them all. " I would go within," she murmured faintly. " The sun, now slanting, strikes through the vine-leaves and blinds me with its glare." Pausanias approached timidly, and, taking her by the hand, drew her aside, along one of the grassy alleys that stretched onward to the sea. The handmaidens tarried behind, to cluster nearer round the singer. They forgot he was a slave. CHAPTER II. " Thou art weeping still, Cleonice ! " said the Spartan, •* and I have not the privilege to kiss away thy tears." " Nay, I weep not," answered the girl, throwing up her 112 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: veil ; and her face was calm, if still sad — the tear 3'et on the eyelids, but the smile upon the lip — " Thy singer has learned his art from a teacher heavenlier than the Pierides, and its name is Hope." " But if I understand him aright," said Pausanias, " the Hope that inspires him is a goddess who blesses us little on the earth." As if the ]\Iothon had overheard the Spartan, his voice here suddenly rose behind them, singing : — " There the Beautiful and Glorious Intermingle evermore." Involuntarily both turned. The Mothon seemed as if explaining to the handmaids the allegory of his marriage-song upon Helen and Achilles, for his head was raised on high, and again, with an emphasis, he chanted : — " There, throughout the Blessed Islands, And amid the Race of Light. Do the Beautiful and Glorious Intermingle evermore." " Canst thou not wait, if thou so lovest me ? " said Cleo- nice, w'ith more tenderness in her voice than it had ever yet betrayed to him ; " life is very short. Hush 1 " she contin- ued, checking the passionate interruption that burst from his lips ; " I have something I would confide to thee : listen. Know that in my childhood I had a dear friend, a maiden a few years older than myself, and she had the divine gift of trance which comes from Apollo. Often, gazing into space, her eyes became fixed, and hef frame still as a statue's ; then a shiver seized her limbs, and prophecy broke from her Ups. And she told me in one of these hours, when, as she said, ' all space and all time seemed spread before her like a sun- lit ocean,' she told me of my future, so far as its leaves have yet unfolded from the stem of my life. Spartan, she prophe- sied that I should see thee — and — " Cleonice paused, blush- ing, and then hurried on, " and she told me that suddenly her eye could follow my fate on the earth no more, that it vanished out of the time and the space on which it gazed, and, saying it, she wept, and broke into a funeral song. And therefore, Pausanias, I say life is very short, for me at least—" " Hold," cried Pausanias ; '* torture not me, nor delude PAISANIAS, THE SFARTA.W i i -^ thyself with llie dreams of a raving girl. Lives she near ? Let me visit her with thee, and I will prove thy prophetess an impostor." " They whom the Priesthood of Delphi employ through- out Hellas to find the fit natures for a Pythoness heard ol ber, and heard herself. She whom thou callest impostor gives the answer to perplexed nations from the Pythian shiine. But wherefore doubt her ? — where the sorrow .? 1 feel none. If love does rule the worlds beyond, and does unite souls who love nobly here, yonder we shall meet, O descendant of Hercules, and human laws will not part us there ! " " Thou die ! die before me ! thou, scarcely half my years ! And I be left here, with no comfort but a singer's dreamy verse, not even mine ambition ! Thrones would vanish out of earth, and turn to cinders in thine urn." " Speak not of thrones," said Cleonice, with imploring softness, " for the prophetess, too, spake of steps that went toward a throne, and vanished at the threshold of darkness, beside which sat the Furies. Speak not of thrones, dream but of glory and Hellas — of what thy soul tells thee is that virtue which makes life a Uranian music, and thus unites it to the eternal symphonj^, as the breath of the single tiute melts when it parts from the instrument into the great con- cord of the choir. Knowest thou not that in the creed of the Persians each mortal is watched on earth by a good spirit and an evil one ? And they who loved us below, or to whom we have done beneficent and gentle deeds, if they go before us into death, pass to the side of the good spirit, and strengthen him to save and to bless thee against the malice of the bad, and the bad is strengthened in his turn by those whom we have injured. Wouldst thou have all the Greeks whose birthright thou wouldst barter, whose blood thou wouldst shed for barbaric aid to thy solitary and lawless power, stand by the side of the evil Fiend ? And what could I do against so many ? what could my soul do," added Cleonice, with simple pathos, " by the side of the kinder spirit ? " Pausanias was wholly subdued. He knelt to the girl, he kissed the hem of her robe, and for the moment ambition, luxury, pomp, pride tied from his soul, and left there only the grateful tenderness of the man, and the lofty instincts of the hero. But just then — was it the evil spirit that sent him ? — the boughs of the vine were put aside, and Gongylus the 11^ PAUSAAUAS, THE SPAR TAW Eretrian stood before them. His black eyes glittered keen upon Pausanias, who rose from his knee, startled and dis pleased. " What brings thee hither, man ? " said the Regent haughtily. " Danger ! " answered Gongylus, in a hissing whisper. Lose not a moment — come." " Danger ! " exclaimed Cleonice, tremblingly, and clas]> ing her hands, and all the human love at her heart was vis- ible in her aspect. " Danger, and to him! " " Danger is but as the breeze of my native air," said the Spartan, smiling ; " thus I draw it in and thus bieathe it away. I follow thee, Gongylus. Take my greeting Cleo- nice — the Good to the Beautiful. Well, then, keep Alcman yet awhile to sing thy kind face to repose, and this time let him tune his lyre to songs of a more Dorian strain — songs that show what a Heracleid thinks of danger." He waved his hand, and the two men, striding hastily, passed along the vine alley, darkened its vista for a few minutes, then vanishing down the descent to the beach, the wide blue sea again lay lone and still before the eyes of the Byzantine maid. CHAPTER HI. Pausanias and the Eretrian halted on the shore. " Now speak," said the Spartan Regent. " Where is the danger } " " Before thee," answered Gongylus, and his hand pointed to the ocean. " I see the fleet of the Greeks in the harbor — I see the flag of my galley above the forest of their masts. I see de- tached vessels skimming along the waves hither and thither as in holiday and sport ; but discipline slackens where no foe dares to show himself. Eretrian, I see no danger." " Yet danger is there, and where danger is thou shouldst be. I have learned from my spies, not an hour since, that there is a conspiracy formed — a mutiny on the eve of an outburst. Thy place now should be in thy galley." PA rs:A NIA S, THE SPA R TA N. I \ 5 ** My boat waits yonder in tliat creek, overspread by the wild shrubs," answered Pausanias ; " a few strrkes of the oar, and I am where thou seest. And in truth, without thy summons, I should have been on board ere sunset, seeing that on the morrow I have ordered a general review of the vessels of the fleet. Was that to be the occasion for the mutiny ? " " So it is supposed." " I shall see the faces of the mutineers," said Pausanias, with a calm visage, and an eye which seemed to brighten the very atmosphere. " Thou shakest thy head ; is this all ? " " Thou art not a bird — this moment in one place, that moment in another. There, with yon armament, is the dan- ger thou canst meet. But yonder sails a danger which thou canst not, I fear me, overtake.'' " Yonder ! " said Pausanias, his eye following the hand of the Eretrian. " I see naught save the white wing of a sea- gull — perchance, by its dip into the water, it foretells a storm." " Farther off than the sea-gull, and seeming smaller than the white spot of its wing, seest thou nothing ? " " A dim speck on the farthest horizon, if mine eyes mistake not." "The speck of a sail that is bound to Sparta. It carries with it a request for thy recall." This time the cheek of Pausanias paled, and his voice slightly faltered as he said, — " Art thou sure of this ? " *' So I hear that the Samian captain, Uliades, has boasted at noon in the public baths." " A Samian !— is it only a Samian who hath ventured to address to Sparta a complaint of her General ? " " From what I could gather," replied Gong\'lus, " the complaint is more powerfully backed. But I have not, as yet heard more, though I conjecture that Athens has not been silent, and before the vessels sailed Ionian captains were seen to come with joyous faces from the lodgings of Cimon." The Regent's brow grew yet more troubled. " Cimon, of all the Greeks out of Laconia, is the one whose word would weigh most in Sparta. But my Spartans themselves are not suspected of privity and connivance in this mis- sion ? " Il6 PAC/SAXJAS, THE SPAKTAy. " It is not said that they are." Pausanias shaded his face with his hand for a moment '.n deep thought. Gongykis continued, — " If the Ephors recall thee before the Asian army is on the frontier, farewell to the sovereignty of Hellas 1 " " Ha! " cried Pausanias, " tempt me not. Thinkest thou I need other tempter than I have here ? " — smiting his breast. Gongvlus recoiled in surprise. " Pardon me, PausanJas, but temptation is another word for hesitation. I dreamed that I could not tempt ; I did not know that thou didst hesitate." The Spartan remained silent, " Are not thy messengers on the road to the great king ? — nay, perhaps already they have reached him. Didst thou not say how intolerable to thee would be life henceforth in the iron thraldom of Sparta — and now ? " " And now — f forbid thee to question me more. Thou hast performed thy task ; leave me to mine." He sprang with the spring of the mountain goat from the crag on which he stood — over a precipitous chasm, lighted on a narrow ledge, from which a slip of the foot would have been sure death, another bound yet more fear- ful, and his whole weight hung suspended by the bough of the ilex which he grasped with a single hand ; then from bough to bough, from crag to crag, the Eretrian saw him decending till he vanished amidst the trees that darkened over the fissures at the foot of the cliff. And before Gongvlus had recovered his amaze at the almost preterhuman agility and vigor of the Spartan, and his dizzy sense at the contemplation of such peril braved by another, a boat shot into the sea from the green creek, and he saw Pausanias seated beside Lysander on one of the benches, and conversing with him, as if in calm earnestness, while the ten rowers sent the boat toward the fleet with the swiftness of an arrow to its goal. " Lvsander," said Pausanias, " hast thou heard that the lonians have offered to me the insult of a mission to the Ephors demanding my recall ? " " No. Who would tell me of insult to thee ? " "But hast thou any conjecture that other Spartans around me, and who love me less than thou, would ap- prove, nay, have approved, this embassy of spies and mal- contents ? " " I think none have so approved. I fear some would so PAUSAXIAS, THE spartan: hj approve. The Spartans round thee would rejoice did they know that the pride of their armies, the Victor of Plataea, were once more within their walls." " Even to the dansrer of Hellas from the Mede ? " '■' Thy would rather all Hellas were Medized than Pau- sanias the Heracleid." " Boy, boy," said Pausanias, between his ground teeth, " dost thou not see that what is sought is the disgrace of Pausanias the Heracleid ? Grant that I am recalled from the head of this armament, and on the charge of lonians, and I am dishonored in the eves of all Greece. Dost thou remember in the last Olympiad that when Themistocles, the only rival now to me in glory, appeared on the Altis, assem- bled Greece rose to greet and do him honor ? And if I, deposed, dismissed, appeared at the next Olympiad, how would assembled Greece receive me 1 Couldst thou not see the pointed finger ^nd hear the muttered taunt, ' That is Pausanias, whom the lonians banished from Byzantium.' No, I must abide here ; I must prosecute the vast plans which shall dwarf into shadow the petty genius of Themistocles. I must counteract this mischievous embassy to the Ephors. I must send them an embassador of my own. Lysander, wilt thou go, and, burying in thy bosom thine own Spartan preju- dices, deem tha-t thou canst only serve me by proving the reasons why I should remain here ; pleading for me, arguing for me, and winning my suit ? " " It is for thee to command, and for me to obey thee," answered Lysander, simply. " Is not that the duty of sol- dier to chief .'' When we converse as friends I may contend with thee in speech. When thou sayest, ' Do this,' I execute thine action. To reason with thee would be revolt." Pausanias placed his clasped hands on the young man's shoulder, and, leaving them there, impressively said, — " I select thee for this mission because thee alone can I trust. And of me hast thou a doubt ? Tell me.'* " If I saw thee taking the Persian gold, I should say that the Demon had mocked mine eyes with a delusion. Never could I doubt, unless — unless — " " Unless what .? " " Thou wert standing under Jove's sky, against the arms of Htdlas." " And then, if some other chief bid thee raise thy sword against me, thou art Spartan, and wouldst obey ? " " I am Spartan, and cannot believe that I should evei jjg PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN: have a cause or listen to a command, to raise my sword against the cnief I now serve and love," replied Lysander. Pausanias vvithdrew his hands from Hie young man's broad shoulder. He felt humble beside the quiet truth of that sublime soul. His own deceit became more black to his conscience. " Methinks,"' he said, tremulously, " I will not send thee, after all — and perhaps the news may be false." The boat had now gained the fleet, and, steering amidst the crowded triremes, made its way toward the floating ban- ner of the Spartan Serpent. More immediately round the General's galley were the vessels of the Peloponnesian allies, by whom he was still honored. A welcoming shout rose from the seamen lounging on their decks as they caught sight of the renowned Heracleid. Cimon, who was on his own galley, at some distance, heard the shout. " So Pausanias," he said, turning to the officers round him, " has deigned to come on board, to direct, I suppose, the manoeuvres for to-morrow." " I believe it is but the form of a review for manoeuvres," said an Athenian officer, " in which Pausanias will inspect the various divisions of the fleet, and, if more be intended, will give the requisite orders for a subsequent day. No arrange- ments demanding much preparation can be anticipated for Antagoras, the rich Chian, gives a great banquet this day — a supper to the principal captains of the Isles." " A frank and hospitable reveller is Antagoras," answered Cimon. " He would have extended his invitation to the Athenians — me included — but in their name I declined." " May I ask wherefore ? " said the officer who had before spoken. " Cimon is not held averse to wine-cup and myrtle bough." " But things are said over some wine-cups and under some myrtle boughs," answered Cimon, with a quiet laugh, " which it is imprudence to hear, and would be treason to re- peat. Sup with me here on deck, friends — a supper for so- ber companions — sober as the Laconian Syssitia, and let not Spartans say that our manners are spoiled by the luxuries of Byzantium." FA USANIAS, THE SPA R TAN. 1 1 g CHAPTER IV. In an immerse peristyle of a house which a Byzantine noble, ruined by lavish extravagance, had been glad to cede to the accommodation of Antagoras and other officers of Chios, the young rival of Pausanias feasted the chiefs of the ^gean. However modern civilization may in some things surpass the ancient, it is certainly not in luxury and splendor. And although the Hellenic States had not, at that period, aimed at the pomp of show and the refinements of voluptuous pleasure which preceded their decline, and although they never did carry luxury to the wondrous extent which it reached in Asia, or even in Sicily, yet even at that time a wealthy sojourner in such a city as Byzantium could com- mand an entertainment that no monarch in our age would venture to parade before royal guests, and submit to the crit- icism of taxpaying subjects. The columns of the peristyle were of dazzling alabaster, with their capitals richly gilt. The space above was roof- less ; but an immense awning of purple, richly embroidered in Persian looms — a spoil of some gorgeous Mede — shaded the feasters from the summer sky. The couches on which the banqueters reclined were of citron-wood, inlaid with ivory, and covered with the tapestries of Asiatic looms. At the four corners of the vast hall played four fountains, and their spray sparkled to a blaze of light from colossal candelabra, in which burned perfumed oil. The guests were not assembled at a single table, but in small groups ; to each group its tripod of exquisite workmanship. To that feast of fifty revellers no less than seventy cooks had contributed the inventions of their art, but under one great master, to whose care the banquet had been consigned by the liberal host, and who ransacked earth, sky, and sea for dainties more various than this degen- erate age ever sees accumulated at a single board. And the epicure who has but glanced over the elaborate page of Athen- aeus must own with melancholy self-humiliation that the an- cients must have earned the art of flattering the palate to a perfection as absolute as the art which built the Parthenon and sculptured out of gold and ivory the Olymjiian Jove, But the first course, with its profusion of birds, flesh, and 120 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. fishes, its marvellous combinations of forced meats, and in- ventive poetry of sauces, was now over. And in the interval preceding that second course, in which gastronomy put forth its most exquisite masterpieces, the slaves began to remove the tables, soon to be replaced. Vessels of fragrant waters, in which the banqueters dipped their fingers, were handed round ; perfumes, which the Byzantine marts collected from every clime, escaped from their precious receptacles. Then were distributed the garlands. With these each guest crowned locks that streamed with odors ; and in them were combined the flowers that most charmed the eye, with bud or herb that most guards from the head the fumes of wine ; with hyacinth and flax, with golden asphodel and silver lily, the green of ivy and parsley leaf were thus entwined ; and above all, the rose, said to convey a delicious coolness to the temples on which it bloomed. And now for the first time wine came to heighten the spirits and test the charm of the garlands. Each, as the large goblets passed to him, poured from the brim, before it touched his lips, his libation to the good spirit. And as Antagoras, rising first, set this pious example, out from the farther ends of the hall, behind the fountains, burst a concert of flutes, and the great Hellenic Hymn of the Pcean. As this ceased, the fresh tables appeared before the ban- queters, covered with all the fruits in season, and with those triumphs in confectioner}'', of which honey was the main in- gredient, that well justified the favor in which the Greeks held the bee. Then, insead of the pure juice of the grape, from which the libation had been poured, came the wines, mixed at least three parts with water, and deliciously cooled. Up again rose Antagoras, and everl eye turned to him. " Companions," said the young Chian, " it is not held in free states well for a man to seize by himself upon supreme authority. We deem that a magistracy should only be obtained by the votes of others. Nevertheless, I venture to think that the latter plan does not always insure to us a good master. I believe it was by election that we Greeks have given to our- selves a generalissimo, not contented, it is said, to prove the invariable wisdom of that mode of government ; wherefore rhis seems an occasion to revive the good custom of tyranny. And I propose to do so in my person by proclaiming myself Sym- posiarch and absolute Promander in the Commonwealth here assembled. But if ye prefer the chance of the die — " PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: I2j " No, no," cried the guests almost universally ; " Antago- ras, the Symposiarch, we submit. Issue thy laws." " Hearken, then, and obey. First, then, as to the strength of the wine. Behold the crater in which there are three Naiades to one Dionysios. He is a match for them ; not for more. No man shall put into his wine more water than the slaves have mixed. Yet if any man is so diffident of the god that he thinks three Naiades too much for him, he may omit one or two, and let the wine and water fight it out upon equal terms. So much for the quality of the drink. As to quantity, it is a question to be deliberated hereafter. And now this cup to Zeus the Preserver." The toast went round. '* Music, and the music of Lydia ! " then shouted Antago- ras, and resumed his place on the couch beside Uliades. The music proceeded, the wine circled. " Friend," whispered Uliades to the host, " thy father left thee wines, I know. But if thou givest many banquets like this, I doubt if thou wilt leave wines to thy son." " I shall die childless, perhaps," answered the Chian ; " and any friend will give me enough to pay Charon's fee across the Styx." " That is a melancholy reflection," said Uliades, " and there is no subject of talk that pleases me less than that same Styx. Why dost thou bite thy lip, and choke the sigh ? By the gods ! art thou not happy ? " " Happy I " repeated Antagoras, with a bitter smile. " Oh yes ! " " Good. Cleonice torments thee no more. I myself have gone through thy trials ; ay, and oftentimes. Seven times at Samos, five at Rhodes; once at Miletus, and forty-three times at Corinth, have I been an impassioned and unsuccessful lover. Courage ; I love still." Antagoras turned away. By this time the hall was yet more crowded, for many not invited to the supper came, as was the custom with the Greeks, to the Symposium ; but these were all of the Ionian race. " The music is dull without the dancers," cried the host. " Ho, there ! the dancing-girls. Now would I give all the rest of my wealth to see among these girls one face that yet but for a moment could make me forget — " " Forget what, or whom 1 " said Uliades ; " not Cleonice ? " " Man, man, wilt thou provoke me to strangle thee ? ** muttered Antagoras. 122 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN: Uliades edged himself away. " Ungrateful ! " he cried. " What are a hundred Bvzan- tine girls to one tried male friend ? " *' I will not be ungrateful, Uliades, if thou stand by my side against the Spartan." " Thou art, then, bent upon this perilous hazard ? " " Bent on driving Pausanias from Byzantium, or into Ha- des — yes " " Touch ! " said Uliades, holding out his right hand. " By Cypris, but these girls dance like the daughters of Oceanus ; every step undulates as a wave." Antagoras motioned to his cupbearer. " Tell the leader of that dancing choir to come hither." The cupbearer obeyed. A man with a solemn air came to the foot of the Chian's couch, bowing low. He was an Eg}'ptian — one of the mean- est castes. " Swarthy friend," said Antagoras, " didst thou ever hear of the Pyrrhic dance of the Spartans ? " " Surely, of all dances am I teacher and preceptor." " Your girls know it, then ? " " Somewhat, from having seen it ; but not from practice. 'Tis a male dance and a warlike dance, O magnanimous, but, in this instance, untutored, Chian ! " " Hist, and listen." Antagoras whispered. The Kg\'p- tian nodded his head, returned to the dancing-girls, and when their measure had ceased, gathered them round him. Antagoras again rose. " Companions, we are bound now to do homage to our masters — the pleasant, affable, and familiar warriors of Sparta." At this the guests gave way to their applauding laughter. "And, therefore, these delicate maidens will present to us that flowing and Amathusian dance which the Graces taught to Spartan sinews. Ho, there — begin ! " The Egyptian had by this time told the dancers what they were expected to do ; and they came forward with an affecta- tion of stern dignity, the burlesque humor of which delighted all those lively revellers. And when, with adroit mimicr}^, their slight arms and mincing steps mocked that grand and masculine measure so associated with images of Spartan austerity and decorum, the exhibition became so humorously ludicrous that perhaps a Spartan himself would have been compelled to laugh at it. But the merriment rose to its PA us A NI AS, THE SPARTAN'. 123 height, when the Egyptian, who had withdrawn for a few minutes, re-appeared with a Median robe and mitred cap, and, calling out in his barbarous African accent, " Way for the conquerer ! " threw into his mien and gestures all the like- ness to Pausanias himself which a practised mime and posture- master could attain. The laughter of Antagoras alone was not loud — it was low and sullen, as if sobs of rage were sti- lling it ; but his eye watched the effect produced, and it an- swered the end he had in view. As the dancers now, while the laughter was at its loudest roar, vanished behind the draperies, the host rose, and his countenance was severe and grave. " Companions, one cup more, and let it be to Harmodius and Aristogiton. Let the song in thei-r honor come only from the lips of free citizens, of our Ionian comrades. Ulia- des, begin ! I pass to thee a myrtle bough ; and under it I pass a sword." Then he began the famous hymn ascribed to Callistratus, commencing with a clear and sonorous voice, and the guests repeating each stanza after him with the enthusiasm which the words usually produced among the Hellenic republicans : I in a myrtle bough the sword will carry, As did Harmodius and Aristogiton ; When they the tyrant slew, And back to Athens gave her equal laws. Thou art in nowise dead, best-loved Harmodius; Isles of the Blessed are, they say, thy dwelling; There swift Achilles dwells, And there, they say, with thee dwells Diomed. 1 in a myrtle bough the sword will carry, As did Harmodius and Aristogiton, When to Athene's shrine They gave their sacrifice — a tyrant man. Ever on earth for both of you lives glory, O loved Harmodius, loved Aristogiton, For ye the tyrant slew, And back to Athens ye gave equal laws. When the song had ceased, the dancers, the musicians the attendant slaves, had withdrawn from the hall, dismissed by a whispered order from Antagoras. He, now standing up, took from his brows the floral crown, and, first sprinkling them with wine, replaced tha ra4 PAUSAMTAS, THE SPARTAN. flowers by a wreath of poplar. The assembly, a little while before so noisy, was hushed into attentive and earnest silence. The action of Antagoras, the expression of his countenance, the exclusion of the slaves, prepared all present for some- thing more than the convivial address of a Symposiarch. "Men and Greeks," said the Chian, " on the evening before Teucer led his comrades in exile over the wide waters to found a second Salamis, he sprinkled his forehead with Lyaean dews, being crowned with the poplar leaves — emblems of hardihood and contest ; and, this done, he invited his companions to dispel their cares for the night, that their hearts might with more cheerful hope and bolder courage meet what the morrow might bring to them on the ocean. I imitate the ancient hero, in honor less of him than of the name of Salamis. We, too, have a Salamis to remem- ber, and a second Salamis to found. Can ye forget that, had the advice of the Spartan leader Eurybiades been adopted, the victory of Salamis would never have been achieved ? He was for retreat to the Isthmus ; he was for defending the Peloponnese, because in the Peloponnesus was the un- social, selfish Sparta, and leaving the rest of Hellas to the armament of Xerxes. Themistocles spoke against the ignoble counsel ; the Spartan raised his staff to strike him. Ye know the Spartan manners. ' Strike if you will, but hear nie,' cried Themistocles. He was heard, Xerxes was de- feated, and Hellas saved. I am not Themistocles ; nor is there a Spartan staff to silence free lips. But I too say, Hear me ! for a new Salamis is to be won. What was the former Salamis ? — the victory that secured independence to the Greeks, and delivered them from the Mede and the Medizing traitors. Again we must fight a Salamis Where, ye say, is the Mede ? — not at Byzantium, it is true, in person ; but the Medizing traitor is here." A profound sensation thrilled through the assembly. "Enough of humility do the maritime lonians practice when they accept the hegemony of a Spartan landsman ; enough of submission do the free citizens of Hellas show when they suffer the imperious Dorian to sentence them to punishments only fit for slaves. But when the Spartan ap- pears in the robes of the Mede, when the imperious Do- rian places in the government of a city, which our joint arms now occupy, a recreant who has changed an Eretrian birth- right for a Persian satrapy ; when prisoners, made by the valor of all Hellas, mysteriously escape the care of the PA us AN/AS, THE SPARTA AT. 1 25 Lacedaemonian, who wears their garb, and imitates their manners — say, O ye Greeks, O ye warriors, if there is no second Salamis to conquer ! " The animated words, and the wine already drunk, pro- duced on the banqueters an effect sudden, electrical, uni- versal. They had come to the hall gay revellers ; they were prepared to leave the hall stern conspirators. Their hoarse murmur was as the voice of the sea befoie a storm. Antagoras surveyed them with a fierce joy, and, with a change of tone, thus continued : " Ye understand me, ye know already that a delivery is to be achieved. I pass on : I submit to your wisdom the mode of achieving it. While I speak, a swift-sailing vessel bears to Sparta the complaints of myself, of Uliades, and of many Ionian captains here present, against the Spartan General. And although the Athenian chiefs decline to profifer complaints of their own, lest their State, which has risked so much for the common cause, be suspected of using the admiration it excites for the purpose of subserving its ambition, yet Cimon, the young son of the great Miltiades, who has ties of friendship and hospitality with families of high mark in Sparta, has been persuaded to add to our public statement a private letter to the effect that, speaking for himself, not in the name of Athens, he deems our complaints justly founded, and the recall of Pausanias expedient for the discipline of the armament. But can we say what effect this embassy may have upon a sullen and haughty government ; against, too, a royal descendant of Her- cules ; against the General who at Plataea flattered Sparta with a renown to which her absence from Marathon, and her meditated flight from Salamis, gave but disputable preten- sions V " And," interrupted Uliades, rising, " and — if, O Antago- ras, I may crave pardon for standing a moment between thee and thy guests — and this is not all, for even if they re call Pausanias, they may send us another general as bad, and without the fame which somewhat reconciles our Ionian pride to the hegemony of a Dorian. Now, whatever my quarrel with Pausanias, I am less against a man than a principle. I am a seaman, and against the principle of having for the commander of the Greek fleet a Spartan w-ho does not know how to handle a sail. I am an Ionian, and against the prin- ciple of placing the Ionian race under the imperious domina- tion of a Dorian. The 'ef ore I say, now is the moment to la^ PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN-. emancipate our blood and our ocean — the one from an alien, the other from a landsman. And the hegemony of the Spartan should pass away." Uliades sat down with an applause more clamorous than had greeted the eloquence of Antagoras, for the pride of race and of special calling is ever more strong in its impulses than hatred to a single man. And, despite of all that could be said against Pausanias, still these warriors felt awe for his greatness, and remembered that at Plataea, where all were brave, he had been proclaimed the bravest. Antagoras, with the quickness of a republican Greek, trained from earliest youth to sympathy with popular assem- blies, saw that Uliades had touched the right key, and swal- lowed down with a passionate gulp his personal wrath against his rival, which might otherwise have been carried too far, and have lost him the advantage he had gained. " Rightly and wisely speaks Uliades," said he. *' Our cause is that of our whole race ; and clear has that true Samian made it to you all, O lonians and captains of the seas, that we must not wait for the lordly answer Sparta may return to our embassage. Ye know that while night lasts we must return to our several vessels ; an hour more, and we shall be on deck. To-morrow Pausanias reviews the fleet, and we may be some days before we return to land, and can meet in concert. Whether to-morrow, or later, the occasion for action may present itself, is a question I would pray you to leave to those whom you intrust with the discretionarj^ power to act." " How act .'' " cried a Lesbian officer. " Thus would I suggest," said Antagoras, with well-dis- sembled humility : " let the captains of one or more Ionian vessels perform such a deed of open defiance against Pausa- nias as leaves to them no option between death and success ; having so done, hoist a signal, and, sailing at once to the Athenian ships, place themselves under the Athenian leader ; all the rest of the Ionian captains will then follow their example. And then, too numerous and too pow- erful to be punished for a revolt, we shall proclaim a revolu- tion, and declare that we will all sail back to our native havens unless we have the liberty of choosing our own hege- mon," " But," said the Lesbian who had before spoken, " the Athenians as yet have held back and declined our overtures, and without them we are not strong enough to cope with the Peloponnesian allies." PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 127 " The Athenians will be compelled to protect the lonians, if the lonians in sufficient force demand it," said Uliades. " For as we are naught without them, they are naught with out us. Take the course suggested by Antagoras ; I advise it. Ye know me, a plain man, but I speak not without war- rant. And before the Spartans can either contemptuously dismiss our embassy or send us out another general, the Ionian will be the mistress of the Hellenic seas, and Sparta, tlie land of oligarchies, will no more have the power to oligar chize democracy. Otherwise, believe me, that power she has now from her hegemony, and that power, whenever it suit her, she will use." Uliades was chiefly popular in the fleet as a rough, good seaman, as a blunt and somewhat vulgar humorist. But whenever he gave advice, the advice carried with it a weight not always bestowed upon superior genuis, because, from the ver)' commonness of his nature, he reached at the common sense and the common feelings of those whom he addressed. He spoke, in short, what an ordinary man thought and felt. He was a practical man, brave, but not overaudacious, not likely to run himself or others into idle dangers ; and when he said he had a warrant for his advice, he was believed to speak from his knowledge of the course which the Athenian chiefs, Aristides and Cimon, would pursue if the plan recom- mended were actively executed. " I am convinced," said the Lesbian. " And since all are grateful to Athens for that final stand against the Mede, to which all Greece owes her liberties, and since the chief of her armaments here is a man of so modest a virtue, and so clement a justice, as we all acknowledge in Aristides, fitting is it for us lonians to constitute Athens the maritime sov- ereign of our race." " Are ye all of that mind .? " cried Antagoras, and was an- swered by the universal shout, " We are — all ! " or if the shout was not universal, none heeded the few whom fear or prudence might keep silent. " All that remains, then, is to appoint the captain who shall hazard the first danger and make the first signal. For my part, as one of the electors, I give my vote for Uliades, and this is my ballot." He took from his temples the poplar wreath, and cast it into a silver vase on the tripod placed before him. " Uliades by acclamation ! " cried several voices. " I accept," said the Ionian , " and as Ulysses, a prudent man, asked for a colleague in enterprises of danger, so I 128 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTANS ask for a companion in the hazard I undertake, and I select Antagoras." This choice received the same applauding acquiescence as that which had greeted the nomination of the Ionian. And in the midst of the applause was heard without the sharp, shrill sound of the Phrygian pipe. " Comrades," said Antagoras, " ye hear the summons to our ships ? Our boats are waiting at the steps of the quay, by the Temple of Neptune. Two sentences more, and then to sea. First, silence and fidelity ; the finger to the lip, the right hand raised to Zeus Horkios. For a pledge, here is an oath. Secondly, be this the signal : whenever ye shall see Uliades and myself steer our triremes out of the line in which they may be marshalled, look forth and watch, breath- less ; and the instant you perceive that beside our flags of Samos and Chios we hoist the ensign of Athens, draw off from your stations, and follow the wake of our heels, to the Athenian navy. Then, as the gods direct us. Hark ! a sec- ond time shrills the fife." CHAPTER V At the very hour when the Ionian captains were hurrying toward their boats Pausanias was pacing his decks alone, with irregular strides, and through the cordage and the masts the starshine came fitfully on his troubled features. Long undecided he paused, as the waves sparkled to the stroke of oars, and beheld the boats of the feasters making towards the division of the fleet in which lay the navy of the isles. Farther on, remote and still, anchored the ships of Athens. He clenched his hand, and turned from the sight. " To lose an empire," he muttered, " and without a strug- gle ; an empire over yon mutinous rivals, over yon happy and envied Athens ; an empire — where its limits ? — if Asia puts her armies to my lead, why should not Asia be Hellen- ized, rather than Hellas be within the tribute of the Mede } Dull, dull, stolid Sparta ! methinks I could pardon the slavery thou inflictest on my life, didst thou but leave unshackled my intelligence. But each vast scheme to be thwarted, every thought for thine own aggrandizement beyond thy barren PAUSAAVAS. THE SPARTAN. 129 rocks, met and inexorably baffled by a selfish aphorism, a cramping saw — ' Sparta is wide eno' for vSpartans.' — ' Ocean is the element of the fickle.' — ' What matters the ascendency of Athens ? — it does not cross the Isthmus.' — ' Venture noth- ing where I want nothing." Why, this is the soul's prison ! Ah, had I been born Athenian, I had never uttered a thought against my country. She and I would have expanded and aspired together." Thus arguing with himself, he at length confirmed his resolve, and with a steadfast step entered his pavilion. There, not on broidered cushions, but by preference on the hard floor, without coverlet, lay Lysander calmly sleeping, his crimson warlike cloak, weather-stained, partially wrapped around him ; no pillow to his head but his own right arm. By the light of the lamp that stood within the pavilion, Pausanias contemplated the slumberer. " He says he loves me, and yet can sleep," he murmured, bitterly. Then, seating himself before a table, he began to write, with slowness and precision, whether as one not accus- tomed to the task or weighing every word. When he had concluded, he again turned his eyes to the sleeper. " How tranquil ! Was my sleep ever as serene ? I will not disturb him to the last." The fold of the curtain was drawn aside, and Alcman en- tered noiselessly. " Thou hast obeyed ? " whispered Pausanias. " Yes ; the ship is ready, the wind favors. Hast thou decided ? " " I have," said Pausanias, with compressed lips. He rose, and touched Lysander lightly, but the touch sufficed ; the sleeper woke on the instant, casting aside slum- ber easily as a garment. " My Pausanias," said the young Spartan, " I am at thine orders — shall I go ? Alas ! I read thine eye, and I shall leave thee in peril." " Greater peril in the council of the Ephors and in the babbling lips of the hoary Gerontes than amidst the meeting of armaments. Thou wilt take this letter to the Ephors. I have said in it but little ; I have said that I confide my cause to thee. Remember that thou insist on the disgrace to me — the Heracleid, and through me to Sparta, that my recall would occasion ; remember that thou prove that my alleged harshness is but necessary to the discipline that preserves armies, and to the ascendency of Spartan rule. And as to the 130 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. idle tale of Persian prisoners escaped, why thou knowest how even the Ionian could make nothing of that charge. Crowd all sail, strain every oar ; no ship in the fleet so swift as that which bears thee. I care not for the few hours' start the tale-bearers have. Our Spartan for-n.s are slow : tbey can scarce have an audience ere thou leach. The gods speed and guard thee, beloved friend. With thee goes all the future of Pausanias." Lysander grasped his hand in a silence more eloquent than words, and a tear fell on that hand which he clasped. " Be not ashamed of it," he said then, as he turned away and, wrapping his cloak round his face, left the pavilion. Alcman followed, lowered a boat from the side, and in a few moments the Spartan and the Mothon were on the sea. The boat made to a vessel close at hand — a vessel built in Cyprus, manned by Bithynians ; its sails were all up but it bore no flag. Scarcely had Lysander climbed the deck when it heaved to and fro sway- ing as the anchor was drawn up, then, righting itself, sprang forward, like a hound unleashed for the chase. Pausanias, with folded arms, stood on the deck of his own vessel, gazing after it, gazing long, till shooting far beyond the fleet, far to- ward the melting line between sea and sky, it grew less and lesser ; and as the twilight dawned, it had faded into space. The Heracleid turned to Alcman, who, after he had con- veyed Lysander to the ship, had regained his master's side. " What thinkest thou, Alcman, will be the result of all this > " " The emancipation of the Helots," said the Mothon, quietly. " The Athenians are too near thee ; tlie Persians are too far. Wouldst thou have armies Sparta can neither give nor take away from thee, bind to thee a race by the strongest of human ties — make them see in thy power the necessary condition of their freedom." Pausanias made no answer. He turned within his pavilion, and flinging himself down on the same spot from which he had disturbed Lysander, said, " Sleep here was so kind to him that ii may linger where he left it. I have two hours yet for obliv- ion before the sun rise." FA USA NI AS, THE SPARTAN. 131 CHAPTER VI. If we were enabled minutely to examine the mental or« ganization of men who have risked great dangers, whether by the impulse of virtue or in the perpetration i military discipline and obedience. Interrupt me not yet. A vessel, without waiting my permission, has left the fleet ivith accusations against me, thy commander ; of what nature I am not even advised. Thou wilt scarcely deny that thou art one of those who sent forth the ship and shared in the accusations. Yet I had thought that if I had ever merited thine ill-will, there had been reconciliation between us in the council-hall. What has chanced since ? Why shouldst thou hate me } Speak frankly, frankly have I spoken to thee." " General," replied Antagoras, " there is no hegemony over men's hearts ; thou sayest truly, as man to man, I hate thee. Wherefore ? Because, as man to man, thou standest between me and happiness. Because thou wooest, and canst only woo to dishonor, the virgin in whom I would seek the sacred wife." Pausanias slightly recoiled, and the courtesy he had sim- ulated, and which was essentially foreign to his vehement and haughty character, fell from him like a mask. For with the words of Antagoras, jealousy passed within him, and for the moment its agony was such that the Chian was avenged. But he was too habituated to the stateliness of self-control to give vent to the rage that seized him. He only said, with a whitened and writhing lip, " Thou art right : All animosities may yield, save those which a woman's eye can kindle. Thou hatest me — be it so — that is as man to man. But as officer to chieftain, I bid thee henceforth be- ware how thou givest me cause to set this foot on the head that lifts itself to the height of mine." With that he rose, turned on his heel, and walked toward the stern, where he stood apart, gazing on the Athenian triremes, which by this time were in the broad sea. And all the eyes in the fleet were turned toward that exhibition. For marvellous were the ease and beauty with which these ships went through their nautical movements : now as in chase of each other ; now approaching as in conflict, veering off, darting aside, threading, as it were, a harmonious maze, gliding in and out, here, there, with the undulous celerity of the serpent. The admirable build of the ships ; the perfect PA us A NI AS, THE SPARTAN: 139 skill of the seamen ; the noiseless docility and instinctive comprehension by which they seemed to seize and to obey the unforeseen signals of their Admiral — all struck the lively Greeks that beheld the display, and universal was the thought, if not the murmur, There was the power that should command tlie Grecian seas. Pausanias was too much accustomed to the sway of masses not to have acquired that electric knowledge of what circles among them from breast to breast, to which habit gives the quickness of an instinct. He saw that he had com- mitted an imprudence, and that in seeking to divert a mutiny he had incurred a yet greater peril. He returned to his own ship without exchanging another word with Antagoras, who had retired to the centre of the vessel, fearing to trust himself to a premature utterance of that defiance which the last warning of his chief provoked, and who was therefore arousing the soldiers to louder shouts of admiration at the Athenian skill. Rowing back toward the wing occupied by the Pelopon nesian allies, of whose loyalty he was assured, Pausanias then summoned on board their principal officer, and com- municated to him his policy of placing the lonians not only apart from the Athenians, but under the vigilance and control of Peloponnesian vessels in the immediate neighborhood. " Therefore," said he, " while the Athenians will occupy thia wing, I wish you to divide yourselves ; the Lacedaemonian ships will take the way the Athenians abandon, but tha Corinthian triremes will place themselves between the ships of the Islands and the Athenians. I shall give further orders toward distributing the Ionian navy. And thus I trust either all chance of a mutiny is cut off, or it will be put down at the first outbreak. Now, give orders to your men to take the places thus assigned to you. . And having gratified the vanity of our friends, the Athenians, by their holiday evolutions, I shall send to thank and release them from the fatigue so gracefully borne." All those with whom he here conferred, and who had no love for Athens or Ionia, readily fell into the plan suggested. Pausanias then despatched a Laconian vessel to the Athenian Admiral, with complimentary messages and orders to cease the manoeuvres, and then, heading the rest of the Laconian contingent, made slow and stately way toward the station de- serted by the Athenians. But, pausing once more before the vessels of the Isles, he despatched orders to their several I40 PAUSANIAS. THE SPARTAN. commanders, which had the effect of dividing their array, and placing between them the powerful Corinthian service. In the orders of the vessel he forwarded for this change, he took especial care to dislocate the dangerous contiguity of the Samian and Chian triremes. The sun was declining toward the west when Pausanias had marshalled the vessels he headed, at their new stations, and the Athenian ships were already anchored close and se- cured. But there was an evident commotion in that part of the fleet to which the Corinthian galleys had sailed. The lonians had received with indignant murmurs the command which divided their strength. Under various pretexts each vessel delayed to move ; and when the Corinthian ships came to take a vacant space, they found a formidable array — the soldiers on the platforms armed to the teeth. The confusion was visible to the Spartan chief ; the loud hubbub almost reached to his ears. He hastened toward the place ; but anxious to continue the gracious part he had so unwontedly played that day, he cleared his decks of their formidable hop- lites, lest he might seem to meet menace by menace, and, drafting them into other vessels, and accompanied only by his personal serving-men and rowers, he put forth alone, the gilded shield and the red banner still displayed at his stern. But as he was thus conspicuous and solitary, and midway in the space left between the Laconian and Ionian galleys, suddenly two ships from the latter darted forth, passed through the centre of the Corinthian contingent, and steered, with the force of all their rowers, right toward the Spartan's ship. " Surely," said Pausanias, " that is the Chian's vessel. I recognize the vine-tree and the image of the Bromian god ; and surely that other one is the Chimera under Uliades, the Samian. They come hither, the Ionian with them, to harangue against obedience to my orders." " They come hither to assault us," exclaimed Erasinidas ; " their beaks are right upon us." He had scarcely spoken, when the Chian's brass prow smote the gilded shield, and rent the red banner from its staff. At the same time the Chi?nera, under Uliades, struck the right side of the Spartan ship, and with both strokes the stout vessel reeled and dived. " Know, Spartan," cried Antagoras, from the platform in the midst of his soldiers^ PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. \a\ " that we lonians hold together. He who would separate means to conquer us. VVe disown thy hegemony. If ye would seek us, we are with the Athenians." With that the two vessels, having performed their inso- lent and daring feat, veered and shot off with the same rapid- ity with which they had come to the assault; and, as they did so, hoisted the Athenian ensign over their own national standards. The instant that signal was given, from the other Ionian vessels, which had been evidently awaiting it, there came a simultaneous shout; and all, vacating their place and either gliding through or wheeling round the Corinthian galleys, steered toward the Athenian fleet. The trireme of Pausanias, meanwhile, sorely damaged, part of its side rent away, and the water rushing in, swayed and struggled alone in great peril of sinking. Instead of pursuing the lonians, the Corinthian galleys made at once to the aid of the insulted commander. " Oh," cried Pausanias, in powerless wrath, " oh, the ac- cursed element ! Oh that mine enemies had attacked me on the land ! " " How are we to act ? " said Aristides. " We are citizens of a Republic in which the majority govern," answered Cimon. " And the majority here tell us how we are to act. Hark to the shouts of our men, as they are opening way for their kinsmen of the Isles." The sun sunk, and with it sunk the Spartan maritime as- cendency over Hellas. And from that hour in which the Samian and the Chian insulted the galley of Pausanias, if we accord weight to the authority on which Plutarch must have based his tale, commenced the brief and glorious sovereignty of Athens. Commence when and how it might, it was an epoch most signal in the records of the ancient world for its results upon a civilization to which as yet human foresight can predict no end. 142 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. BOOK FOUR. CHAPTER I. We pass from Byzantium; we are in Spaita. In the Archeion, or office of the Ephoralty, sat five men, all some- what advanced in years. These constituted that stern and terrible authority which had gradually, and from unknown beginnings,* assumed a kind of tyranny over the descend- ants of Hercules themselves. They were the representatives of the Spartan people, elected without reference to rank or. wealth,! and possessing jurisdiction not only over the Helots and Laconians, but over most of the magistrates. They could suspend or terminate any office ; they could accuse the kings, and bring them before a court in which they them- selves were judges upon trial of life and death. They ex- ercised control over the armies and the embassies sent abroad ; and the king, at the head of his forces, was still bound to receive his instructions from this Council of Five. Their duty, in fact, was to act as a check upon the kings, and they were the representatives of that nobility which em- braced the whole Spartan people, in contradistinction to the Laconians and Helots. The conference in which they engaged seemed to rivet their most earnest attention. And as the presiding Ephor continued the observations he addressed to them, the rest listened with profound and almost breathless silence. The speaker, named Periclides, was older than the others. His frame, still upright and sinewy, was yet lean almost to * K. O. Miiller ("Dorians"), book 3, ch. 7, § 2. According to Aristotle, Cicero, and others, the Ephoralty was founded by Theopom- pus subsequently to the mythical time of Lycurgus. To Lycurgus him- self it is referred by Xenophun and Herodotus. Miiller considers rightly that, though an ancient Doric institution, it was incompatible with the primitive constitution of Lycurgus, and had gradually acquired its peculiar character by causes operating on the Spartan State alone. t Aristot., Pol. ii. PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 143 emaciation, his face sharp, and his dark eyes gleamed with a cunning and sinister light under his gray brows. '' If," said he, " we are to believe these lonians, Pausanias meditates some deadly injury to Greece. As for the com plaints of his arrogance, they aie to be received with due caution. Our Spartans, accustomed to the peculiar disci- pline of the Laws of .^gimius, rarely suit the humors of lonians and innovators. The question to consider is not whether he has been too imperious toward lonians who were but the other day subjected to the Mede, but whether he can make the command he received from Sparta menacing to Sparta herself. We lend him iron, he hath holpen him- self to gold." " Besides the booty at Platsa, they say that he has amassed much jDlunder at Byzantium," said Zeuxidamus. one of the Ephors, after a pause. Periclides looked hard at the speaker, and the two men exchanged a significant glance. " For my part," said a third, a man of a severe but noble countenance, the father of Lysander, and, what was not usual with the Ephors, belonging to one of the highest families of Sparta, " I have always held that Sparta should limit its policy to self-defense ; that, since the Persian inva- sion is over, we have no business with Byzantium. Let the busy Athenians obtain, if they will, the empire of the sea The sea is no province of ours. All intercourse with for eigners, Asiatics and lonians, enervates our men and cor rupts our generals. Recall Pausanias — recall our Spartans. I have said." " Recall Pausanias first," said Periclides, " and we shall then hear the truth, and decide what is best to be done." " If he has Medized, if he has conspired against Greece, let us accuse him to the death, " said Agesilaus, Lysander's father. " We may accuse, but it rests not with us to sentence, " said Periclides, disapprovingly. " And, " said a fourth Ephor, with a visible shudder, "what Spartan dare counsel sentence of death to the descendant of the gods ? " " I dare .'' " replied Agesilaus; " but provided only that the descendant of the gods had counselled death to Greece. And for that reason, I say that I would not, without evidence the clearest, even harbor the thought that a Heracleid could meditate treason to his country. " 144- PAUSAXIAS, THE SPARTAN; Periclides felt the reproof, and bit his lips. " Besides, " observed Zeuxidamus, *' fines enrich the stale. " Periclides nodded approvingly. An expression of lofty contempt passed over the brow and lip of Agesilaus. But with national self-command, he replied gravely, and with equal laconic brevity, " If Pausa- nias hath committed a trivial error that a fine can expiate, so be it. But talk not of fines till ye acquit hinj of all treason- able connivance with the Mede. " At that moment an officer entered on the conclave, and, approaching the presiding Ephor, whispered in his ear. " This is well, " exclaimed Periclides, aloud. " A messen- ger from Pausanias himself. Your son Lysander has just arrived from Byzantium." " My son ! " exclaimed Agesilaus, eagerly, and then, check- ing himself, added calmly, " That is a sign no danger to Sparta threatened Byzantium when he left. " " Let him be admitted, " said Periclides. Lysander entered ; and, pausing at a little distance from the council-board, inclined his head submissively to the Ephors : save a rapid interchange of glances, no separate greeting took place between son and father. " Thou art welcome," said Periclides. " Thou hast done thy duty since thou hast left the city. Virgins will praise thee as the brave man ; age, more sober, is contented to say thou hast upheld the Spartan name. And thy father without shame may take thy hand. " A warm flush spread over the young man's face. He stepped forward with a quick step, his eyes beaming with joy. Calm and stately, his father rose, clasped the extended hand, then releasing his own, placed it an instant on his son's bended head, and reseated himself in silence. " Thou earnest straight from Pausanias ? " said Periclides. Lysander drew from his vest the despatch intrusted to him, and gave it to the presiding Ephor. Periclides half rose, as if to take with more respect what had come from the hand of the son of Hercules. '• Withdraw, Lysander, " he said, " and wait without, while we deliberate on the contents herein." Lysander obeyed, and returned to the outer chamber. Here he was instantly surrounded by eager, though not noisy, groups. Some in that chamber were waiting on busi- ness connected with the civil jurisdiction of the Ephors. Some had gained admittance for the purpose of greeting their PA us A NT AS, TjIE SPARTAN. 145 brave countryman, and hearing news of the distant camp from one who had so lately quit the great Pausanias. For men could talk without restraint of their General, though it was but with reserve and indirectly that they slid in some furtive question as to the health and safety of a brother or a son. " My heart warms to be among ye again," said the sim- ple Spartan youth. " As I came through the defiles from the sea-coast, and saw on the height the gleam from the old Temple of Pallas Chalcioecus, I said to myself, ' Blessed be the gods that ordained me to live with Spartans or die with Sparta !' " " Thou wilt see how much we shall make of thee, Ly- sander," cried a Spartan youth a little younger than himself, one of the superior tribe of the Hylleans. " We have heard of thee at Plataea. It is said that had Pausanias not been there thou wouldst have been called the bravest Greek in the armament." " Hush !" said Lysander, " thy few years excuse thee, foung friend. Save our General, we were all equals in the day of battle." " So thinks not my sister Percalus, " whispered the youth archly ; " scold her as thou dost me, if thou dare," Lysander colored, and replied in a voice that slightly trembled, " I cannot hope that thy sister interests herself in me. Nay, when I left Sparta, I thought — " He checked himself. "Thought what ? " *' That among those who remained behind, Percalus might find her betrothed long before I returned." "Among those who remained behind/ Percalus! How meanly thou must think of her ! " Before Lysander could utter the eager assurance that he was very far from thinking meanly of Percalus, the other by- standers, impatient at this whispered colloquy, seized his attention with a volley of questions, to which he gave but curt and not very relevant answers, so much had the lad's few sentences disturbed the calm tenor of his existing self- possession. Nor did he quite regain his presence of mind until he was once more summoned into the presence of the Ephors. 146 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. CHAPTER II. The communication of Pausanias had caused an animzited discussion in the Council, and led to a strong division of opinion. But the faces of the Ephors, rigid and composed, revealed nothing to guide the sagacity of Lysander as ne re- entered the chamber. He himself, by a strong effort, had recovered from the disturbance into which the words of the boy had thrown his mind, and he stood before the Ephors intent upon the object of defending the name and fulfilling the commands of his chief. So reverent and grateful was the love that he bore to Pausanias that he scarcely permit- ted himself even to blame the deviations from Spartan austerity which he secretly mourned in his mind ; and as to the grave guilt of treason to the Hellenic cause, he had never suffered the suspicion of it to rest upon an intellect that only failed to be penetrating where its sight was limited by discipline and affection. He felt that Pausanias had in- trusted to him his defense ; and though he would fain, in his secret heart, have beheld the Regent once more in Sparta, yet he well knew that it was the duty of obedience and friend, ship to plead against the sentence of recall which was so dreaded by his chief. With all his thoughts collected toward that end, he stood before the Ephors, modest in demeanor, vigilant in purpose. " Lysander," said Periclides, after a short pause, " we know thy affection to the Regent, thy chosen friend ; but we know, also, thy affection for thy native Sparta : where the two may come into conflict, it is, and it must be, thy country which will claim the preference. We charge thee, by virtue of our high powers and authority, to speak the truth on the questions we shall address to thee, without fear or favor." Lysander bowed his head. " I am in presence of Sparta my mother, and Agesilaus my father. They know that I was not reared to lie to either." " Thou say'st well. Now answer. Is it true that Pau- sanias wears the robes of the Mede ? " " It is true." " And has he stated to thee his reasons ? " " Not only to me, but to others." " What are they ? " PA USA NI AS, THE SPARTAiV. 147 " That, in the mixed and half-Medized population of By- zantium, splendor of attire has become so associated with the notion of sovereign power that the Eastern dress and at- tributes of pomp are essential to authority ; and that men bow before his tiara who might rebel against the helm and the horse-hair. Outward signs have a value, O Ephors, ac- cording to the notions men are brought up to attach to them." " Good," said one of the Ephors. " There is in this de- parture from our habits, be it right or wrong, no sign, then, of connivance with the Barbarian." " Connivance is a thing secret and concealed, and shuns all outward signs." " But," said Periclides, " what say the other Spartan captains to this vain fashion, which savors not of the laws of .^gimius ? " " The first law of ^gimius commands us to fight and to die for the king or the chief who has kingly sway. The Ephors may blame, but the soldier must not question." , "■ Thou speakest boldly for so young a man," said Peri- clides, harshly. " I was commanded to speak the truth." " Has Pausanias intrusted the command of Byzantium tc Gongylus the Eretrian, who already holds four provinces under Xerxes ? " " He has done so." " Know you the reason for that selection ? " " Pausanias says that the Eretrian could not more show ■is faith to Hellas than by resigning Eastern satrapies so fast." " Has he resigned them ? '•' " I know not ; but I presume that when the Persian King knows that the Eretrian is leagued against him with die other captains of Hellas, he will assign the satrapies to Another." " And is it true that the Persian prisoners, Ariamanes aiid Datis, have escaped from the custody of Gongylus ? " " It is true. The charge against Gongylus for that error was heard in a council of confederate captains, and no proof against him was brought forward. Cimon was intrusted with the pursuit of the prisoners. Pausanias himself sent forth fifty scouts on Thessalian horses. The prisoners were not discovered." " Is it true," said Zeuxidamus, " that Pausanias has amassed much plunder at Byzantium ? " " What he has w on as a conqueror was assigned to him 1 48 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. by common voice ; but he has spent largely out of his own resources in securing the Greek sway at Byzantium." There was a silence. None liked to question the young soldier further; none liked to put the direct- question, whether or not the Ionian embassador could have cause for suspecting the descendant of Hercules of harm against the Greeks. At length Agesilaus said : — u I demand the word, and I claim the right to speak plainly. My son is young, but he is of the blood of Hyllus. " Son, Pausanias is dear to thee. Man soon dies : man's name lives forever. Dear to thee if Pausanias is, dearer must be his name. In brief, the Ionian embassadors com- plain of his arrogance toward the confederates ; they de- mand his recall. Cimon has addressed a private letter to the Spartan host, with whom he lodged here, intimating that it may be the best for the honor of Pausanias, and for our weight with the allies, to hearken to the Ionian embassy. It is agrave question, therefore, whether we should recall the Regent or refuse to hear these charges. Thou art fresh from Byzantium ; thou must know more of this matter than we. Loose thy tongue, put aside equivocation. Say thy mind ; it is for us to decide afterward what is our duty to the state." " I thank thee, my father," said Lysander, coloring deeply at a compliment paid rarely to one so young, " and thus I answer thee : " Pausanias, in seeking to enforce discipline and preserve the Spartan supremacy, was at first somewhat harsh and severe to these lonians, who had indeed but lately emanci- pated themselves from the Persian yoke, and who were lit- tle accustomed to steady rule. But of late he has been af- fable and courteous, and no complaint was urged against him for austerity at the time when this embassy was sent to you. Wherefore was it then sent ? Partly, it may be, from moti^^es of private hate, not public zeal, but partly because the Ionian race sees with reluctance and jealousy the he- gemony of Sparta. I would speak plainly. It is not for me to say whether ye will or not that Sparta should retain the maritime supremacy of Hellas ; but if ye do will it, ye will not recall Pausanias. No other than the Conqueror of Plataea has a chance of maintaining that authority. Eager would the lonians be upon any pretext, false or frivolous, to rid themselves of Pausanias. Artfully willing would be the Athenians in especial that ye listened to such pretexts ; for Pausanias gone, Athens remains and rules. On what be- PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. 145 longs to the policy of the state it becomes not me to proffer a word, O Ephors. In what I have said I speak what the whole armament thinks and mumiurs. But this I may say as soldier to whom the honor of his chief is dear : The recall of Pausanias may or may not be wise as a public act, but it will be regarded throughout all Hellas as a personal affront to your General ; it will lower the royalty of Sparta, it will be an insult to the blood of Hercules. Forgive me, O venerable magistrates. I have fought by the side of Pausanias, and I cannot dare to think that the great Conqueror of Plataea, the man who saved Hellas from the Mede, the man who raised Sparta on that day to a renown which penetrated the farthest corners of the East, will receive from you other return than fame and glor}^ And fame and glory will surely make that proud spirit doubly Spartan.'' Lysander paused, breathing hard and coloring deeply — annoyed with himself for a speech of which both the length and the audacity were much more Ionian than Spartan. The Ephors looked at each other, and there was again silence. " Son of Agesilaus," said Periclides, *' thou hast proved thy Lacedaemonian virtues too well, and too high and general is thy repute among our army, as it is borne to our ears, for us to doubt thy purity and patriotism ; otherwise, we might fear that while thou speakest in some contempt of Ionian wolves, thou hadst learned the arts of Ionian Agoras. But enough : thou art dismissed. Go to thy home ; glad the eyes of thy mother ; enjoy the honors thou wilt find awaiting thee among thy coevals. Thou wilt learn later whether thou return to Byzantium, or whether a better field for thy valoi may not be found in the nearer war with which Arcadia threatens us." As soon as Lysander left the chamber, Agesilaus spoke : " Ye will pardon me, Ephors, if I bid my son speak thus boldly. I need not say I am no vain, foolish father, desiring to raise the youth above his years. But, making allowance for his partiality to the Regent, ye will grant that he is a fair specimen of our young soldier}\ Probably, as he speaks, so will our young men think. To recall Pausanias is to dis- grace our General. Ye have my mind. If the Regent be guilty of the darker charges insinuated — correspondence with the Persian against Greece — I know but one sentence for him — Death. And it is because I would have ye consider well how dread is such a charge, and how awful such a sentence, i-o PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAIV. that I entreat ye not lightly to entertain the one unless ye are prepared to meditate the other. As for the maritime supremacy of Sparta, I hold, as I have held before, that it is not within our councils to strive for it : it must pass from us. We may surrender it later with dignity. If we recall our General on such complaints, we lose it with humiliation." " I agree with Agesilaus," said anot-her. " Pausanias is a Heracleid ; my vote shall not insult him." " I agree, too, with Agesilaus," said a third Ephor ; " not because Pausanias is the Heracleid, but because he is the victorious General who demands gratitude and respect from every true Spartan." " Be it so," said Periclides, who, seeing himself thus out- voted in the council, covered his disappointment with the self-control habitual to his race. " But be we in no hurry to give these Ionian legates their answer to-day. We must de- liberate well how to send such a reply as may be most con- ciliating and prudent. And for the next few days we have an excuse for delay in the religious ceremonials due to the venerable Divinity of Fear, which commence to-morrow. Pass we to the other business before us ; there are many whom we have kept waiting. Agesilaus, thou art excused from the public table to-day, if thou wouldst sup with thy brave son at home." " Nay," said Agesilaus, " my son will go to his pheidition and I to mine — as I did on the day when I lost my first- born." CHAPTER III. On quitting the Hall of the Ephors, Lysander found himself at once on the Spartan Agora, wherein that hall was placed. This was situated on the highest of the five hills, over which the unwalled city spread its scattered poj> ulation, and was popularly called the Tower. Before the eyes of the young Spartan rose the statues, rude and antique, of Latona, the Pythian Apollo, and his sister Artemis — venerable images to Lysander's early associations. The place which they consecrated was called Chorus ; for there, in honor of Apollo, and in the most pompous of all the Spartan festivals, the young men were accustomed to lead the sacred dance. The Temple of Apollo himself stood a PA us Am AS, THE SPARTAN: 151 little in the background, and near to it that of Hera, But more vast that any image of a god was a colossal statues which represented the Spartan people ; while on a still loft- ier pinnacle of the hill than that table-land which enclosed the Agora — dominating, as it were, the whole city — soared into the bright-blue sky the sacred Chalcioecus, or Temple of the Brazen Pallas, darkening with its shadow another fane toward the left dedicated to the Lacedaemonian Muses, and receiving a gleam on the right from the brazen statue of Zeus, which was said by tradition to have been made by a disciple of Daedalus himself. But short time had Lvsander to note undisturbed the old familiar scenes. A crowd of his early friends had already collected round the doors of the Archeion, and rushed for- ward to greet and welcome him. The Spartan coldness and austerity of social intercourse vanished always before the enthusiasm created by the return to his native city ot a man renowned for valor ; and Lysander's fame had come back to Sparta before himself. Joyously, and in triumph, the young men bore away their comrade. As they passed through the centre of the Agora, where assembled the vari- ous merchants and farmers, who, under the name of Perioeci, carried on the main business of the Laconian mart, and were often much wealthier than the Spartan citizens, trade ceased its hubbub ; all drew near to gaze on the young warrior ; and now, as they turned from the Agora, a group of eager women met them on the road, and shrill voices exclaimed, " Go, Lysander, thou hast fought well — go and choose for thyself tlie maiden that seems to thee the fairest. Go, marry, and get sons for Sparta." Lysander's step seemed to tread on air, and tears of rapt- ure stood in his downcast eyes. But suddenly all the voices hushed ; the crowds drew back ; his friends halted. Close by the great Temple rf Fear, and coming from some place within its sanctuary, there approached towards the Spartan and his comrades a majestic woman — a woman of so grand a step and port, that, though her veil as yet hid her face, her form alone sufficed to inspire awe. All knew her by her gait all made way for Alithea, the widow of a king, the mother of Pausanias the Regent. Lysander, lifting his eyes from the ground, impressed by the hush around him, recognized the form as it advanced slowly toward him, and, leaving his com- rades behind, stepped forward to salute the mother of his chief. She, thus seeing him, turned slightly aside, and 152 PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAJV. paused by a rude building of immemorial antiquity which stood near the temple. That building was the tomb of the mythical Orestes, whose bones were said to have been in- terred there by the command of the Delphian Oracle. On a stone at the foot of the tomb sat calmly down the veiled wo- man, and waited the approach of Lysander. When he came near, and alone — all the rest remaining aloof and silent — ■ Alithea removed her veil, and a countenance grand and terri- ble as that of a Fate lifted its rigid looks to the young Spar- tan's eyes. Despite her age — for she had passed into middle life before she had borne Pausanias — Alithea retained all the traces of a marvellous and almost preterhuman beauty. But it was not the beauty of woman. No softness sat on those lips ; no love beamed from those eyes. Stern, inexorable — not a fault in her grand proportions — the stoutest heart might have felt a throb of terror as the eye rested upon that pitiless and imposing front. And the deep voice of the Spartan warrior had a slight tremor in its tone as it uttered its respectful salutation. " Draw near, Lysander. What sayest thou of my son ? " " I left him well, and—" " Does a Spartan mother first ask of the bodily health of an absent man-child ? By the tomb of Orestes and near the Temple of Fear, a king's widow asks a Spartan soldier what he says of a Spartan chief." " All Hellas," replied Lysander, recovering his spirit, *' might answer thee best, Alithea. For all Hellas proclaimed that the bravest man at Platjea was thy son, my chief." " And where did my son, thy chief, learn to boast of bra- ver)' ? They tell me he inscribed the offerings to the gods with his name as the victor of Plataea — the battle won, not by one man, but assembled Greece. The inscription that dis- honors him by its vainglory will be erased. To be brave is naught. Barbarians may be brave. But to dedicate bravery to his native land becomes a Spartan. He who is everything against a foe should count himself as nothing in the service of his countr}'. Lysander remaine 1 silent under the gaze of those fixed and imperious eyes. " Youth," said Alit - '•a, after a short pause, " if thou re- tumest to Byzantium, >. ^7 this from Alithea to thy chief; * From thy childhood, Pausanias, has thy mother feared for thee ; and at the Temple of Fear did she sacrifice when she PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN-. 153 ceard that thou wert victorious at Plataea ; for in thy heart are the seeds of arrogance and pride ; and victor}- to thine arms may end in ruin to thy name. And ever since that day does Alithea haunt the precincts of that temple. Come back and be Spartan, as thine ancestors were before thee, and AHthea will rejoice, and think the gods have heard her. But if thou seest within thyself one cause why thy mother should sacrifice to Fear, lest her son should break the laws of Sparta, or sully his Spartan name, humble thyself, and mourn that thou didst not perish at Plataea. By a temple and from a tomb I bend thee warning.' Say this, I have done ; join thy friends." Again the veil fell over the face, and the figure of the woman remained seated on the tomb long after the proces- sion had passed on, and the mirth of young voices was again released. CHAPTER IV. The group that attended Lysander continued to swell as he mounted the aclivity on which his parental home was placed. The houses of the Spartan proprietors were at that day not closely packed together as in the dense population of commercial towns. More like the villas of a suburb, they lay a little apart, on the unequal surface of the rugged ground, perfectly plain and unadorned, covering a large space with ample courtyards, closed in, in front of the narrow streets. And still was in force the primitive law which ordained that doorways should be shaped only by the saw, and the ceilings by the axe ; but in contrast to the rudeness of the private houses, at ever}' opening in the street were seen the Doric pillars or graceful stairs of a temple ; and high over all domi- nated the Tower-hill, or Acropolis, with the antique fane of Pallas Chalcioecus. And so, loud and joyous, the procession bore the young warrior to the threshold of his home. It was an act of public honor to his fair repute and his proven valor. And the Spartan felt as proud of that unceremonious attendance as ever did Roman chief sweeping under arches of triumph in the curule car. 154 FAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. At the threshold of the door stood his mother — for the tidings of his coming had preceded him — and his Uttle brothers and sisters. His step quickened at the sight of these beloved faces. " Bound forward, Lysander," said one of the train thou hast won the right to thy mother's kiss." " But fail us not at the pheidition before sunset," cried another, " Every one of the obe will send his best contribution to the feast to welcome thee back. We shall have a rare ban- quet of it." And so, as his mother drew him within' the door, his arm round her waist, and the children clung to his cloak, to his knees, or sprung up to claim his kiss, the procession set up a kind of chanted shout, and left the warrior in his home, "Oh, this is joy, joy! " said Lysander, with sweet tears in his eyes, as he sat in the women's apartment, his mother by his side, and the little ones around him. " Where, save in Sparta, does a man love a home ? " And this exclamation, which might have astonished an Ionian — seeing how much the Spartan civilian merged the individual in the state — was yet true, where the Spartan was wholly Spartan, where, by habit and association, he had learned to love the severities of the existence that surrounded him, and where the routine of duties which took him from his home whether for exercises or the public tales, made yet more precious the hours of rest and intimate intercourse with his family. For the gay pleasures and lewd resort of other Greek cities were not known to the Spartan. Not for him were the cook-shops and baths and revels of Ionian idlers. When the state ceased to -claim him, he had nothing but his home. As Lysander thus exclaimed, the door of the room had opened noiselessly, and Agesilaus stood unperceived at the entrance, and overheard his son. His face brightened sin- gularly at Lysander's words. He came forward and opened his arms. "Embrace me now, my boy ! my brave boy ! embrace me now ! The Ephors are not here." Lysander turned, sprung up, and was in his father's arms. " So thou art not changed. Byzantium has not spoiled thee. Thy name is uttered with praise unmixed with fear. All Persia's gold, all the great king's satrapies, could not Medize my Lysander. Ah, " continued the father, turning to PA USA NI AS, THE SPARTAN i^- his wife, " who could have i^redicted the happiness of this hour? Poor child ! he was born sickly. Hera had already given us more sons than we could provide for, ere our land's were increased by the death of thy childless relatives. Wife, wife ! when the family council ordained him to be exposed on Taygetus, when thou didst hide thyself lest thy tears should be seen, and my voice trembled as I said, ' Be the laws obeyed,' who could have guessed that the gods would yet preserve him to be the pride of our house .? Blessed be Zeus the saviour, and Hercules the warrior ! "* " And," said the mother, " blessed be Pausanias, the de- scendant of Hercules, who took the forlorn infant to his fa- ther's home, and who has reared him now to be the example of Spartan youths." " Ah, " said Lysander, looking up into his father's eyes, " if I can ever be worthy of your love, O my father, forget not, I pray thee, that it is to Pausanias I owe life, home, and a Spartan's glorious destiny." " I forget it not," answered Agesilaus, with a mournful and serious expression of countenance. " And on this I would speak to thee. Thy mother must spare thee a while to me. Come. I lean on thy shoulder instead of my staff." Agesilaus led his son into the large hall, which was the main chamber of the house ; and pacing up and down the wide and solitary floor, questioned him closely as to the truth of the stories respecting the Regent which had reached the Ephors. " Thou must speak with naked heart to me," said Agesil- aus ; " for I tell thee that, if I am Spartan, I am also man and father ; and I would serve him, who saved thy life and taught thee how to fight for thy country, in every way that may be lawful to a Spartan and a Greek." Thus addressed, and convinced of his father's sincerity, Lysander replied with ingenuous and brief simplicity. He granted that Pausanias had exposed himself with a haughty imprudence, which it was difficult to account for, to the charges of the lonians. " But," he added, with that shrewd observation which his affection for Pausanias rather than his experience of human nature had taught him — "but we must remember that in Pausanias we are dealing with no ordinary man. If he has faults of judgment which a Spartan rarely commits, he has, O my father, a force of intellect and passion which a Spartan as rarely knows. Shall I tell you the truth ? Our state is too small for him. But would it not have been 156 PAUSAA'IAS, THE SPARTAN. too small for Hercules ? Would the laws of ^gimius have permitted Hercules to perform his labors and achieve his conquests ? This vast and her}' nature suddenly released from the cramps of our customs, which Pausanias never in his youth regarded save as galling, expands itself, as an eagle long caged would outspread its wings." " 1 comprehend," said Agesilaus, thoughtfully, and some- what sadly. " There have been moments in my own life when I regarded Sparta as a prison. In my early manhood I was sent on a mission to Corinth. Its pleasures, its wild tumult of gay license, dazzled and inebriated me, I said, 'This it. is to live.' I came back to Sparta sullen and dis- contented. But then, happily, I saw thy mother at the fes- tival of Diana. We loved each other, we married ; and when I was permitted to take her to my home, I became sobered and was a Spartan again. I comprehend. Poor Pausanias ! But luxury and pleasure, though they charm a while, do not fill up the whole of a soul like that of our Heracleid. From these he may recover ; but ambition — that is the true liver of Tantalus, and grows larger under the beak that feeds on it. What is his ambition, if Sparta be too small for him ? " " I think his ambition would be to make Sparta as big as himself." Agesilaus stroked his chin musingly. " And how ? " " I cannot tell, I can only guess. But the Persian war, if I may judge by what I hear and see, cannot roll away and leave the boundaries of each Greek state the same. Two states now stand forth prominent, Athens and Sparta. The- mistocles and Cimon aim at making Athens the head of Hel- las. Perhaps Pausanias aims to effect for Sparta what they would effect for Athens." " And what thinkest thou of such a scheme ? " ** Ask me not. I am too young, too inexperienced, and perhaps too Spartan to answer rightly." " Too Spartan, because thou art too covetous of power for Sparta." " Too Spartan because I may be too anxious to keep Sparta what she is." Agesilaus smiled. "We are of the same mind, my son. Think not that the reeky defiles which enclose us shut out from our minds all the ideas that new circumstance strikes from time. I have meditated on what thou sayest. Pausa- nias may scheme. It is true that the invasion of the Mede PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTA AT. 1-7 must tend to raise up one state in Greece to which the o'hers will look for a head. I have asked myself, can Sparta be that state ? and my reason tells me, No ; Sparta is lost if she attempt it. She may become something else, but she can not be Sparta. Such a state must become maritime, and de- pend on lieets. Our inland situation forbids this. True, we have ports in which the Periceci flourish ; but did we use them for a permanent policy, the Periceci must become our masters. These five villages would be abandoned for a mart on the sea-shore. This mother of men would be no more. A state that so aspires must have ample wealth at its com- mand. We have none. We might raise tribute from other Greek cities, but for that purpose we must have fieets again, to overawe and compel, for no tribute will be long voluntary. A state that would be the active governor of Hellas must have lives to spare in abundance. We have none, unless we always do hereafter as we did at Platoea, raise an army of Helots — seven Helots to one Spartan. How long, if we did so, would the Helots obey us, and meanwhile how would our lands be cultivated .-' A state that would be the centre of Greece must cultivate all that can charm and allure strangers. We banish strangers, and what charms and allures them would womanize us. More than all, a state that would obtain the sympathies of the turbulent Hellenic populations must have the most popular institutions. It must be governed by a Demus. We are an Oligarchic Aristocracy — a disciplined camp of warriors, not a licentious Agora. Therefore, Sparta cannot assume the head of a Greek Confederacy except in the rare seasons of actual war ; and the attempt to make her the head of such a confederacy would cause changes so re- pugnant to our manners and habits, that it would be fraught with destruction to him who made the attempt, or to us if he succeeded. Wherefore, to sum up, the ambition of Pausanias is in this impracticable, and must be opposed." " And Athens," cried Lysander, with a slight pang of natural and national jealousy, "Athens, then, must wrest from Pausanias the hegemony he now holds for Sparta, and Athens must be what the Athenian ambition covets." "We cannot help it — she must ; but can it last.? Im- possible. And woe to her if she ever comes in contact with , the bronze of Laconian shields. But in the meanwhile, what is to be done with this great and awful Heracleid } They accuse him of Medizing, of secret conspiracy with Per- sia itself. Can that be possible ? " [5S FAUSAA/AS, THE SPARTAN. " If SO, it is but to use Persia on behalf of Sparta. If he would subdue Greece, it is not for the king — it is for the race of Hercules." " Ay, ay, ay," cried Agesilaus, shading his face with his hand. " All becomes clear to me now. Listen. Did I openly defend Pausanias before the Ephors, I should injure his cause. But when they talk of his betraying Hellas and Sparta, I place before them, nakedly and broadly, their duty if that charge be true. For if true, O my son, Pausanias must die as criminals die." '' Die — criminal — a Heracleid — king's blood — the Vic- tor of Plataea — my friend Pausanias !" " Rather he than Sparta. What sayest thou ?" "Neither, neither," exclaimed Lysander, wringing his hands — " impossible both." " Impossible both, be it so, I place before the Ephors the terrors of accrediting that charge, in order that they may re- pudiate it. For the lesser ones it matters not : he is in no danger there, save that of fine, And his gold," added Age- silaus, with a curved lip of disdain, "will both condemn and save him. For the rest, I would spare him the dishonor of being publicly recalled, and, to say truth, I would save Sparta the peril she might incur from his wrath, if she in- flicted on him that slight. But mark me, he himself must resign his command, voluntarily, and return to Sparta. Better so for him and his pride, for he cannot keep the hegemony against the will of the lonians, whose fleet is so much larger than ours, and it is to his gain if his successor lose it, not he. But better, not only for his pride, but for his glory and his name, that he should come from these scenes of fierce temptation, and, since birth made him a Spartan, learn here again to conform to what he cannot change. I have spoken thus plainly to thee. Use the words I have uttered as thou best may, after thy return to Pausanias, which I will strive to make speedy. But while we talk there goes on danger — danger still of his abrupt recall — for there are those who will seize every excuse for it. Enough of these grave matters : the sun is sinking toward the we't, and thy companions await thee at thy feast ; mine will oe eager to greet me on thy return,and thy little brothers, who go with me to my pheidition, will hear thee so praised that they will long for the cfypteia — long to be men, and find some future Plataia for themselves. May the gods forbid it ! Wat is a terrible unsettler. Time saps states, as a tide the cliflE PAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN. i^g War is an inundation ; and when it ebbs, a landmark has vanished." CHAPTER V. Nothing so largely contributed to the peculiar character of Spartan society as the uniform custom of taking the prin- cipal meal at a public table. It conduced to four objects : the precise status of aristocracy, since each table was formed ac- cording to title and rank ; equality among aristocrats, since each at the same table was held the equal of the other ; mili- tary union, for as they feasted so they fought ; being formed into divisions in the field according as they messed together at home ; and, lastly, that sort of fellowship in public opinion which intimate association among those of the same rank and habit naturally occasions. These tables in Sparta were sup- plied by private contributions ; each head of a family was obliged to send a certain portion at his own cost, and accord- ing to the number of his children. If his fortune did not allow him to do this, he was excluded from the public tables. Hence, a certain fortune was indispensable to the pure Spar- tan, and this was one reasen why it was permitted to expose infants, if the family threatened to be too large for the father's means. The general arrangements were divided into syssitia, according, perhaps, to the number of families, and correspon- dent to the divisions, or obes, acknowledged by the state. Bnt these larger sections were again subdivided into compa- nies or clubs of fifteen, vacancies being filled up by ballot ; but one vote could exclude. And since, as we have said, the companies were marshalled in the field according to their as- sociation at the table, it is clear that fathers of grave years and of high station (station in Sparta increased with years) could not have belonged to the same table as the young men, their sons. Their boys under a certain age they took to their own pheiditia, where the children sat upon a lower bench, and partook of the simplest dishes of the fare. Though the cheer at these public tables was habitually plain, yet upon occasion it was enriched by presents to the after-course, of game and fruit. Lysander was received by his old comrades with that cor- l6o PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. diality in which was mingled for the first time a certain manly respect, due to feats in battle, and so flattering to the young. The prayer to the gods, correspondent to the modern grace, and the pious libations being concluded, the attendant Helots served the black broth, and the party fell to, with the appetite produced by hardy exercise and mountain air. " What do the allies say to the black broth ? " asked a young Spartan. " They do not comprehend its merits," answered Lysan- der. CHAPTER VI. Everything in the familiar life to which he had returned delighted the young Lysander. But for anxious thoughts about Pausanias, he would have been supremely blessed. To him the various scenes of his early years brought no associa- tion of the restraints and harshness which revolted the more luxurious nature and the fiercer genius of Pausanias. The plunge into the frigid waters of Eurotas — the sole bath per- mitted to the Spartans* at a time when the rest of Greece had already carried the art of bathing into voluptuous refine- ment ; the sight of the vehement contests of the boys, drawn up as in battle, at the game of football, or in detached en- gagements, sparing each other so little that the popular be- lief out of Sparta was that they were permitted to tear out each other's eyes,t but subjecting strength to every skilful art that g\'mnastics could teach ; the mimic war on the island, near the antique trees of the Plane Garden, waged with wea- pons of wood and blunted iron, and the march regulated to the music of flutes and lyres ; nay, even the sight of the stern altar, at which boys had learned to bear the anguish of stripes without a murmur — all produced in this primitive and in- tensely national intelligence an increased admiration for the * Except occasionally the dry sudorific bath, all warm bathing was strictly forbidden, as enervating. t An evident exaggeration. The Spartans had too great a regard for the physical gifts as essential to warlike uses, to permit cruelties that would have blinded their young warriors. And they even forbade the practice of the pancratium as ferocious and needlessly dangerous tc life. PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAM. l6i ancestral laws, which, carrying patience, fortitude, address, and strength to the utmost perfection, had formed a handful of men into the cahn lords of a tierce population, and placed the fenceless villages of Sparta beyond a fear of the external assaults and the civil revolution which perpetually stormed the citadels and agitated the market-places of Hellenic cities. His was not the mind to perceive that much was relinquished for the sake of that which was gained, or to comprehend that there was more which consecrates humanity in one stormy- day of Athens than in a serene century of iron Lacedaemon. But there is ever beauty of soul where there is enthusiastic love of country ; and the young Spartan was wise in his own Dorian way. The religious festival which had provided the Ephors with an excuse for delaying their answer to the Ionian envoys oc- cupied the city. The youths and the maidens met in the sacred chorus ; and Lysander, standing by amidst the gazers, suddenly felt his heart beat. A boy pulled him by the skirt of his mantle. " Lysander, hast thou yet scolded Percalus ? " said the boy's voice, archly. *' My young friend," answered Lysander, coloring high, " Percalus hath vouchsafed me as yet no occasion ; and, in- deed, she alone, of all the friends whom I left behind, does not seem to recognize me." His eyes, as he spoke, rested with a mute reproach in their gaze on the form of a virgin who had just paused in the choral dance, and whose looks were bent obdurately on the ground. Her luxuriant hair was drawn upward from cheek and brow, braided into a knot at the crown of the head, in the fashion so trying to those who have neither bloom nor beauty, so exquisitely becoming to those who have both ; and the maiden, even amidst Spartan girls, was pre-eminently lovely. It is true that the sun had somewhat embrowned the smooth cheek ; but the stately throat and the rounded arms were admirably fair — not, indeed, with the pale and dead whiteness which the Ionian women sought to obtain by art, but with the delicate rose-hue of Hebe's youth. Her garment of snow-white wool, fastened over both shoulders with large golden clasps, was without sleeves, fitting not too tightly to the harmonious form, and leaving more than the ankle free to the easy glide of the dance. Taller than Hel- lenic women usually were, but about the average height of her Spartan companions, her shape was that which the sculp 1 62 PAUSANFAS, THE SPARTAN. tors give to Artemis. Light and feminine and virgin-like, but with all the rich vitality of a divine youth, with a force, not indeed of a man, but such as art would give to the god- dess whose step bounds over the mountain-top, and whose arm can launch the shaft from the silver bow — yet was there something in the mien and face of Percalus more subdued and bashful than in those of most of the girls around her ; and, as if her ear had caught Lysander's words, a smile just now played round her lips, and gave to all the countenance a wonderful sweetness. Then, as it became her turn once more to join in the circling measure, she lifted her eyes directed them full upon the young Spartan, and the eyes said plainly, " Ungrateful ! 1 forget thee ! I ! " It was but one glance, and she seemed again wholly in tent upon the dance , but Lysander felt as if he had tasted the nectar and caught a glimpse of the courts of the gods. No further approach was made by either, although intervals in the evening permitted it. But if, on the one hand, there was in Sparta an intercourse between the youth of both sexes wholly unknown in most of the Grecian States, and if that intercourse made marriages of love especially more common there than eleswhere, yet, when love did actually exist, and was acknowledged by some young pair, they shunned public notice ; the passion became a secret, or confidants to it were few. Then came the charm of stealth : to woo and to win, as if the treasure were to be robbed by a lover from the heaven unknown to man. Accordingly, Lysander now mixed with the spectators, conversed cheerfully, only at distant in- tervals permitted his eyes to turn to Percalus, and when her part in the chorus had concluded, a sigh, undetected by others, seemed to have been exchanged between them, and, a little while after, Lysander had disappeared from the assembly. He wandered down the street called the Aphetais, and after a little while the way became perfectly still and lonely, for the inhabitants had crowded to the sacred festival, and the houses lay quiet and scattered. So he went on, passing the ancient temple in which Ulysses is said to have dedi- cated a statue in honor of his victory in the race over the suiters of Penelope, and paused where the ground lay bare and rugged around many a monument to the fabled chiefs of tlie heroic age. Upon a crag that jutted over a silent hollow, covered with oleander and arbute, and here and there the wild rose, the young lover sat down, waiting patiently • foi PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTA!^. 163 the eyes of Percalus had told him he should not wait in vain. Afar he saw, in the exceeding clearness of the atmosphere, the Taenarium, or Temple of Neptune, unprophetic of the dark connection that shrine would hereafter have with him whom he then honored as a chief worthy, after death, of a monument amidst those heroes ; and the gale that cooled his forehead wandered to him from the field of the Hellanium in which the envoys of Greece had taken council how to oi> pose the march of Xerxes, when his myriads first poured in'o Lurope. Alas ! all the great passions that distinguish race from race pass away in the tide of generations. The enthusiasm of soul which gives us heroes and demi-gods for ancestors, and hallows their empty tombs ; the vigor of thoughtful freedom which guards the soil from invasion, and shivers force upon the edge of intelligence. The heroic age and the civilized alike depart ; and he who wanders through the glens of Laconia can scarcely guess where was the monument of Lelex, or the field of the Hellanium. And yet on the same spot where sat the young Spartan warrior, waiting for the steps of the beloved one, may, at this very hour, some rustic lover be seated, with a heart beating with like emotions, and an ear listening for as light a tread. Love alone never passes away from the spot where its footstep hath once pressed the earth, and reclaimed the savage. Traditions, freedom, the thirst for glory, art, laws, creeds, vanish ; but the eye thrills the breast, and hand warms to hand, as before the name of Lycurgus was heard, or Helen was borne a bride to the home of Menelaus. Under the influence of this power, then, something of youth is still retained by nations the most worn with time. But the power thus eternal in nations is short-lived for the individual being. Brief, in- deed, in the life of each is that season which lasts forever in the life of all. — From the old age of nations glory fades away ; but in their utmost decrepitude there is still a generation young enough to love. To the individual man, however, glory alone remains when the snows of ages have fallen, and love is but the memory of a boyish dream. No wonder that the Greek genius, half incredulous of the soul, clung with such tenacity to youth. What a sigh from the heart of the old sensuous world breathes in the strain of Mimnermus, be- wailing with so fierce and so deep a sorrow the advent of the years in which man is loved no more ! Lysander's eye was still along the solitary road, when he 164 FAUSANTAS, THE SPARTAN. heard a low, musical laugh behind him. He started in sur- prise, and beheld Percalus. Her mirth was increased by his astonished gaze, till, in revenge, he caught both her hands, and, drawing her toward him, kissed, not vyithout a struggle, the lips into serious gravity. Extricating herself from him, the maiden put on an air of offended dignity, and Lysander, abashed at his own auda- city, muttered some broken words of penitence. " But, indeed,'' he added, as he saw the cloud vanishing from her brow, " indeed thou wert so provoking, and so irre- sistibly beauteous. And how earnest thou here, as if thou hadst dropped from the heavens .'' " " Didst thou think," answered Percalus, demurely, " chat I could be suspected of following thee ? Nay ; I tarried till I could accompany Euryclea to her home yonder, and then, slipping from her by her door, I came across the grass and the glen to search for the arrow shot yesterday in the hollow below thee." So saying, she tripped from the crag by his side into the nooked recess below, which was all out of sight, in case some passenger should pass the road, and where, stooping down, she seemed to busy herself in searching for the shaft amidst the odorous shrubs. Lysander was not slow in following her footsteps. " Thine arrow is here," said he, placing his hand to his heart. " Fie ! The Ionian poets teach thee these compliments." " Not so. Who hath sung more of Love and his arrows than our own Alcman .'' " " Mean you the Regent's favorite brother ? " " Oh no ! The ancient Alcman ; the poet whom even the Ephors sanction." Percalus ceased to seek for the arrow, and they seated themselves on a little knoll in the hollow, side by side, and frankly she gave him her hand, and listened, with rosy cheek and rising bosom, to his honest wooing. He told her truly how her image had been with him in the strange lands ; how faithful he had been to the absent, amidst all the beauties of the Isles and of the East. He reminded her of their early days — how, even as children, each had sought the other. He spoke of his doubts, his fears, lest he should find himself for- gotten or replaced ; and how everjoyed he had been when at last her eye replied to his. " And we understood each other so well, did we not, Per- calus ? Here we have so often met before ; here we parted PAUSAN/AS, THE SPARTAN. 1 65 last : here thou knewest I should go : here I knew that I might await thee." Percakis did not answer at much length, but what she said sufficed to enchant her lover. For the education of a Spartan maid did not favor the affected concealment of real feelings. It could not, indeed, banish what Nature prescribes to women — the modest self-estem, the difficulty to utter by word what eye and blush reveal — nor, perhaps, something of that arch and innocent malice which enjoys to taste the power which beauty exercises before the warm heart will freely ac- knowledge the power which sways itself. But the girl, though a little wilful and high spirited, was a candid, pure, and no- ble creature, and too proud of being loved by Lysander to feel more than a maiden's shame to confess her own. " And when I return," said the Spartan, '*ah ! then, look out and take care ; for I shall speak to thy father, gain his consent to our betrothal, and then carry thee away despite all thy struggles, to the bridesmaid, and these long locks, alas ! will fall." *' I thank thee for thy warning, and will find my arrow in time to guard myself," said Percalus, turning away her face, but holding up her hand in pretty menace ; " but where is the arrow ? I must make haste and find it." " Thou wilt have time enough, courteous Amazon, in mine absence, for I must soon return to Byzantium." Fercalus. " Art thou so sure of that .'' " Lysa7ider. " Why — dost thou doubt it ? " Fercalus (rising and moving the arbute boughs aside with the tip of her sandal). " And unless thou wouldst wait very long for my father's consent, perchance thou mayst have to ask for it very soon — too soon to prepare thy courage for so great a peril." Lysander (perplexed). " \Vhat canst thou mean ? By all the gods, I pray thee speak plain ! " Fercalus. " If Pausanias be recalled, wouldst thou still go to Byzantium } " Lysander. " No ; but I think the Ephors have decided not so to discredit their General." 1 ercalus (shaking her head incredulously). '* Count not on their decision so surely, valiant warrior. And suppose that Pausanias is recalled, and that some one else is sent in his place whose absence would prevent thy obtaining that consent thou covetest, and so frustrate thy designs on — on — " (she added, blushing scarlet) — " on these poor locks of mine." l66 rAUSANTAS, TFTE SPARTA?^. Lysauder (starting). " Oh, Percalus, do I conceive thee aright ? Hast thou any reason to think that thy father Dorcis •will be sent to replace Pausanias — the great Pausanias ? " Fcrcalus (a little offended at a tone of expression which seemed to slight her father's pretensions). *' Dorcis, my fa ther, is a warrior whom Sparta reckons second to none ; a most brave captain, and every inch a Spartan ; but — but — " Lysauder. " Percalus, do not trifle with me. Thou know* est how my fate has been linked to the Regent's. Thou must have intelligence not shared even by my father, himself an Ephor. What is it ? " Percalus. " Thou wilt be secret, my Lysander, for what I may tell thee I can only learn by the hearthstone.,' Lysander. " Fear me not. Is not all between us a se- cret ? " Percalus. " Well, then, Periclides and my father, as thou art aware, are near kinsmen. And when the Ionian envoys first arrived, it was my father who was specially appointed to see to their fitting entertainment. And that same night I overheard Dorcis say to my mother, ' If I could succeed Pau- sanias, and conclude this war, I should be consoled for not having commanded at Plataea.' And my mother, who is proud for her husband's glory, as a woman should be, said, * Wliy not strain every ner\^e as for a crown in Olympia ? Periclides will aid thee — thou wilt win.' " Lysander. " But that was the first night of the lonians' arrival." Pcrealus. " Since then I believe that thy father and oth- ers of the Ephors overruled Periclides and Zeuxidamus, for I have heard all that passed between my father and mother on the subject. But early this morning, while my mother was assisting to attire me for the festival, Periclides himself called at our house, and before I came from home, my mother after a short conference with Dorcis, said to me, in the ex- uberance of her joy, ' Go, child, and call here all the maid- ens, as thy father ere long will go to outshine all the Grecian chiefs,' So that if my father does go, thou wilt remain in Sparta. Then, my beloved Lysander — and — and — but what ails thee ? Is that thought so sorrowful .? " Lysander. " Pardon me, pardon ; thou art a Spartan maid; thou must comprehend what should be felt by a Spar- tan soldier when he thinks of humiliation and ingratitude to his chief. Gods ! the man who rolled back the storm of the Mede to be insulted in the face of Hellas by the government FA us AN/AS, THE SPARTA AT. 167 of his native city ! The blush of shame upon his cheek burns my own." The warrior bowed his face in his clasped hands. Not a resentful thought natural to female vanity and ex- acting affection then crossed the mind of the Spartan girl She felt at once, by the sympathy of kindred nurture, all that was torturing her lover. She was even prouder of him that he forgot her for the moment to be so truthful to his chief ; and abandoning the innocent coyness she had before shown, she put her arm round his neck with a pure and sisterly fond- ness, and, kissing his brow, whispered, soothingly," It is for me to ask pardon, that I did not think of this — that I spoke so foolishly ; but comfort — thy chief is not disgraced even by recall. Let them recall Pausanias, they can not recall his glory. When, in Sparta, did we ever hold a brave man dis- credited by obedience to the government } None are dis- graced who do not disgrace themselves." " Ah ! my Percalus, so I should say ; but so will not think Pausanias, nor the allies ; and in this slight to him I see the shadow of the Erinnys. But it may not be true yet ; nor can Periclides of himself dispose thus of the Lacedaemonian armies." " We will hope so, dear Lysander," said Percalus, who, born to be man's helpmate, then only thought of consoling and cheering him. " And if thou dost return to the camp, tarry as long as thou wilt, thou wilt find Percalus the same." " The gods bless thee, maiden !" said Lysander, with grateful passion," and blessed be the state that rears such women ! Elsewhere Greece knows them not." "And does Greece elsewhere know such men ?" asked Percalus, raising her graceful head. " But so late — ^is it possible ? See where the shadows are falling ! Thou wilt but be in time for thy pheidition. Farewell." " But when to meet again ?" " Alas ! when we can." She sprung lightly away ; then, turning her face as she fled, added," Look out ! thou wert taught to steal in thy boyhood — steal an interview. I will be thy accomplice." 1 68 PAUSANIAS, THE S TARTAN. CHAPTER VII. That night, as Agesilaus was leaving the public table a1 which he supped, Periclides, who was one of the same com- pany, but who had been unusually silent during the enter- tainment, approached him, and said, " Let us walk toward thy home together ; the moon is up, and will betray listeners to our converse, should there be any." " And in default of the moon, thy years, if not yet mine, permit thee a lantern, Periclides." " I have not drunk enough to need it," answered the chief of the Ephors, with unusual pleasantr)' ; " but as thou art the younger man, I will lean on thine arm, so as to be closer to thine ear." " Thou hast something secret and grave to say, then ? " Periclides nodded. As they ascended the rugged aclivity, different groups, equally returning home from the public tables, passed them. Though the sacred festival had given excuse for prolonging the evening meal, and the wine-cup had been replenished beyond the abstemious wont; still each little knot of revellers passed and dispersed in a sober and decorous quiet which, perhaps, no other eminent city in Greece could have ex- hibited ; young and old equally grave and noiseless. For the Spartan youth, no fair Hetaerse then opened homes adorned with flowers, and gay with wit, no less than alluring with beauty ; but as the streets grew more deserted, there stood in the thick shadow of some angle, or glided furtively by some winding wall, a bridegroom lover, tarrjdng till all was still, to steal to the arms of his lawful wife, whom for years perhaps he might not openly acknowledge and carry in triumph to his home. But not of such young adventurers thought the sage Peri- clides, though his voice was as low as a lover's " hist ! " and his step as stealthy as a bridegroom's tread. " My friend," said he, " with the faint gray of the dawn there comes to my house a new messenger from the camp, and the tidings he brings change all our decisions. The Festival does not permit us as Ephors to meet in public, oi PAUSAN/AS, THE SPARTAN. 169 at least, I think thou wilt agree with me, it is more prudent not to do so. All we should do now should be in strict privacy." " But, hush ! from whom the message — Pausanias ? " " No — from Aristides the Athenian." " And to what effect ? " " The lonians have revolted from the Spartan hegemony, and ranged themselves under the Athenian flag." " Gods ! what I feared has already come to pass." " And Aristides writes to me, with whom you remember that he has the hospitable ties, that the Athenians cannot abandon their Ionian allies and kindred who thus appeal to them ; and that if Pausanias remain, open war may break out between the two divisions into which the fleet of Hellas is now rent." " This must not be, for it would be war at sea ; we and the Peloponnesians have far the fewer vessels, the less able seamen. Sparta w^ould be conquered." " Rather than Sparta should be conquered, must we not recall her General .'' " " I would give all my lands, and sink out of the rank of Equal, that this bad not chanced," said Agesilaus, bitterly. " Hist ! hist ! not so loud." " I had hoped we might induce the Regent himself to resign the command, and so have been spared the shame and the pain of an act that affects the hero-blood of our kings. Could not that be done yet ? " " Dost thou think so ? Pausanias resign in the midst of a mutiny ! Thou canst not know the man." " Thou art right — impossible. I see no option now\ He must be recalled. But the Spartan hegemony is, then, gone — gone forever — gone to Athens." '" Not so. Sparta hath many a worthy son besides this too arrogant Heracleid." " Yes ; but where his genius of command ? — where his immense renown ? — where a man, I say, not in Sparta, but in all Greece, fit to cope with Aristides and Cimon in the camp, with Themistocles in the city of our rivals ? If Pau- sanias fails, who succeeds ? " " Be not deceived. What must be, must ; it is but a little time earlier than necessity would have fixed. Wouldst thou take the command ? " "I ? The gods forbid ! ' •* Then, if thou wilt not, I know but one man." lyo PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. " And who is he ? " " Dorcis." Agesilaus started, and, by the Ught of the moon, gazed full upon the face of the chief Ephor. " Thy kinsman, Dorcis ! Ah, Periclides, hast thou schemed this from the first ? " Periclides changed color at finding himself thus abruptly detected, and as abruptly charged ; however, he answered with laconic dr}-ness : " Friend, did I scheme the revolt of the lonians ? But if thou knowest a better man than Dorcis, speak. Is he not brave ? " "Yes." " Skilful ? " " No. Tut ! thou art as conscious as I am that thou mightest as well compare the hat on thy brow to the brain it hides, as liken the stolid Dorcis to thy fiery but profound Heracleid." " Ay, ay. But there is one merit the hat has which the brow has not — it can do no harm. Shall we send our chiefs to be made worse men by Eastern manners .'' Dorcis has dull wit, granted ; no arts can corrupt it. He may not save the hegemony, but he will return as he went, a Spartan." " Thou art right again, and a wise man, Periclides. I submit. Thou hast my vote for Dorcis. What else hast thou designed ? for I see now that whatever thou designest that wilt thou accomplish; and our meeting on the Archeion is but an idle form." "Nay, nay," said Periclides, Avith his austere smile, " thou givest me a wit and a will that I have not. But as chief of the Ephors I watch over the state. And though I design nothing, this I would counsel : On the day we answer the lonians, we shall tell them, ' What ye ask, we long siijce proposed to do.' And Dorcis is already on the seas as suc- cessor to Pausanias." " When will Dorcis leave ? " said Agesilaus, curtly. " If the other Ephors concur, to-morrow night." " Here we are at my doors ; wilt thou not enter ? " " No. I have others yet to see. I knew we should be of the same mind." Agesilaus made no reply ; but as he entered the court- yard of his house, he muttered uneasily, — " And if Lysander is right, and Sparta is too small for Pau?5anias, do we not bring back a giant who will widen it to PAUSANIAS, THE SPARTAN. jyi his own girth, and raze the old foundations to make room for the buildings he would add ? " (unfinished.) [The pages covered by the manuscript of this uncom- pleted story of " Pausanias " are scarcely more numerous than those which its author has filled with the notes made by him from works consulted with special reference to the sub- ject of it. Those notes (upon Greek and Persian antiquities) are wholly without interest for the general public. They illustrate the author's conscientious industry, but they afford no clue to the plot of his romance. Under the sawdust, however, thus fallen in the industrial process of an imagina- tive work, unhappily unfinished, I have found two specimens of original composition. They are rough sketches erf songs expressly composed for " Pausanias ; " and, since they are not included in the foreoging portion of it, I think they may properly be added here. The unrhymed lyrics introduced by my father into some of the opening chapters of this romance appear to have been suggested by some fragments of Mim- nermus, and composed about the same time as " The Lost Tales of Miletus." Indeed, one of them has been already printed in that work. The following verses, however, which are rhymed, bear evidence of having been composed at a much earlier period. I know not whether it was my father's intention to discard them altogether, or to alter them materi- ally, or to insert them without alteration in some later portion of the romance. But I print them here precisely as they are written. — L.] FOR PAUSANIAS. [Partially borrowed from Aristophane's " Peace," v. 1 127, etc.] Away, away, with the hehn and greaves. Away with the leeks and cheese 1 * I have conquer'd my passion for wounds and blows, And the worst that I wish to the worst of my foes Is the glory and gain Of a year's campaign On a diet of leeks and cheese. • , Cheese and onions, the rations furnished to soldiers in campaign. '17a PA us A KI AS, THE SPARTAN-. I love to drink by my own warni hearth, Nourished with logs from the pine-clad heights, Which were hewn in the blaze of the summer sun To treasure his rays for the winter nights On the hearth where my grandam spun. I love to drink of the grape I press, And to drink with a friend of y^re ; Quick 1 bring me a bough from the myrtle-tree Which is budding afresh by Nicander's door. Tell Nicander himself he must sup with me, And along with the bough from his myrtle-tree We will circle the lute, in a choral glee To the goddess of corn and peace. For Nicander and I were fast friends at school. Here he comes ! We are boys once more. When the grasshopper chants in the bells of thyme, I love to watch if the Lemnian grape* Is donning the purple that decks its prime; And, as I sit at my porch to see, With my little one trying to scale my knee, To join in the grasshopper's chant, and sing To Apollo and Pan from the heart of Spring, f Listen, O list I Hear ye not, neighbors, the voice of Peace ? "The swallow I hear in the household eaves." lo /Egien ! Peace ! " Anf. W////23, 1S40. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FIRST EDITION. Could I prescribe to the critic and to the public, I would wish that this work might be tried by the rules rather of poetry than prose, for according to those rules have been both its conception and its execution ; — and I feel that something of sympathy with the author's design is requisite to win_ indul- o-ence for the superstitions he has incorporated with his tale ; for the floridity of his style and the redundance of his de scriptions. Perhaps, indeed, it would be impossible, in at- tempting to paint the scenery and embody some of the Le- gends of the Rhine, not to give (it may be, too loosely) the reins to the imagination, or to escape the influence of that wild German spirit, which I have sought to transfer to a colder tongue. I have made the experiment of selecting for the mam interest of my work the simplest materials, and weaving upon them the ornaments given chiefly to subjects of a more fanci- ful nature. I know not how far I have succeeded, but vari- ous reasons have conspired to make this the work, above all otliers that I have written, which has given me the most de- light (though not unmixed with melancholy) in producing, and in which my mind, for the time, has been the most com- pletely absorbed. But the ardor of composition is often dis- propoVtioned to the merit of the work ; and the public sometimes, not unjustly, avenges itself for that forgetfulness of its existence, which makes the chief charm of an author's solitude ; and the happiest, if not the wisest, inspiration of his dreams. P R E F AC E TO PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. With the younger class of my readers, this work has had the good fortune to find especial favor ; perhaps because it is in itself a collection of the thoughts and sentiments that constitute the Romance of youth. It has little to do with the positive truths of our actual life, and does not pretend to deal with the larger passions and more stirring interests of our kind. It is but an episode out of the graver epic of hu- man destinies. It requires no explanation of its purpose, and no analysis of its story ; the one is evident, the other simple : — the first seeks but to illustrate visible nature through the poetry of the affections ; the other is but the narrative of the most real of mortal sorrows which the Au- thor attempts to take out of the region of pain, by various accessories from the Ideal. The connecting tale itself is but the string that binds into a garland the wild flowers cast upon a grave. The descriptions of the Rhine have been considered by Germans sufficiently faithful to render this tribute to theii land and their legends one of the popular guide-books along the course it illustrates ; especially to such tourists as wish not only to take in with the eye the inventory of the river, but to seize the peculiar spirit which invests the wave and the bank with a beauty that can only be made visible by reflex- ion. He little comprehends the true charm of the Rhine, who gazes on the vines on the hill-tops without a thought of the imaginary world with which their recesses have been 8 PREFACE. peopled by the graceful credulity of old ; who surveys the steep ruins that overshadow the water, untouched by one lesson from the pensive morality of Time. Everywhere around us is the evidence of perished opinions and departed races — every\vhere around us, also, the rejoicing fertility of unconquerable Nature, and the calm progress of Man himself through the infinite cycles of decay. He who would judge adequately of a landscape, must regard it not only with the painter's eye, but with the poet's. The feelings which the sight of any scene in nature conveys to the mind — more^ es- pecially of any scene on which history or fiction has left its trace — must depend upon our sympathy with those associa- tions which make up what may be called the spiritual char- acter of the spot. If indifferent to those associations, we should see o-nly hedgerows and ploughed land in the battle- field of Bannockburn ; and the traveller would but look on a dreary waste, whether he stood amidst the piles of the Druid, on Salisbury plain, or trod his bewildered way over the broad expanse on which the Chaldean first learned to number the stars. £. B. Lf. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. CHAPTER I. In which the reader is introduced to Queen Nymphalin. In one of those green woods which belong so peculiarly to our island ( for the continent has its forests, but England, its woods), there lived, a short time ago, a charming little fairy called Nymphalin. I believe she is descended from a younger branch of the house of Mab, but perhaps that may only be a genealogical fable, for your fairies are very sus- ceptible to the pride of ancestry, and it is impossible to deny that they fall somewhat reluctantly into the liberal opinions so much in vogue at the present day. However that may be, it is quite certain that all the courtiers in Nymphalin's domain ( for she was a queen fairy) made a point of asserting her right to this illustrious descent ; and, accordingly, she quartered the Mab arms with her own — three acorns vert, with a grasshopper rampant. It was as merry a little court as could possibly be conceived, and on a fine midsummer night it would have been worth while attend- ing the queen's balls — that is to say, if you could have got a ticket ; a favor not obtained without great interest. But, unhappily, until both men and fairies adopt Mr. Owen's proposition, and live in parallelograms, they will always be the victims of ennui. And Nymphalin, who had been disappointed in love, and was still unmarried, had for lO THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. the last five or six months been exceedingly tired even of giving balls. She yawned very frequently, and consequently yawning became a fashion. " But why don't we have some new dances, my Pipalee ? " said Nymphalin to her favorite maid of honor ; " These waltzes are very old-fashioned." " Very old-fashioned," said Pipalee. The queen gaped, and Pipalee did the same. It was a gala night ; the court was held in a lone and beautiful hollow, with the wild brake closing round it on every side, so that no human step could easily gain the spot. Wherever the shadows fell upon the brake, a glow-worm made a point of exhibiting itself, and the bright August moon sailed slowly above, pleased to look down upon so charming a scene of merriment ; for they wrong the moon who assert that she has an objection to mirth — with the mirth of fairies she has all possible sympathy. Here and there in the thicket, the scarce honeysuckles — in August, honeysuckles are somewhat out of season — hung their rich festoons, and at that moment they were crowded with the elderly fairies, who had given up dancing and taken to scandal. Beside the honeysuckle you might see the hawk- w-eed and the white convolvulus, varying the soft verdure of the thicket ; and mushrooms in abundance had sprung up in the circle, glittering in the silver moonlight, acceptable beyond measure to the dancers : every one knows how agreeable a thing tents are in ■Afetediampdre ? I was mis- taken in saying that the brake closed the circle entirely round : for there was one gap, scarcely apparent to mortals, through which a fairy at least might catch a view of a brook that was •close at hand, rippling in the stars, and chequered at in- tervals by the rich weed, floating on the surface, interspersed with the delicate arrowhead and the silver water-lily. Then the trees themselves, in their prodigal variety of hues ; the blue, the purple^ the yellowing tint — the tender and silvery verdure, and the deep mass of shade frowning into black ; the willow, the elm, the ash, the fir, the lime, " and, best of all. Old England's haunted oak : " these hues were broken again into a thousand minor and subtler shades, as the twinkling stars pierced the foliage, or the moon slept with a richer light upon some favored glade. It was a gala night ; the elderly fairies, as I said before, were chatting among the honeysuckles ; the young were flirting, and dancing, and making love ; the middle-aged THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. u talked politics under the mushrooms • and the queen herself, and half-a-dozen of her favorites, were yawning their pleasure from a little mound, covered with the thickest moss. " It has been very dull, madam, ever since Prince Fayzenheiin left us," said the fairy Nip. The queen sighed. " How handsome the prince is ! " said Pipalee. The queen blushed. " He wore the prettiest dress in the world ; and what a mustache!" cried Pipalee, fanning herself with her left wing. " He was a coxcomb," said the lord treasurer, sourly. The lord treasurer was the honestest and most disagreeable fairy at court ; he was an admirable husband, brother, son, cousin, uncle, and godfather ; it was these virtues that had made him a lord treasurer. Unfortunately they had not made him a sensible fairy. He was like Charles the Second in one respect, for he never did a wise thing ; but he was not like him in another — for he very often said a foolish one. The queen frowned. " A young prince is not the worse for that," retorted Pipalee. " Hcigho ! does your majesty think his highness likely to return. " Don't tease me," said Nymphalin, pettishly. The lord treasurer, by way of giving the conversation an agreeable turn, reminded her majesty that there was a prodigious accumulation of business to see to, especially that difficult affair about the emmet-wasp loan. Her majesty rose, and leaning on Pipalee's arm, walked down to the supper-tent. " Pray," said the fairy Trip to the fairy Nip, " what is all this talk about Prince Fayzenheim } Excuse my ignorance ; I am only just out, you know." " Why," answered Nip, a young courtier, not a marrying fairy, but very seductive, " the story runs thus : — Last sum- mer a foreigner visited us, calling himself Prince Fayzen- heim : one of your German fairies, I fancy ; no great things, but an excellent waltzer. He wore long spurs, made out of the stings of the horse-flies in the Black Forest ; his cap sat on one side, and his mustachios curled like the lip of the dragon flower. He was on his travels, and amused himself by mak- .ng love to the queen. You can't fancy, dear Trip, how fond she was of hearing him tell stories about the strange crea- tures of Germany — about wild-huntsmen, water-sprites, and a 12 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. pack of such stuff," added Nip, contemptuously, for Nip was a free-tliinker. " In sliort ? " said Trip. " In short, she loved," cried Nip, with a theatrical air. *' And the prince ? " " Packed up his clothes, and sent on lis travelling-car- riage, in order that he might go at his ease on the top of a stage-pigeon ; in short — as you say — in short, he deserted the queen, and ever since she has set the fashion of yawn- " It was very naughty in him," said the gentle Trip. " Ah, my dear creature," cried Nip, " if it had been you to whom he had paid his addresses ! " Trip simpered, and the oM fairies from their seats in the honeysuckles observed she was " sadly conducted ; " but the Trips had never been too respectable. Meanwhile the queen, leaning on Pipalee, said, after a short pause, " Do you know I have formed a plan ? " " How delightful ! " cried Pipalee. " Another gala ! " " Pooh, surely even you must be tired with such levities : the spirit of the age is no longer frivolous ; and I daresay as the march of gravity proceeds, we shall get rid of galas altogether." The queen said this with an air of inconceiv- able wisdom, for the " Societ}' for the Diffusion of General Stupefaction " had been recently established among the fairies, and its tracts had driven all the light reading out of the market. " The Penny Proser" had contributed greatly to the increase of knowledge and yawning, so visibly progress- ive among the courtiers. " No, " continued Nymphalin ; " I have thought of some- thing better than galas — Let us travel ! " Pipalee clasped her hand in ecstasy. '■' Where shall we travel .-'" " Let us go up the Rhine," said the queen, turning away iier head. " We shall be amazingly welcomed ; there are fairies without number, all the way by its banks ; and various distant connections of ours, whose nature and properties will afford interest and instruction to a philosophical mind." *' Number Nip, for instance," cried the gay Pipalee. " The Red Man !" said the graver Nymphalin. " O, my queen, what an excellent scheme 1 " and Pipalee was so lively during the rest of the night, that the old fairies in the honeysuckle insinuated that the lady of honor had drunk a buttercup too much of the Maydew. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 13 CHAPTER 11. THE LOVERS. I WISH only for such readers as give themselves heart and soul up to me — if they begin to cavil, I have done with them ; their fancy should put itself entirely under my man- agement ; and, after all, ought they not to be too glad to get out of this hackneyed and melancholy world, to be run awgy with by an author who promises them something new ? From the heights of Bruges, a Mortal and his betrothed gazed upon the scene below. They saw the sun set slowly amongst purple masses of cloud, and the lover turned to his mistress and sighed deeply ; for her cheek was delicate in its blended roses, beyond the beauty that belongs to the hues of health ; and when he saw the sun sinking from the world, the thought came upon him that she was his sun, and the glory that she shed over his life might soon pass away into the bosom of the "ever-during Dark." But against the clouds, rose one of the many spires that characterize the town of Bruges ; and on that spire, tapering into heaven, rested the eyes of Gertrude Vane. The different objects that caught the gaze of each was emblematic both of the different channel of their thoughts, and the different elements of their nature : he thought of the sorrow, she of the consolation : his heart prophesied of the passing away from earth — hers of the ascension into heaven. The lower part of the landscape was wrapt in shade ; but, just where the bank curved round in a mimic bay, the water caught the sun's parting smile, and rii> pled against the herbage that clothed the shore, with a scarce- ly noticeable wave. There were two of the numerous mills which are so picturesque a feature of that country, standing at a distance from each other on the rising banks, their sails perfectly still in the cool silence of the evening, and adding to the rustic tranquillity which breathed around. For to me there is something in the stilled sails of one of those inven- tions of man's industry peculiarly eloquent of repose : the rest seems typical of the repose of our own passions — short and uncertain, contrary to their natural ordination ; and doubly impressive from the feeling which admonishes us how H THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. precarious is the stillness — how utterly dependent on every wind rising at any moment and from any quarter of the heavens ! They saw before them no living forms, save of one or two peasants yet lingering by the water-side. Trevylyan drew closer to his Gertrude ; for his love was inexpressibly tender, and his vigilant anxiety for her made his stern frame feel the first coolness of the evening, even before she felt it herself. " Dearest, let me draw your mantle closer round you," Gertrude smiled her thanks. " I feel better than I have done for weeks," said she \ " and when once we get into the Rhine, you v/ill see me grow so strong as to shock all your initerest for me." " Ah, would to Heaven my interest for you may be put to such an ordeal ! " said Trevylyan ; and they turned slowly to fhe inn, where Gertrude's father already awaited them. Trevylyan was of a wild, a resolute, and an active nature. Thrown on the world at the age of sixteen, he had passed his youth in alternate pleasure, travel, and solitary study. At the age in which manhood is least susceptible to caprice, and most perhaps to passion, he fell in love with the loveliest person that ever dawned upon a poet's vision. I say this without exaggeration, for Gertrude Vane's was indeed the beauty, but the perishable beauty, of a dream. It happened most singu- larly to Trevylyan, (but he was a smgular man) that being naturally one whose affections it was very difficult to excite, he should have fallen in love at first sight with ajoerson whose disease, already declared, would have deterred any other heart from risking its treasures in a bark so utterly unfitted for the voyage of life. Consumption, but consumption in its most beautiful shape, had set its seal upon Gertrude Vane, when Trevylyan first saw her, and at once loved. He knew the danger of the disease ; he did not, except at intervals de- ceive himself ; he wrestled against the new passion ; but, stern as his nature was, he could not conquer it. He loved, he confessed his love, and Gertrude returned it. In a love like this there is something ineffably beautiful — it is essentially the poetry of passion. Desire grows hallowed by fear, and, scarce permitted to indulge its vent in the com- mon channel of the senses, breaks forth into those vague yearnings — those holy aspirations, which pine for the Bright, the Far, the Unattained. It is " the desire of the moth for the star" — it is the love of the soul ! Gertrude was advised by the Faculty to try a southern THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 15 climate ; l^ut Gertrude was the daughter of a German mother, and her young fancy had been nursed in all the wild legends and the alluring visions that belong to the children of the Rhine. Her imagination, more romantic than classic, yearned for the vineclad hills, and haunted forests, which are so fertile in their spells to those who have once drunk, even sparingly of the Literature of the North. Her desire strongly ex- pressed lier declared conviction, that if any change of scene could yet arrest the progress of her malady, it would be the shores of the river she had so longed to visit, prevailed with her physicians and her father, and they consented to that pilgrimage along the Rhine on which Gertrude, her father, and her lover were now bound. It was by the green curve of the banks which the lovers saw from the heights of Bruges, that our fairy travellers met. They were reclining on the waterside, playing at dominoes with eyebright and the black specks of the trefoil ; viz. Pipalee, Nip, Trip, and the lord treasurer (for that was all the party selected by the queen for her travelling corfege, and waiting for her majesty, who, being a curious little elf, had gone round the town to reconnoitre. " Bless me ! " said the lord treasurer ; " what a mad freak is this ! Crossing that immense pond of water ! And was there ever such bad grass as this ? One may see that the fairies thrive ill here." " You are always discontented, my lord," said Pipalee ; " but then you are somewhat too old to travel — at least, un- less you go in your nutshell and four." The lord treasurer did not like this remark, so he mut- tered a peevish pshaw, and took a pinch of honeysuckle dust to console himself for being forced to put up with so much frivolity. At this moment, ere the moon was yet at her middest height, Nymphalin joined her subjects. " i ha\'e just returned," said she, with a melancholy ex l^ression on her countenance, " from a scene that has almost renewed in me that sympathy with human beings which ot late years our race has wellnigh relinquished. " I hurried through the town without noticing much food for adventure. I paused for a moment on a fat citizen's pil- low, and bade him dream of love. He woke in a fright, and ran down to see that his cheeses were safe. I swept with a Hght wing over a politician's eyes, and straightway he dreamed of theatres and music. I caught an undertaker in his first 1 6 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. nap, and I left him whirled into a waltz. For what would be sleep if it did not contrast life ? Then I came to a soli- tary chamber, in which a girl, in her tenderest youth, knelt by the bedside in prayer, and I saw that the death-spirit had passed over her, and the blight was on the leaves of the rose. The room was still and hushed — the angel of Purity kept watch there. Her heart was full of love, and 3-et of holy thoughts, and I bade her dream of the long life denied her— of a happy home — of the kisses of her young lover — of eter- nal faith, and unwaning tenderness. Let her at least enjoy in dreams what Fate has refused to Truth ! — and passing from the room, I found her lover stretched in his cloak beside the door ; for he reads with a feverish and desperate prophesy the doom that waits her; and so loves he the very air she breathes, the very ground she treads, and when she has left his sight he creeps silently and unknown to her, to the near- est spot hallowed by her presence, anxious that while yet she is on earth not an hour, not a moment, should be wasted upon other thoughts than those that belong to her ; and feeling a security, a fearful joy, in lessening the distance that now only momentarily divides them. And that love seemed to me not as the love of the common world, and I stayed my wings and looked upon it as a thing that centuries might pass, and bring no parallel to, in its beauty and its melancholy truth. But I kept away the sleep from the lovers' eyes, for well I knew that sleep was a tyrant, that shortened the brief time of waking tenderness for the living, yet spared him ; and one sad, anxious thought of her was sweeter, in spite of its sor- row, than the brightest of fairy dreams. So I left him awake, and watching there through the long night, and felt that the children of earth have still something that unites them to the spirits of a finer race, so long as they retain amongst them the presence of real love ! " And oh ! Is there not a truth also in our fictions of the Unseen World. Are there not yet bright lingerers by the forest and the stream ? Do the moon and the soft stars look out on no delicate and winged forms bathing in their light ? Are the fairies and the invisible hosts but the children of our dreams ; and not their inspiration t Is that all a delusion which speaks from the golden page 1 And is the world only given to harsh and anxious travellers, that walk to and fro in pursuit of no gentle shadows ? Are the chimeras of the pas- sions the sole spirit of the Universe ? No ! while my remem- brance treasures in its deepest cell the image of one no more, THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. i; — one who was " not of the earth, earthy," — one in whom love was the essence of thoughts divine — one whose shape and mould, whose heart and genius, would, had Poesy never be- fore have dreamed it, have called forth the first notions of spirits, resembling mortals but not of them ; — no, Gertrude ! while I remember you, the faith, the trust in brighter shapes and fairer natures than the ♦.•orlcl knows of, comes clinging to my heart; and still will I think that Fairies might have watched over your sleep, and Spirits have ministered to your dreams. CHAPTER III. FEELINGS. Gertrude and her companions proceeded by slow, and, to her, delightful stages to Rotterdam. Trevylyan sat by her side, and her hand was ever in his ; and when her delicate frame became sensible of fatigue, her head drooped on his shoulder as its natural resting-place. Her father was a man who had lived long enough to have encountered many rever- ses of fortune, and they had left him, as I am apt to believe long adversity usually does leave its prey, somewhat chilled and somewhat hardened to affection ; passive and quiet of hope, resigned to the worst as to the common order of events, and expecting little from the best, as an unlooked-for incident in the regularity of human afflictions. He was insensible of his daughter's danger, for he was not one whom the fear of love endows with prophetic vision ; and he lived tranquilly in the present, without asking what new misfortune awaited him in the future. Yet he loved his child, his only child, with whatever of affection was left him by the many shocks his heart had received ; and in her approaching connection with one rich and noble as Trevylyan, he felt even something bor- dering upon pleasure. Lapped in the apathetic indifference of his nature, he leaned back in the carriage, enjoying the bright weather that attended their journey, and sensible — for he was one of fine and cultivated taste — of whatever beauties of nature or remains of art varied their course. A companion of this sort was the most agreeable that two persons never need 1 8 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. ing a third listener, could desire ; he left them undisturbed to the intoxication of their mutual presence ; he marked not the interchange of glances ; he listened not to the whisper, the low delicious whisper, with which the heart speaks its sympathy to heart. He broke not that charmed silence which falls over us when the thoughts are full, and words leave nothing to explain ; that repose of feeling ; that certainty that we are understood without the effort of w-ords, which makes the real luxury of intercourse and the true enchantment of travel. What a memory hours like these bequeath, after we have set- tled down into the calm occupations of common life ! — how beautiful, through the vista of years, seems that brief moon- light track upon the waters of our youth ! And Trevylyan's nature, which, as I have said before, was naturally hard and stern ; which was hot, irritable, ambitious, and prematurely tinctured with the policy and lessons of the world, seemed utterly changed by the peculiarities of his love ; every hour, every moment, was full of incident to him ; every look of Gertrude's was entered in the tablets of his heart, so that his love knew no Ian;; uor, it required no change ; he was absorbed in it — it was himself ! And he was soft and watchful as the step of a mother by the couch of her sick child ; the lion within him was tamed by indomitable love ; the sadness, the presentiment that was mixed with all his passion for (Gertrude, filled him too with that poetry of feeling which is the result of thoughts weighing upon us, and not to be expressed by ordinary language. In this part of their journey, as I find by the date, were the following lines written ; they are to be judged as the lines of one in whom emotion and truth were the only inspiration — I. " As leaves left darkling in the flusli of day, When glints the glad sun chequering o'er the tree. I see the green earth brightening in the ray, Which only casts a shadow upon nit ! II. ^Vhat arc the Ijcams, the flowers, the glory, all IJfc's glow and gloss — the music and the bloom, When every sun but speeds the Kletnal Pall, And Time is Death that dallies with the Tomb ? III. And yet — oh yet, so young, so pure 1 — the while Fresh laugh the rose-hues round youth's morning sky, THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 19 That voice — those eyes — the deep love of that smile, Are they not soul — all soul — and can they die ? IV. Are there the words, 'No More ' for thoughts like our* ? Must the bark sink upon so soft a wave ? Hath the short summer of thy life no flowers, But those which bloom above thine early grave ? V. O God ! and what is life, that I should live (Hath not the world enow of common clay ?) ^ And she — the Rose — whose life a soul could give To the void desert, sigh its sweets away. VI. And I that love thee thus, to whom the air, Blest by thy breath, makes heaven where'er it be, Watch thy cheek wane, and smile away despair — Lest it should dim one hour yet left to thee. VII. Still let me conquer self, — oh, still conceal By the smooth brow the snake tliat coils below ; Break, break my heart, it comforts yet to feel That she dreams on, unwaken'd by my woe 1 Vllt. Hush'd, where the Star's soft angel loves to keep Watch o'er their tide, the mourning waters roll ; So glides my spirit — darkness in the deep, But o'er the wave the presence of thy soul I " Gertrude had not as yet the presentiments that filled the soul of Trev}'lyan. She thought too little of herself to know her danger, and those hours to her were hours of unmingled sweetness. Sometimes, indeed, the exhaustion of her disease tinged her spirits with a vague sadness, an abstraction came over her, and a languor she vainly struggled against. These fits of dejection and gloom touched Trevylyan to the quick , his eye never ceased to watch them, nor his heart to soothe. Often when he marked them, he sought to attract her atten- tion from what he. fancied, though erringly, a sympathy with his own forebodings, and to lead her young and romantic imagin- ation through the temporary beguilements of fiction for 20 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE Gertrude was yet in the first bloom of youth, and all the dews of beautiful childhood sparkled freshly from the virgin bios soms of her mind. And Trevylvan, who had passed some of his early years among the students of Leipsic, and was deeply versed in the various world of legendary lore, ransacked his memory for such tales as seemed to him most likely to win her interest ; and often with false smiles entered into the playful tale, or oftener, with more faithful interest, into the graver legend of trials that warned of, yet beguiled them from their own. Of such tales I have selected but a few ; I know not that they are the least unworthy of repetition : they are those which many recollections induce me to repeat the most willingly. Gertrude loved these stories, for she had not yet lost, by the coldness of the world, one leaf from that soft and wild romance which belonged to her beautiful mind. And, more than all, she loved the sounds of a voice which every day became more and more musical to her ear. " Shall I tell you," said Trevylyan, one morning, as he observed her gloomier mood stealing over the face of Gertrude, " shall I tell you, ere yet we pass into the dull land of Holland, a story of Malines, whose spires we shall shortly see ? " Ger- trude's face brightened at once, and, as she leaned back in the carriage as it whirled rapidly along, and fixed her deep blue eyes on Trevvlyan, he began the following tale. CHAPTER IV. The Maid of Malines. Ii was noonday in the town of Malines, or Mechlin, as the English usually term it ; the Sabbath bell had summoned the inhabitants to divine worship ; and the crowd that had loitered round the church of St. Rembauld had gradually emptied itself within the spacious aisles of the sacred edifice. A young man was standing in the street, with his eyes bent on the ground, and apparently listening for some sound ; for, without raising his looks from the rude pavement, he turned to every corner of it with an intent and anxious ex- pression of countenance ; he held in one hand a staff, in the other a long slender cord, the end of which trailed on the THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. ji ground ; every now and then he called, with a plaintive voice, " Fido, Fido, come back ! Why hast thou deserted me ? " Fido returned not ; the dog, wearied of confinement, had slipped from the string, and was at play with his kind in a dis- tant quarter of the town, leaving the blind man to seek his way as he might to his solitary inn. By and by a light step passed through the street, and the young stranger's face brightened. " Pardon me," said he, turning to the spot where his quick ear had caught the sound, " and direct me, if you are not much pressed for a few moments' time, to the hotel Mortier d' Orr It was a young woman whose dress betokened that she belonged to the middling class of life, whom he thus addressed. " It is some distance hence, sir," said she ; "but if you con- tinue straight on for about a hundred yards, and then take the second turn to your right hand " " Alas ! " interrupted the stranger, with a melancholy smile, " your direction will avail me little ; my dog has de- serted me, and I am blind ! " There was something in these words and in the stranger's v^oice, which went irresistibly to the heart of the young woman. " Pray, forgive me," she said, almost with tears in her eyes, *' I did not perceive your — " misfortune, she was about to say but she checked herself with an instinctive delicacy. — " Lean upon me, I will conduct you to the door ; nay, sir," observing that he hesitated, " I have time enough to spare, I assure you." The stranger placed his hand on the young woman's arm, and though Lucille was naturally so bashful that even her mother would laughingly reproach her for the excess of a maiden virtue, she felt not the least pang of shame as she found herself thus suddenly walking through the streets of Malines, along with a young stranger, whose dress and air be- tokened him of rank superior to her own. " Your voice is very gentle," said he, after a pause ; " and that," he added, with a sigh, " is the only criteron by which I know the young and the beautiful ! " Lucille now blushed, and with a slight mixture of pain in the blush, for she knew well that to beauty she had no pretension. "Are you a native of this town ? " continued he. " Yes, sir ; my father holds a small office in the customs, and my mother and I eke out his salary by making lace. We are called poor, but we do not feel it sir." 22 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. " You are fortunate ; there is no wealth like the heart's wealth — content," answered the blind man, mournfully. " And, monsieur," said Lucille, feeling angry with herseli that she had awakened a natural envy in the stranger's mind, and anxious to change the subject — " and, monsieur, has he been long at Malines ? " " But yesterday. I am passing through the Low Coun tries on a tour; perhaps you smile at the tour of a blind man — but it is wearisome even to the blind to rest always in the same place. I thought during church-time, when the streets v/ere empt}^, that I might, by the help of my dog, enjoy safely at least the air, if not the sight of the town ; but there are some persons, methinks, m ho cannot have even a dog for a friend ! " The blind man spoke bitterly ; the desertion of his dog had touched him to the core. Lucille wiped her eyes. " And does monsieur travel then alone ? " said she ; and looking at his face more attentively than she had yet ventured to do, she saw that he was scarcely above two-and-twenty. " His fatlier, his mother,^'' she added, with an emphasis on the last word, " are they not with him." " I am an orphan ! " answered the stranger ; " and I have neither brother nor sister." The desolate condition of the blind man quite melted Lu- cille ; never had she been so strongly affected. She felt a strange flutter at the heart — a secret and earnest sympathy that attracted her at once towards him. She wished that Heaven had suffered her to be his sister. The contrast between the youth and the form of the stran- ger, and the affliction which took hope from the one, and ac- tivity from the other, increased the compassion he excited. His features were remarkably regular, and had a certain no- bleness in their outline ; and his frame was gracefully and fumly knit, though he moved cautiously and with no cheerful step. They had now passed into a narrow street leading towards the hotel, when they heard behind them the clatter of hoofs ; and Lucille, looking hastily back, saw that a troop of the Bel- gian horse was passing through the town. She drev,' her charge by the wall, and trembling with fear for him, she stationed herself by his side. The troop passed at a full trot through the street : and at the sound of their clanging arms, and the ringing hoofs of their heavy chargers, Lucille might have seen, had she looked at the blind man's THE PILGRIMS OF THE KHhVE. 23 face, that its sad features kindled with enthusiasm, and his head was raised proudly from its wonted and melancholy bend. " Thank Heaven ! " she said, as the troop had nearly passed them, " the danger is over ! " Not so. One of the last two soldiers who rode abreast, was unfortunately mounted on a young and unmanageable horse. The rider's oaths and digging spur only increased the fire and impatience of the charger ; it plunged from side to side of the narrow street. " Look to yourselves ! " cried the horseman, as he was borne on to the place where Lucille and the stranger stood against the wall. " Are ye mad ? — why do you not run ? " " For Heaven's sake — for mercy's sake, he is blind 1 " cried Lucille, clinging to the stranger's side. " Save yourself, my kind guide ! " said the stranger. But Lucille dreamed not of such desertion. The trooper wrested ihe horse's head from the spot where they stood : with a snort, as it felt the spur, the enraged animal lashed out with its hind legs ; and Lucille, unable to save both, threw herself before the blind man, and received the shock directed against him ; her slight and delicate arm fell broken by her side — the horseman was borne onward. " Thank God, you are saved ! " was poor Lucille's exclamation ; and she fell, over- come with pain and terror, into the arms which the stranger mechanically opened to receive her. " My guide ! my friend ! " cried he, " you are hurt, you 1) " No, sir," interrupted Lucille, faintingly, " I am better — I am well. This arm, if you please — we are nut far from your hotel now." But the stranger's ear, tutored to every inflection of voice, told him at once of the pain she suffered ; he drew from her by degrees the confession of the injury she had sustained ; but the generous girl did not tell him it had been incurred solely in his protection. He now insisted on reversing their duties, and accompanying her to her home ; and Lucille, al- most fainting with pain, and hardly able to move, was forced to consent. But a few steps down the next turning stood the humble mansion of her father. They reached it : and Lucille scarcely crossed the threshold, before she sank down, and for some minutes was insensible to pain. It was left to the stran- ger to explain, and to beseech them immediately to send for a surgeon, " the most skilful — the most practised in the town," 24 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. said he. " See, T am rich, and this is the least I can do to atone to your genei'ous daughter for not forsaking even a stranger in peril." He held out his purse as he spoke, but the father refused the offer ; and it saved the blind man some shame, that he could not see the blush of honest resentment with which so poor a species of remuneration was put aside. The young man stayed till the surgeon arrived, till the arm was set ; nor did he depart until he had obtained a prom- ise from the mother that he should learn the next morning how the sufferer had passed the night. The next morning, indeed, he had intended to quit a town that offers but little temptation to the traveller ; but he :arried day after day, until Lucille herself accompanied her mother, to assure him of her recovery. You know, or at least I do, dearest Gertrude, that there is such a thing as love at the first meeting — a secret, an un- accountable affinity between persons (strangers before), which draws them irresistibly together. As if there were truth in Plato's beautiful phantasy, that our souls were a portion of the stars, and that spirits, thus attracted to each other, have drawn their original light from the same orb, and yearn for a renewal of their former union. Yet, without recurring to such fanciful solutions of a daily mystery, it was but natural that one, in the forlorn and desolate condition of Eugene St. Amand, should have felt a certain tenderness for a person who had so generously suffered for his sake. The darkness to which he was condemned did not shut from his mind's eye the haunting image of ideal beauty ; rather, on the contrary, in his perpetual and unoccupied soli- tude, he fed the reveries of an imagination naturally warm, and a heart eager for sympathy and commune. He had said rightly that his only test of beauty was in the melody of voice ; and never had a softer or a more thrill- ing tone than that of the young maiden touched upon his ear. Her exclamation, so beautifully denying self, so devoted in ,ts charity — " Thank God, you are saved ! " uttered too in the moment of her own suffering, rang constantly upon his soul and he yielded, without precisely defining their nature, to vague and delicious sentiments, that his youth had nevei awakened to, till then. And Lucille — the very accident thai had happened to her on his behalf, only deepened the in- terest she had already conceived for one who, in the first flush of youth was thus cut off from the glad objects of life, THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 25 and left to a night of years desolate and alone. There is, to your beautiful and kindly sex, a natural inclination to protect. This makes them the angels of sickness, the comforters of age, the fosterers of childhood ; and this feeling, hi Lucilie peculiarly developed, had already inexpressibly linked her compassionate nature to the lot of the unfortunate traveller. With ardent affections, and with thoughts beyond her station and her years, she was not without that modest vanity which made her painfully susceptible to her own deficiencies in beauty. Instinctively conscious of how deeply she herself could'love, she believed it impossible that she could ever be so loved in return. This stranger, so superior in her eyes to all she had yet seen, was the first who had ever addressed her in that voice which by tones, not words, speaks that admiration most dear to a woman's heart. To him she was beautiful, and her lovely mind spoke out, undimmed by the imperfections of her face. Not, indeed, that Lucille was wholly without personal attraction ; her light step and grace- ful form were elastic with the freshness of youth, and hei mouth and smile had so gentle and tender an expression, that there were moments when it would not have been the blind only who would have mistaken her to be beautiful. Her early childhood had indeed given the promise of attractions, which the small-pox, that then fearful malady, had inexorably marred. It had not only seared the smooth skin and the brilliant hues, but utterly changed even the character of the features. It so happened that Lucille's family were cele- brated for beauty, and vain of that celebrity ; and so bitterly had her parents deplored the effects of the cruel malady, that poor Lucille had been early taught to consider them far more grievous than they really were, and to exaggerate the advantages of that beauty, the loss of which was considered by her parents so heavy a misfortune. Lucille, too, had a cousin named Julie, who was the wonder of all Malines for her per- sonal perfections ; and as the cousins were much together, the contrast was too striking not to occasion frequent morti- fication to Lucille. But everj^ misfortune has something oi a counterpoise ; and the consciousness of personal inferiority had meekened, without souring, her temper, had given gentle- ness to a spirit that otherwise might have been too high, and humility to a mind that was naturally strong, impassioned, and energetic. And yet Lucille had long conquered the one disadvantage she most dreaded, in the want of beauty. Lucille was never j6 the pilgrims of the RHINE. known but to be loved. Wherever came her presence, hei bright and soft mind diffused a certain inexpressible charm • and where she was not, a something wis absent from the scene which not even Julie's beauty could replace. " I propose," said St. Amand to Madame le Tisseur, Lucille's mother, as he sat in her little salon — for he had already contracted that acquaintance with the family which permitted him to be led to their house, to return the visits Madame le Tisseur had made him ; and his dog, oncemoie returned a penitent to his master, always conducted his steps to the humble abode, and stopped instinctively at the door — " I propose," said St. Amand, after a pause, and with some embarrassment, " to stay a little while longer at Malines ; the air agrees with me, and I like the quiet of the place ? but you are aware, madame, that at a hotel among strangers, I feel my situation somewhat cheerless. I have been thinking" — St. Amand paused again — " I have been thinking that if I could persuade some agreeable family to receive me as a lodger, I would fix myself here for some weeks. I am easily pleased." " Doubtless there are many in Malines who would be too happy to receive such a lodger." " Will you receive me ? " asked St. Amand, abruptly. " It was oi your family I thought," " Of us ? Monsieur is too flattering. But we have scarce- ly a room good enough for you." "What difference between one room and another can there be lo me ? That is the best apartment to my choice, in which the human voice sounds most kindly." The arrangement was made, and St. Amand came now to reside beneath the same roof as Lucille. And was she not happy that he wanted so constant an attendance ? was she not happy that she was ever of use ? St. Amand was passionate- ly fond of music ; he played himself with a skill that was only surpassed by the exquisite melody of his voice ; and was not Lucille happy when she sat mute and listening to such sounds as in Malines were never heard before ? Was she not happy in gazing on a face to whose melancholy aspect her voice instantly summoned the smile ? Was she not happy when the music ceased, and St, Amand called " Lucille ? " Did not her own name uttered by that voice seem to her even sweeter than the music ? Was she not happy when they walked out in the still evenings of summer, and her arm thrilled beneath the light touch of one to whom THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE 27 she was so necessary ? Was she not proud in her happiness, and was there not something like worship in the gratitude she felt to him, for raising her humble spirit to the luxury of feeling herself beloved ? St. Amand's parents were French. They had resided in the neighborhood of Amiens, where they had inherited a com petent property, to which he had succeeded about two years previous to the date of my story. He had been blind from the age of three years. " I know not," said he, as he related these particulars to Lucille one evening when they were alone ; " I know not what the earth may be like, or the heavens, or the rivers whose voice at least I can hear, for I have no recollection beyond that of a confused, but delicious blending of a thousand glorious colors — a bright and quick sense of joy — a visible music. But it is only since my childhood that I have mourned, as I now unceasingly mourn, for the light of day. My boyhood passed in a quiet cheerfulness ; the least trifle then could please and occupy the vacancies of my mind ; but it was as I took delight in being read to ; as I listened to the vivid descriptions of poetry ; as I glowed at the recital of great deeds ; as I was made acquainted by books with the energy, the action, the heat, the fervor, the pomp, the enthusiasm of life, that I gradually opened to the sense of all I was for ever denied. I felt that I existed, not lived ; and that, in the midst of the Universal Liberty, I was sentenced to a prison, from whose blank walls there was no escape. Still however, while my parents lived, I had something of consolation ; a1 least I was not alone. They died, and a sudden and dread solitude, a vast and empty dreariness, settled upon my dun- geon. One old servant only, who had attended me from my childhood, who had known me in my short privilege of light, by whose recollections my mind could grope back its way through the dark and narrow passages of memory to the fain* glimpses of the sun, was all that remained to me of human sympathies. It did not suffice, however, to content me with a home where my father's and my mother's kind voice were not. A restless impatience, an anxiety to move, possessed me, and I set out from my home, journeying whither I cared not, so that at least I could change an air that weighed upon me like a palpable burthen. I took only this old attendant as my companion ; he too died three months since at Brux- elles, worn out with years. Alas 1 I had forgotten that he was old, for I saw not his progress to decay ; and now, saye 28 THE PILGRIMS OP THE RHINE. my faithless dog, I was utterly alone, till I came hither and found thee.^^ Lucille stooped down to caress the dog ; she blessed the desertion that had led him to a friend who never could de- sert. But however much, and however gratefully, St. Amand loved Lucille, her power availed not to chase the melancholy from his brow, and to reconcile him to his forlorn condition, " All ! would that I could see thee ! Would that I could look upon a face that my heart vainly endeavors to delin- eate. " If thou couldst," sighed Lucille, " thou wouldst cease to love me." " Impossible ! " cried St. Amand, passionately. " How- ever the world may find thee, thou wouldst become my stan- dard of beauty ; and I should judge not of thee by others, but of others by thee." He loved to hear Lucille read to him, and mostly he loved the descriptions of war, of travel, of wild adventure, and yet they occasioned him the most pain. Often she paused from the page as she heard him sigh, and felt that she would even have renounced the bliss of being loved by him, if she could have restored to him that blessing, the de- sire for which haunted him as a spectre. Lucille's family were Catholic, and, like most in their station, they possessed the superstitions, as well as the de- votion of the faith. Sometimes they amused themselves, of an evening, by the various legends and imaginary miracles of their calendar ; and once, as they were thus conversing with two or three of their neighbors, "The Tomb of the Three Kings of Cologne " became the main topic of their wondering re- citals. However strong was the sense of Lucille, she was, as you will readily conceive, naturally influenced by the be- lief of those with whom she had been brought up from her cradle, and she listened to tale after tale of the miracles wrought at the consecrated tomb, as earnestly and undoubt- ingly as the rest. And the kings of the East were no ordinary saints ; to the relics of the Three Magi, who followed the Star of Bethlehem, and were the first potentates of the earth who adored its Saviour, well might the pious Catholic suppose that a peculiar power, and a healing sanctity, would belong. Each of the circle (St. Amand, who had been more than us- ually silent, and even gloomy during the day, had retired to THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 29 his own apartment, for there were some moments when, in the sadness of his thoughts, he sought that solitude which he so impatiently fled from at others) — each of the circle had some story^ to relate equally veracious and indisputable, of an infirmity cured, or a prayer accorded, or a sin atoned for at the foot of the holy tomb. One story peculiarly affected Lucille ; the narrator, a venerable old man with gray locks, •solemnly declared himself a witness of its truth. A woman at Anvers had given birth to a son, the off- spring of an illicit connection, who came into the world deaf and dumb. The unfortunate mother believed the calamity a punishment for her own sin. " Ah ! would," said she, " that the affliction had fallen only upon me ! Wretch that I am, my innocent child is punished for my offence ! " This idea haunted her night and day : she pined and could not be com- forted. As the child grew up, and wound himself more and more round her heart, his caresses added new pangs to her remorse ; and at length (continued the narrator) hearing per- petually of the holy fame of the Tpmb of Cologne, she re- solved upon a pilgrimage barefoot to the shrine. " God is merciful," said she, " and he who called Magdalene his sis- ter, may take the mother's curse from the child." She then went to' Cologne ; she poured her tears, and her prayers, at the sacred tomb. When she returned to her native town, what was her dismay as she approached her cottage to behold it a heap of ruins ! — its blackened rafters and yawning case- ments betokened the ravages of fire. The poor woman sank upon the ground utterly overpowered. Had her son per ished ? At that moment she heard the crj' of a child's voice, and, lo ! her child rushed to her arms, and called her " mother ! " Pie had beei. saved from the fire which had broken out seven days before but in the terror he had suffered, the string that tied his tongue had been loosened ; he had uttered articulate sounds of distress ; the curse was remove'd, and one word at least the kind neighbors had already taught him, to welcome his mother's return. What cared she now that her substance was gone, that her roof was ashes ? — she bowed in grateful submission to so mild a stroke ; her prayer had been heard, and the sin of the mother was visited no longer on the child. I have said, dear Gertrude, that this story made a deep mipression upon Lucille. A misfortune so nearly akin to that of St. Amand, removed by the prayer of another, filled JO THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. her with derated thoughts, and a beautiful hope. " Is not the tomb still standing ? " thought she. " Is not God still in heaven ? — He who heard the guilty, may He not hear the guiltless ? Is He not the God of love ? Are not the affec- tions the offerings that please Him best ? and what though the diild's mediator was his mother, can even a mother love her child more tenderly than I love Eugene ? But if, Lucille, thy prayer be granted, if he recover his sight, thy charm is gone, he will love thee no longer. No matter ! be it so — I shall at least have made him happy ! " Such were the thoughts that filled the mind of Lucille ; she cherished them till they settled into resolution, and she secretly vowed to perform her pilgrimage of love. She told neither St. Amand nor her parents of her intention ; she knew the obstacles such an announcement would create. Fortunately she had an aunt settled at Bruxelles, to whom she been accustomed, once in eveiy year, to pay a month's visit, and at that time she generally took with her the work of a twelvemonth's industry, which found a readier sale at Bruxelles than at Malines. Lucille and St. Amand were already betrothed ; their wedding was shortly to take place ; and the custom of the country leading parents, however poor, to nourish the honorable ambition of giving some dowry with their daughters, Lucille found it easy to hide the object of her departure, under the pretence of taking the lace to Brux- elles, which had been the year's labor of her mother and her- self — it would sell for sufficient, at least, to defray the prep- arations for the wedding. " Thou art ever right, child," said Madame le Tisseur ; " the richer St. Amand is, why the less oughtest thou to go a beggar to his house." In fact, the honest ambition of the good people was ex- cited ; their pride had been hurt by the envy of the town and the current congratulations on so advantageous a marriage ; and they employed themselves in counting up the fortune they should be able to give to their only child, and flattering their pardonable vanity with the notion that there would be no such great disproportion in the connection after all. They were right, but not in their own view of the estimate ; the wealth that Lucille brought was what fate could not lessen, — reverse could not reach, — the ungracious seasons could not blight its sweet harvest, — imprudence could not dissipate, fraud could not steal, one grain from its abundant coffers I. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 31 Like the purse in the Fairy Tale, its use was hourly, its treasure inexhaustible. St. Amand alone was not to be won to her departure ; he chafed at the notion of a dowry ; he was not appeased even by Lucille's representation, that it was only to gratify and not to impoverish her parents. " And thou, too, canst leave me ! " he said, in that plaintive voice which had made his first charm to Lucille's heart. " It is a double blind ness ! " " But for a few days ; a fortnight at most, dearest Eugene." " A fortnight ! you do not reckon time as the blind do," said St. Amand, bitterly. " But listen, listen, dear Eugene," said Lucille, weeping. The sound of her sobs restored him to a sense of his in- gratitude. Aks, he knew not how much he had to be grate- ful for. He held out his arms to her ; " Forgive me," said he. " Those who can see nature know not how terrible it is to be alone." " But my mother will not leave you." " She is not you ! " " And Julie," said Lucille, hesitatingly. '■' What is Julie to me ? " " Ah, you are the only one, save my parents, who could think of me in her presence." " And whv, Lucille ? " '■' Why ! She is more beautiful than a dream." " Say not so. Would I could see, that I might prove to the world how much more beautiful thou art ! There is no music in her voice." The evening before Lucille departed, she sat up late with St. Amand and her mother. They conversed on the future ; they made plans ; in the wide sterility of the world they laid out the garden of household love, and filled it with flowers, forgetful of the wind that scatters, and the frost that kills. And when, leaning on Lucille's arm, St. Amand sought his chamber, and they parted at his door, which closed upon her she fell down on her knees at the threshold, and poured out the fulness of her heart in a prayer for his safety, and the fulfilment of her timid hope. At daybreak she was consigned to the conveyance that performed the short journey from Malines to Bruxelles. When she entered the town, instead of seeking her aunt, she rested at an auberge in the suburbs, and confiding her little 32 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. basket of lace to the care of its hostess, she set out alone, and on foot, upon the errand of her heart's lovely supersti- tion. And erring though it was, her faith redeemed its weak- ness — her affection made it even sacred. And well may we believe, that the Eye which reads all secrets, scarce looked reprovingly on that fanaticism whose only infirmity was love. So fearful was she, lest, by rendering the task too easy, she might impair the effect, that she scarcely allowed herself rest or food. Sometimes, in the heat of noon, she wandered a little from the roadside, and under the spreading lime-trees surrendered her mind to its sweet and bitter thoughts ; but ever the restlessness of her enterprise urged her on, and faint, weary, and with bleeding feet, she started up and continued her way. At length she reached the ancient city, where a holier age has scarce worn from the habits and aspects of men the Roman trace. She prostrated herself at the tomb of the Magi ; she proffered her ardent but humble prayer to Him before whose Son those fleshless heads (yet to faith at least preserved) had, eighteen centuries ago, bowed in adora- tion. Twice every day, for a whole week, she sought the same spot, and poured forth the same prayer. The last day an old priest, who, hovering in the church, had, observed her constantly at devotion, with that fatherly interest which the better ministers of the Catholic sect (that sect which has covered the earth with the mansions of charity) feel for the unhappy, approached her as she was retiring with moist and downcast eyes, and saluting her, assumed the privilege of his order, to inquire if there was aught in which his advice or aid could serve. There was something in the venerable air of the old man which encouraged Lucille ; she opened her heart to him ; she told him all. The good priest was much moved by her simplicity and earnestness. He questioned her minutely as to the peculiar species of blindness with which St. Amand was afflicted ; and after musing a little while, he said, " Daughter, God is great and merciful ; we must trust in his power, but we must not forget that he mostly works by mortal agents. As you pass through Louvain in your way home, fail not to see there a certain physician, named Le Kain. He is celebrated through Flanders for the cures he has wrought among the blind, and his advice is sought by all classes from far and near. He lives hard by the Hotel de Ville, but any one will inform you of his resi- dence. Stay, my child, you shall take him a note from me ; he is a benevolent and kindly man, and you shall tell him THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE 33 exactly the same story (and with the same voice) you have told to me." So saying, the priest made Lucille accompany him to his home, and forcing her to refresh herself less sparingly than she had yet done since she had left Malines, he gave her his blessing, and a letter to Le Kain, which he rightly judged would ensure her a patient hearing from the physician. Well known among all men of j .ence was the name of the priest, and a word of recommenuation from him went farther, where virtue and wisdom were honored, than the longest letter from the haughtiest sieur in Flanders. With a patient and hopeful spirit, the young pilgrim turned her back on the Roman Cologne ; and now about to rejoin St. Amand, she felt neither the heat of the sun nor the weariness of the road. It was one day at noon that she again passed through Louvain, and she soon found herself by the noble edifice of the Hotel de Ville. Proud rose its spires against the sky, and the sun shone bright on its rich tracery and Gothic casements ; the broad open street was crowded with persons of all classes, and it was with some modest alarm that Lucille lowered her veil and mingled with the throng. It was easy, as the priest had said, to find the house of Le Kain ; she bade the servant take the priest's letter to his master, and she was not long kept waiting before she was admitted to the physician's presence. He was a spare, tall man, with a bald front, and a calm and friendly countenance. He was not less touched than the priest had been, by the manner in which she narrated her story, described the affliction of her betrothed, and the hope that had inspired the pilgrimage she had just made. " Well," he said encouragingly, " we must see our patient. You can bring him hither to me." " Ah, sir, I had hoped " Lucille stopped suddenly. " What, my young friend ? " " I'hat I might have had the triumph of bringing you to Malines. I know, sir, what you are about to say ; and I know, sir, your time must be very valuable ; but I am not sc poor as I seem, and Eugene, that is Monsieur St. Amand, is very rich, and, — and I have at Bruxelles, what I am sure is a large sum ; it was to have provided for the wedding, but it is most heartily at your service, sir." Le Kain smiled ; he was one of those men who love to read the human heart when its leaves are fair and undefiled ; and, in the benevolence of science, he would have gone a 34 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. longer journey than from Louvain to Malines to give sight to the blind, even had St. Amand been a beggar. " Well, well," said he ; but you forget that Monsieur St. Amand is not the only one in the world who wants me. I must look at my note-book, and see if I can be spared for a day or two." So saying, he glanced at his memoranda ; ever}'thing smiled on Lucille ; he had no engagements that his partner could not fulfil, for some days ; he consented to accompany Lucille to Malines. Meanwhile, cheerless and dull had passed the time to St. Amand ; he was perpetually asking Madame le Tisseur what hour it was ; it was almost his only question. There seemed to him no sun in the heavens, no freshness in the air — and he even forbore his favorite music ; the instrument had lost its sweetness since Lucille was not by to listen. It was natural that the gossips of Malines should feeV some envy at the marriage Lucille was about to make with one, whose competence report had exaggerated into prodigal wealth, whose birth had been elevated from the respectable to the noble, and whose handsome person was clothed by the interest excited by his misfortune, with the beauty of Antinous. Even that misfortune, which ought to have leveled all distinctions, was not sufficient to check the general envy; ]5erhaps to some of the damsels of Malines blindness in a husband would not have seemed an unwelcome infirmity ! But there was one in whom this envy rankled with a peculiar sting ; it was the beautiful, the all conquering Julie. That the humble, the neglected Lucille should be preferred to her ; that Lucille, whose existence was w^ell-nigh forgot beside Julie's, should become thus suddenly of importance ; that there should be one person in the world, and that person young, rich, handsome, to whom she was less than nothing, when weighed in the balance with Lucille, mortified to the quick a vanity that had never till then received a wound. " It is well," she would say with a bitter jest, " that Lucille's lover is blind. To be the one, it is necessary to be the other ! " During Lucille's absence she had been constantly in Madame le Tisseur's house ; indeed Lucille had prayed her to be so. She had sought, with an industry that astonished herself, to supply Lucille's place, and among the strange con- tradictions of human nature, she had learned during her THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 35 efforts to please, to love the object of those efforts — as much, at least, as she was capable of loving. She conceived a positive hatred to Lucille ; she persisted in imagining that nothing but the accident of first acquain- tance had deprived her of a conquest with which she per- suaded herself her happiness had become connected. Had St. Amand never loved Lucille and proposed to Julie, his misfortune would have made her reject him, despite his wealth and his youth ; but to be Lucille's lover, and a conquest to be won from Lucille, raised him instantly to an importance not his own. Safe, however, in his affliction,the arts and beauty of Julie fell harmless on the fidelity of St Amand. Nay, he jiked her less than ever, for it seemed an impertinence in any one to counterfeit the anxiety and watchfulness of Lucille. " It is time, surely it is time, Madame le Tisseur, that Lucille should return ! She might have sold all the lace in Malines by this time," said St. Amand, one day, peevishly. " Patience, my dear friend, patience ; perhaps she may return to-morrow." " To-morrow ! let me see, it is only six o'clock — only six, you are sure ? " "Just five, dear Eugene — shall I read to you? this is a new book from Paris ; it has made a great noise ; " said Julie. " You are very kind, but I will not trouble you." " It is anything but trouble." " In a word, then, I would rather not." " Oh ! that he could see," thought Julie ; " would I not punish him for this ! " " I hear carriage-wheels : who can be passing this way ? Surely it is the voiturier from Bruxelles," said St. Amand, starting up ; " it is his day — his hour, too. Nor, no, it is a lighter vehicle," and he sank down listlessly on his seat. Nearer and nearer rolled the wheels ; they turned the corner ; they stopped at the lowly door ; and, overcome, overjoyed, Lucille was clasped to the bosom of St. Amand. '• Stay," said she, blushing, as she recovered her self- f ossession, and turned to Le Kain ; " pray pardon me, sir. Dear Eugene, I have brought with me one who, by God's blessing, may yet restore you to sight." " We must not be sanguine, my child," said Le Kain ; " anything is belter than disappointment." To close this part of my story, dear Gertrude, Le Kain examined St. Amand. and the result of the examination wi'ork or in household matters, she left Julie a thousand opportunities to complete the power she had begun to wield over — no, not the heart ! — the senses of St. Amand ! Yet, still not suspecting, in the open generosity of her mind, the whole extent of her affliction, poor Lucille buoyed herself at times with the hope that, when 38 - THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. once married, when, once in that intimacy of friendship, the unsjDeakable love she felt for him could disclose itself with less restraint than at present — she should perhaps regain a heart which had been so devotedly hers, that she could not think that without a fault it was irrevocably gone : on that hope she anchored all the little happiness that remained to her. And still St. Amand pressed their marriage, but in what different tones ! In fact, he wished to preclude from himself the possibility of a deeper ingratitude than that which he had incurred already. He vainly thought that the broken reed of love might be bound up and strengthened by the ties of duty ; and at least he was anxious that his hand, his fortune, his esteem, his gratitude, should give to Lucille the only recompense it was now in his power to bestow. Meanwhile, left alone so often with Julie, and Julie bent on achieving the last triumph over his heart, St. Amand was gradually preparing a far different reward, a far different re- turn for her to whom he owed so incalculable a debt. There was a garden, behind the house, in which there was a small arbor, where often in the summer evenings Eugene and Lucille had sat together — hours never to return ! One day she heard from her own chamber, where she sat mourning, the sound of St. Amand's flute swelling gently from that be- loved and consecrated bower. She wept as she heard it, and the memories that the music bore, softening and endearing his image, she began to teproach herself that she had yielded so often to the impulse of her wounded feelings ; that chilled by his coldness, she had left him so often to himself, and had not sufficiently dared to tell him of that affection which, in her modest self-depreciation, constituted her only pretension to his love. " Perhaps he is alone now," she thought ; "the air too is one which he knows that I love : " and with her heart in her steps, she stole from the house and sought the arbor. She had scarce turned from her chamber when the flute ceased ; a she neared the arbor, she heard voices — Julie's voice in grief, St. Amand's in consolation. A dread foreboding seized her ; her feet clung rooted to the earth. " Yes, marry her — forget me," said Julie ; " in a few days you will be another's, and I, I — forgive me, Eugene, forgive me that I have disturbed your happiness, I am punished sufficiently — my heart will break, but it will break in loving you :" sobs choked Julie's voice. " Oh, speak not thus,"said St. Amand. "I, / only am to blame ; I, false to both, ungrateful. Oh, from the hour that THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 39 these eyes opened upon you, I drank in a new life ; the sun itself to me was less wonderful than your beauty. But — but — • let me forget that hour. What do I not owe to Lucille ? It shall be wretched-I shall deserve to be so ; for shall I not think Julie, that I have embittered your life with our ill-fated love ? But all that I can give — my hand — my home — my plighted faith — must be hers. Nay, Julie nay — why that look ? could I act otherwise ? can I dream otherwise ? Whatever the sac- rifice, must I not render it ? Ah, what do I owe to Lucille, were it only for the thought that but for her I might never have seen thee ! " Lucille stayed to hear no more ; with the same soft step as that which had borne her within hearing of these fatal words, she turned her back once more to her desolate cham- ber. That evening, as St. Amand was sitting alone in his apartment, he heard a gentle knock at the door. " Come in,' he ?aid ; and Lucille entered. He started in some confusion, and would have taken her hand, but she gently repulsed him. She took a seat opposite to him, and looking down, thus ad- dressed him : — " My dear Eugene, that is Monsieur St. Amand, I have something on my mmd that I think it better to speak at once ; and if I do not exactly express what I would wish to say, you must not be offended with Lucille : it is not an easy matter to put into words what one feels deeply." Coloring, and sus- pecting something of the truth, St. Amand would have bro- ken in upon her here ; but she, with a gentle impatience, mo- tioned him to be silent, and continued : — " You know that when you once loved me, I used to tell you that you would cease to do so, could you see how unde- serving I was of your attachment ! I did not deceive myself Eugene ; I always felt assured that such would be the case^ that your love for me necessarily rested on your affliction ; but for all that, I never at least had a dream, or a desire, but for your happiness ; and God knows, that if again, by walkmg barefooted, not to Cologne, but to Rome — to the end of the world, I could save you from a much less misfortune than that of blindness, I would cheerfully do it ; yes, even though I might foretell all the while that, on my return, you would speak to me coldly, think of me lightly, and that the penalty to me would — would be — what it has been ! " Here Lucille wiped a few natural tears from her eyes ; St. Amand, struck ^j THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. to the heart, covered his face with his hands without the courage to interrupt her. Lucille continued : — " That which I foresaw, has come to pass ; I am no longer to you what I once was, when you could clothe this poor form and this homely face with a beauty they dxl not possess ; you would wed me still, it is true ; but I am proud, Eugene, and cannot stoop to gratitude where I once had love. I am not so unjust as to blame you ; the change was natural, was inevitable. I should have steeled myself more against it ; but I am now resigned : we must part ; you love Julie — that too is natural — and she loves you : ah ! what also more in the probable course of events ? Julie loves you, not yet, perhaps, so much as I did, but then she has not known you as I have, and she whose whole life has been triumph, cannot feel the gratitude I felt at fancying myself loved ; but this will come — God grant it ! Farewell, then, for ever, dear Eugene ; I leave you when you no longer want me ; you are now independent of Lucille ; wherever you go, a thousand hereafter can supply my place ; — farewell ! " She rose, as she said this, to leave the room ; but St. Amand seizing her hand, which she in vain endeavored to withdraw from his clasp, poured forth incoherently, passion- ately, his reproaches on himself, his eloquent persuasions against her resolution. " I confess," said he, " that I have been allured for a moment ; I confess that Julie's beauty made me less sensible to your stronger,your holier, oh ! far. far holier title to my love ! But forgive me, dearest Lucille ; already I return to you, to all I once felt for you ; make me not curse the blessing of sight that I owe to you. You m.ust not leave me ; never can we two part ; try me, only try me, and if ever, hereafter, my heart wander from you, then, Lucille, leave me to my re- morse ! " Even at that moment Lucille did not yield : she felt that his prayer was but the enthusiasm of the hour ; she felt that there was a virtue in her pride ; that to leave him was a duty to herself. In vain he pleaded ; in vain were his embraces, his prayers ; in vain he reminded her of their plighted troth, of her aged parents, whose happiness had become wrapt in her union with him : " How, — even were it as you wrongly be- lieve, — how, in honor to them, can I desert you, can I wed another ? " "Trust that, trust all, to me," answered Lucille : "your honor shall be my care, none shall blame you : only do not THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 41 let your marriage with Julie be celebrated here before their eyes : that is all I ask, all they can expect. God bless you ! do not fancy I shall be unhappy, for whatever happiness the world gives you, shall I not have contributed to bestow it ? — and with that thought, I am above compassion." She glided from his arms, and left him to a solitude more bitter even than that of blindness ; that very night Lucille sought her mother; to her she confided all. I pass over the reasons she urged, the arguments she overcame ; she con- quered rather than convinced, and leaving to Madame le Tis- seur the painful task of breaking to her father her unalterable resolution, she quitted Mah'nes the next morning, and with a heart too honest to be utterly without comfort, paid that vish to her aunt which had been so long deferred. The pride of Lucille's parents prevented them from re- proaching St. Amand. He' could not bear, however, their cold and altered looks ; he left their house ; and though for several days he would not even see Julie, yet her beauty and her art gradually resumed their empire over him. They were married at Courtroi, and, to the joy of the vain Julie, departed to the gay metropolis of France. But, before their departure, before his marriage, St. Amand endeavored to appease his conscience by obtaining for Monsieur le Tisseur a much more lucrative and honorable office than that he now held. Rightly judging that Malines could no longer be a pleasant residence for them, and much less for Lucille, the duties of the post were to be fulfilled in another town ; and knowing that Mon- sieur le Tisseur's delicacy would revolt at receiving such a favor from his hands, he kept the nature of his negotiation a close secret, and suffered the honest citizen to believe that his own merits alone had entitled him to so unexpected a pro- motion. Time went on. This quiet and simple history of humble affections took its date in a stormy epoch of the world — the dawning Revolution of France. The family of Lucille had been little more than a year settled in their new residence, when Dumouriez led his army into the Netherlands. But how meanwhile, had that year passed for Lucille ? I have said that her spirit was naturally high ; that, though so tender, she was not weak ; her very pilgrimage to Cologne alone, and at the timid age of seventeen, proved that there was a strength in her nature no less than a devotion in her love, The sacrifice she had made brought its own reward. She believed St. Amand was happy, and she would not give was 42 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. to the selfishness of grief ; she had still duties to perform ; she could still comfort her parents and cheer their age ; she could still be all the world to them : she felt this, and was consoled. Only once during the year had she heard of Julie ; she had been seen by a mutual friend at Paris, gay, brilliant, courted, and admired ; of St. Amand she heard nothing. My tale, dear Gertrude, does not lead me through the harsh scenes of war. I do not tell you of the slaughter and the siege, and the blood that inundated those fair lands — the great battle-field of Europe. The people of the Netherlands in general were with the cause of Dumouriez ; but the town in which Le Tisseur dwelt offered some faint resistance to his arms. Le Tisseur himself, despite his age, girded on his sword ; the town was carried, and the fierce and licentious troops of the conqueror poured, flushed with their easy vic- tor}'-, through its streets. Le Tisseur's house was filled with drunken and rude troopers ; Lucille herself trembled in the fierce grip of one of those dissolute soldiers, more bandit than soldier, whom the subtle Dumouriez had united to his army, and by whose blood he so often saved that of his no- bler band. Her shrieks, her cries were vain, when suddenly the troopers gave way ; " the Captain ! brave Captain ! " was shouted forth ; the insolent soldier, felled by a powerful arm, sank senseless at the feet of Lucille ; and a glorious form, towering above its fellows — even through its glittering garb, even in that dreadful hour, remembered at a glance by Lucille, stood at her side ; her protector — her guardian ! Thus once more she beheld St. Amand ! The house was cleared in an instant — the door barred. Shouts, groans, wild snatches of exciting song, the clang of arms, the tramp of horses, the hurr}'ing footsteps, the deep music, sounded loud, and blended terribly without. Lucille heard them not ; she was on that breast which never sliould have deserted her. Effectually to protect his friends, St. Amand took up his quarters at their house ; and for two days he was once more under the same roof as Lucille. He never recurred volun- tarily to Julie ; he answered Lucille's timid inquiry after her health briefly, and with coldness ; but he spoke, with all the enthusiasm of a long-pent and ardent spirit, of the new pro- fession he had embraced. Glory seemed now to be his only mistress ; and the vivid delusion of the first bright dreams of the Revolution filled his mind, broke from his tongue, and THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 43 lighted up those dark eyes which Lucille had redeemed to- day. She saw him depart at the head of his troop ; she saw his proud crest glancing in the sun ; she saw his steed wind- ing through the narrow street ; she saw that his last glance reverted to her, where she stood at the door ; and, as he waved his adieu, she fancied that there was on his face that look of deep and grateful tenderness, which reminded her of the one bright epoch of her life. She was right. St. Amand had long since in bitterness repented of a tra»nsient infatuation, had long since distin- guished the true Florimel from the false, and felt that, in Julie, Lucille's wrongs were avenged. But in the hurry and heat of war he plunged that regret — the keenest of all — • which embodies the bitter words, " too late." Years passed away ; and, in the resumed tranquillity of Lucille's life, the brilliant apparition of St. Amand appeared as something dreamed of, not seen. The star of Napoleon had risen above the horizon ; the romance of his early career had commenced ; and the campaign of Egypt had been the herald of those brilliant and meteoric successes which flashed forth from the ^loom of the Revolution of France. You are aware, dear Gertrude, how many in the French as well as the English troops returned home from Egypt blinded with the ophthalmia of that arid soil. Some of the young men in Lucille's town, who had joined Napoleon's army, came back darkened by that fearful afifliction ; and Lucille's alms, and Lucille's aid, and Lucille's sweet voice, were ever at hand for those poor sufferers, whose common misfortune touched so thrilling a chord of her heart. Her father was now dead, and she had only her mother to cheer amidst the ills of age. As one evening they sat at work together, Madame le Tisseur said, after a pause — " I wish, dear Lucille, thou couldst be persuaded to many Justin ; he loves thee well ; and now that thou art yet young, and hast many years before thee, thou shouldst re- member that when I die thou wilt be alone." " Ah, cease, dearest mother, I never can marry now ; and as for love — once taught in the bitter school in which I have learned the knowledge of myself — I cannot be deceived again." " My Lucille, you do not know yourself : never was woman loved if Justin does not love you ; and never did lover feel with more real warmth how worthily he loved." 44 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. And this was true ; and not of Justin alone, for Lucille's modest virtues, her kindly temper, and a certain undulating and feminine grace, which accompanied all her movements, had secured her as many conquests as if she had been beau- tiful. ■ She had rejected all offers of marriage with a shud- der ; without even the throb of a flattered vanity. One memory, sadder, was also dearer to her than all things ; and something sacred in its recollections made her deem it even a crime to think of effacing the past by a new affection. " I believe," continued Madame le Tisseur, angrily, " that thou still thinkest fondly of him, from whom only in the world thou couldst have experienced ingratitude." " Nay, mother," said Lucille, with a blush and a slight sigh, " Eugene is married to another." While thus conversing, they heard a gentle and timid knock at the door — the latch was lifted. " This," said the rough voice of a commissionaire of the town, " this, monsieur, is the house of AIada?)ie le Tisseur and voild mademoiselle!^'' A tall figure, with a shade over his eyes, and wrapped in a long military cloak, stood in the room. A thrill shot acros? Lucille's heart. He stretched out his arms. " Lucille,' said that melancholy voice, which had made the music of her first youth, — " where art thou, Lucille ! Alas ! she does not recognize St. Amand." Thus it was, indeed. By a singular fatality, the burning suns and the sharp dust of the plains of Egypt had smitten the young soldier, in the flush of his career, with a second — ■ and this time with an irremediable — blindness ! He had re- turned to France to find his heart lonely : Julie was no more — a sudden fever had cut her off in the midst of youth ; and he had sought his way to Lucille's house, to see if one hope yet remained to him in the world ! And when, days afterwards, humbly and sadly he re-urged a fonner suit, did Lucille shut her heart to its prayer ? Did her pride remember its wound — did she revert to his deser- tion — did she reply to the whisper of her yearning love, '■'■ Thou hast been before forsaken !^^ That voice, and those darkened eyes, pleaded to her with a pathos not to be re- sisted. " I am once more necessarj^ to him," was all her thought. " If I reject him, who will tend him ? " In that thought was the motive of her conduct ; in that thought gushed back upon her soul all the springs of checked, but unconquered, unconquerable love ! In that thought, she HE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 45 Stood beside him at the altar, and pledged, with a yet hoher devotion than she might have felt of yore, the vow of her imperishable truth. And Lucille found, in the future, a reward which the com- mon world could never comprehend. With his blindness re- turned all the feelings she had first awakened in St. Amand's solitary heart ; again he yearned for her step — again he missed even a moment's absence from his side — again her voice chased the shadow from his brow — and in her presence was a sense of shelter and of sunshine. He no longer sighed for the blessing he had lost ; he reconciled himself to fate, and entered into that serenity of mood which mostly charac- terizes the blind. Perhaps after we have seen the actual world, and experienced its hollow pleasures, we can resign ourselves the better to its exclusion ; and as the cloister, which repels the ardor of our hope, is sweet to our remem- brance, so the darkness loses its terror, when experience has wearied us with the glare and travail of the day. It was something, too, as they advanced in life, to feel the chains that bound him to Lucille strengthening daily, and to cherish in his overflowing heart the sweetness of increasing grati- nide ; it was something that he could not see years wrinkle that open brow, or dim the tenderness of that touching smile ; it was something that to him she was beyond the reach of time, and preserved to the verge of a grave (which received them both within a few days of each other) in all the bloom of her unwithering affection — in all the freshness of a heart that never could grow old ! Gertrude, who had broken in upon Trevelvan's story by a thousand anxious interruptions, and a thousand pretty apol- ogies for interrupting, was charmed with a tale in which true love was made happy at last, although she did not forgive St. Amand his ingratitude, and although she declared, with a critical shake of the head, that " it was very unnatural that the mere beauty of Julie, or the mere want of it in Lucille, should have produced such an effect upon him, if he had ever really loved Lucille in his blindness." As they passed through Malines, the town assumed an interest in Gertrude's eyes, to which it scarcely of itself was entitled. She looked wistfully at the broad market-place, at a corner of which was one of those out-of-door groups of quiet and noiseless revellers, which Dutch art has raised from the Familiar to the Picturesque; and then, glancing to 46 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. the tower of St. Rembauld, she fancied, amidst the silence ^/w," replied the spirit, simply. The divine nature of the angel was touched ; for love is the nature of the sons of heaven. " And how," said he, " can I minister to thy sorrow? !' A transport seemed to agitate the spirit, and she lifted up her mist-like and impalpable arms, and cried, — " Give me — oh, give me to return to earth, but for one little hour, that I may visit my Adenheim"; and that, conceal- ing from him my present sufferings, I may comfort him in his own." " Alas ! " said the angel, turning away his eyes — for angels may not weep in the sight of others — " I could, indeed, grant 68 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. thee this boon, but thou knowest not the penalty. For the souls in Purgatory may return to Earth, but heavy is the sen- tence that awaits their return. In a word, for one hour on earth, thou must add a thousand years to the tortures of thy confinement here !" " Is that all ? " cried the spirit ; " willingly then will I brave the doom. Ah, surely they love not in heaven, or thou wouldst know, O Celestial Visitant, that one hour of conso- lation to the one we love is worth a thousand ages of torture to ourselves ! Let me comfort and convince my Adenheim ; no matter what becomes of me." Then the angel looked on high, and he saw in far-distant re- gions, which in that orb none else could discern, the rays that parted from the all-guarding Eye ; and heard the Voice of the Eternal One bidding him act as his pity whispered. He looked on the spirit, and her shadowy arms stretched pleadingly towards him ; he uttered the word that loosened the bars of the gate of Purgatory ; and lo, the spirit had re- entered the human world. It was night in the halls of the Lord of Adenheim, and he sat at the head of his glittering board ; loud and long was the laugh, and merry the jest that echoed round ; and the laugh and the jest of the Lord of Adenheim were louder and merrier than all. And by his right side sat a beautiful lady ; and ever and anon he turned from others to whisper soft vows in her ear. "And oh," said the bright dame of Falkenberg, "thy words what ladye can believe ? — Didst thou not utter the same oaths, and promise the same love, to Ida, the fair daughter of Loden ; and now but three little months have closed over her grave ? " "By my halidom," quoth the young Lord of Adenheim, " thou dost thy beauty marvellous injustice. Ida ! Nay, thou mockest me ; / love the daughter of Loden ? why, how then should I be worthy of thee.'' A few gay words, a few passing smiles — behold all the love Adenheim ever bore to Ida. Was it my fault if the poor fool misconstrued such common cour- tesy ? Nay, dearest lady, this heart is virgin to thee." " And what ! " said the Lady of Falkenberg, as she suf fered the arm of Adenheim to encircle her slender waist, "didst thou not grieve for her loss.-" " " Why, verily, yes, for the first week ; but in thy bright eyes I found ready consolation." At this moment the Lord of Adenheim thought he heard THE PILGRIMS OF THE KHIXE. 69 a deep sigh behind him ■ he turned, but saw nothing, save a slight mist that gradually faded away, and vanished in tlie distance. Where was the necessitv for Ida to reveal herselt: ? ****** ****** " And thou didst not, then, do thine errand to thy lover ! " said Seralim, as the spirit of the wronged Ida returned to Purgatory. " Bid the demons recommence their torture," was poor Ida's answer. " And was it for this that thou added a thousand years to thy doom ? " " Alas ! " answered Ida, " after the single hour I have endured on earth, there seems to be but little terrible in a thousand fresh years of Purgatory."* " What ! is the story ended ? " asked Gertrude. " Yes." " Nay, surely a thousand years were not added to poor Ida's doom ; and Seralim bore her back with him to Heaven ! " " The legend saith no more. The writer was contented to show us the perpetuity of woman's love ; — "And its reward," added Vane. " It was not /who drew that last conclusion, Albeit," whispered Gertrude. CHAPTER IX. The scenery of the Rhine analogous to the German literary genius. — The Drachcnfels. On leaving Cologne, the stream winds round among banks that do not yet fufil the promise of the Rhine ; but they increase in interest as you leave Surdt and Godorf. The peculiar character of the river does not, however, really ap- pear, until by degrees the Seven Mountains, and "The *This story is principally borrowed from a foreign soil. It seemed to the author worthy of being transferred to an English one, although he fears that much of its singular beauty in the original has been lust by the 'A'ay 70 THE riLGRIMS OF THE KIIIN'E. Castled Crag of Drachenfels " above tliem all, break upon the eye. Around Neider Cassel and Rheidt, the vuTes lie thick and clustering ; and, by the shore, you see from place to place the islands stretching their green length along, and breaking the exulting tide. Village rises upon village, and viewed from the distance as you sail, the pastoral errors that enamoured us of the village life, crowd thick and fast upon us. So still do these hamlets seem, so sheltered from the passions of the world ; as if the passions were not like winds — only felt where they breathe, and invisible save by their effects ! Leaping into the broad bosom of the Rhine come many a stream and rivulet upon either side. Spire upon spire rises and sinks as you sail on. Mountain and city — *Jie solitary island — the castled steep — like the dreams of ambinon, suddenly appear, proudly swell, and dimly fade away. "You begin now," said Trevylyan "to understand the character of the German literature. The Rhine is an em- blem of its luxuriance, its fertility, its romance. The best commentary to the German genius is a visit to the German scenery. The mighty gloom of the Hartz, the feudal towers that look over vines and deep valleys on the legendary Rhine ; the gigantic remains of antique power, profusely scattered over plain, mount, and forest ; the thousand mixed recoUect- tions that hallow the ground ; the stately Roman, the stalwart Goth, the chivalry of the feudal age, and the dim brother- hood of the ideal world, have here alike their record and their remembrance. And over such scenes wanders the young German student. Instead of the pomp and luxury of the English traveller, the thousand devices to cheat the way. he has but his volume in his hand, his knapsack at his back. Trcm such scenes he diaws and hives all that various store which after years ripen to invention. Hence the liorid mix- ture of the German muse — the classic, the romantic, the con- templative, the philosophic, and the superstitious. Each the result of actual meditation over different scenes. Each the product of separate but confused recollections. As the Rhine Hows, so flows the national genius, by mountain and valley — the wildest solitude — the sudden spires of ancient cities — (he mouldered castle — the stately monastery — the humble cot. Grandeur and homeliness, history and superstition, iTuth and fable, succeeding one another so as to blend into a whole. " But," added Trevylyan a moment afterwards, " the Ideal THE PILGRIMS OF THE KIIIXE. 71 is passing slowly away from the German mind, a spirit foi the more active and the more material literature is springing up amongst them. The revolution of mind gathers on, pre- ceding stormy events ; and the memories that led their grandsires to contemplate, will urge the youth of the next generation to dare and to act." * Thus conversing, they continued their voyage, with a fait wave and beneath a lucid sky. The vessel now glided beside the Seven Mountains and the Drachenfels. The sun slowly setting cast his yellow beams over the smooth waters. At the foot of the mountains lay a village' deeply sequestered in shade ; and above, the Ruin of the Dra- chenfels caught the richest beams of the sun. Yet thus alone, though lofty, the ray cheered not the gloom that hung over the giant rock ; it stood on high, like some great name on which the light of glory may shine, but which it associated with a certain melancholy, from the solitude to which its very height above the level of the herd condemned its owner ! CHAPTER X. The Legend of Roland. — The Adventures of Nymphalin on the Island of Nonnewerth. — Her Song. — The decay of the Fairy-faith in England. On the shore opposite the Dranchenfels stand the Ruins of Rolandseck, — they are the shattered crown of a lofty, and perpendicular mountain, consecrated to the memory of the brave Roland ; below, the trees of an island to which the lady of Roland retired rise thick and verdant from the smooth tide. Nothing can exceed the eloquent and wild grandeur of the whole scene. That spot is the pride and beauty of the Rhine. The legend that consecrates the tower and the island is briefly told ; it belongs to a class so common to the Romaunts of Germany. Roland goes to the wars. A false report of his death reaches his betrothed. She retires to the convent in the isle of Nonnewerth, and takes the irrevocable veil » Is not this prediction already fulfilled ? — 1849. 72 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. Roland returns home, flushed with glory and hope to find that the very fidelity of his affianced had placed an eternal barrier between them. He built the castle that bears his name, and which overlooks the monastery, and dwelt there till his death : happy in the power at least to gaze, even to the last, upon those walls which held the treasure he had lost. The willows droop in mournful luxuriance along the island, and harmonize with the memory that, through the desert of a thousand years, love still keeps green and fresh. Nor hath it permitted even those additions of fiction which, like mosses, gather by time over the truth that they adorn, yet adornino conceal, to mar the simple tenderness of the legend. All was still in the island of Nonnewerth ; the lights shone through the trees from the house that contained our travellers. On one smooth spot where the islet shelves into the Rhine, met the wandering fairies. " Oh, Pipalee ! how beautiful ! " cried Nymphalin, as she stood enraptured by the wave ; a star-beam shining on her, with her yellow hair " dancing its ringlets in the whistling wind." " For the first time since our departure I do not miss the green fields of England." " Hist ! " said Pipalee under her breath ; " I hear fairy steps — they must be the steps of strangers." " Let us retreat into this thicket of weeds," said Nym- phalin, somewhat alarmed ; " the good lord treasurer is al- ready asleep there." They whisked into what to them was a forest, for the reeds were two feet high, and there, sure enough, they found the lord treasurer stretched beneath a bulrush, with his pipe beside him : for since he had been in Germany he had taken to smoking : and indeed wild thyme, properly dried, makes very good tobacco for a fairy. They also found Nip and Trip sitting very close together. Nip playing with her hair, which was exceedingly beautiful. " What do you do here ? " said Pipalee, shortly ; for she was rather an old maid, and did not like fairies to be too close to each other. " Watching my lord's slumber," said Nip. " Pshaw ! " said Pipalee. " Nay," quoth Trip, blushing like a sea-shell ; " there is no harm in that., I'm sure." " Hush ! " said the queen, peeping through the reeds. And now forth from the green bosom of the earth came a tiny train ; slowly, two by two, hand in hand, they swept from a small aperture, shadowed with fragrant herbs, and formed THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 73 themselves into a ring : then came other fairies, laden with dainties, and presently two beautiful white mushroows sprang up, on which their viands were placed, and lo, there was a banquet ! Oh, how merry they were ! what gentle peals of laughter, loud as a virgin's sigh ! what jests, what songs ! Happy race ! if mortals could see you as often as I do, in the soft nights of summer, they would never be at a loss for entertainment. But as our English fairies looked on, they saw that these foreign elves were of a different race from themselves ; they were taller and less handsome, their hair was darker, they wore mustaches, and had something of a fiercer air. Poor Nymphalin was a little frightened ; but presently soft music was heard floating along, something like the sound we suddenly hear of a still night, when a light breeze steals through rushes, or w^akes a ripple in some shallow brook dancing over pebbles. And lo ! from the aperture of the earth came forth a fay, superbly dressed, and of a noble presence. The queen started back, Pipalee rubbed her eyes. Trip looked over Pipalee's shoulder, and Nip, pinching her arm, cried out amazed, " By the last new star, that is Prince von Fayzenheim ! " Poor Nymphalin gazed again, and her little heart beat under her bees'-wing bodice as if it would break. The prince had a melancholy air, and he sat apart from the ban- quet, gazing abstractly on the Rhine. " Ah ! " whispered Nymphalin to herself, " does he think of me ? " Presently the prince drew forth a little flute, hollowed from a small reed, and began to play a mournful air, Nymph- alin listened with delight ; it was one he had learned in her dominions. When the air was over, the prince rose, and, approaching the banqueters, despatched them on different errands ; one to visit the dwarf of the Drachenfels, another to look after the grave of Musa^us, and a whole detachment to puzzle the students of Heidelberg. A few launched themselves up- on willow leaves on the Rhine, to cruise about in the star- light, and another band set out a-hunting after the gray- legged moth. The prince was left alone ; and now Nymph- alin, seeing the coast clear, wrapped herself up in a cloak made out of a withered leaf ; — and only letting her eyes glow out from the hood, she glided from the reeds, and the prince, turning round, saw a dark fairy figure by his side. He drew y4 THE riLGRIMS OF THE RIIINR. back, a little startled, and placed his hand on his sword, when Nymphalin circling round him, sang the following words : — THE FAIRY'S REPROACH. By the glowworm's lamp in the dewy brake ; ]5y the gossamer's airy net ; By the shifting skin of the faithless snake ; Oh, teach me to forget : For none, ah none, Can teach so well that human spell As Thou, false one ! H. By the fairy dance on the greensward smooth; By the winds of the gentle west ; By the loving stars, when their soft looks sooths The waves on their mother's breast; Teach me thy lore ! By which, like withered flowers, The lea\es of buried Hours Blossom no more III. By the tent in the violet's bell; By the may on the scented bough , By the lone green isle where my sisters dwell ; And thine own forgotten vow ; Teach me to live. Nor feed on thoughts that pine For love so false as thine 1 Teach me thy lore. And one thou lov'st no more Will bless thee and forgive ! " Surely," said Fayzenheim, faltering, " surely I know that voice ! " And Nymphalin's cloak' dropped off her shoulder. " My English fairy ! " and Fayzenheim knelt beside her. I wish you had seen the fay kneel, for you Avould have sworn it was so like a human lo\'er, that you would never have sneered at love afterwards. Love is so fair}-like a part of us, that even a fairy cannot make it differently from us — that is to say, when we love truly. There was great joy in the island that night among the elves. They conducted Nymphalin to their palace within THE riLGRIMS OF THE KFTINE. 75 the earth, and feasted her sumptuously ; and Nip told then adventures with so much spirit, that he enchanted the merry foreigners. Ikit Fayzenheim talked apart to Nymphalin, and told her how he was lord of that island, and how he had been obliged to return to his dominions by the law of his tribe, which allowed him to be absent only a certain time in every year ; " But, my queen, I always intended to revisit thee next spring." " Thou needest not have left us so abruptly," said Nym- phalin, blushing. "But do i/iou never leave me!" said the ardent fair}-; " be mine, and let our nuptials be celebrated on these shores. Wouldst thou sigh for thy green island 1 No ! for t/tere the fairy altars are deserted, the faith is gone from the land ; thou art among Che last of an unhonored and expiring race. Thy mortal poets are dumb, and Fancy, which was thy priestess, sleeps hushed in her last repose. New and hard creeds have succeeded to the fairy lore. Who steals through the starlit boughs on the nights of June to watch the roundels of thy tribe ? The wheels of commerce, the din of trade, have silenced to mortal ear the music of thy subjects' harps 1 And the noisy habitations of men, harsher than their dreaming sires, are gathering round the dell and vale where thy co- mates linger ; — a few years, and where will be the green soli- tudes of England ? " The queen sighed, and the prince, perceiving that he was listened to, continued : — " Who, in thy native shores, among the children of men, now claim the fairy's care ? What cradle wouldst thou tend "i On what maid wouldst thou shower thy rosy gifts ? What bard wouldst thou haunt in his dreams ? Poesy is fled the island, why shouldst thou linger behind ? Time hath brought dull customs, that laugh at thy gentle being. Puck is buried in the harebell ; he has left no offspring, and none mourn for his loss ; for night, which is the fairy season, is busy and garish as the day. What hearth is desolate after the curfew ? What house bathed in stillness at the hour in which thy revels commence ? Thine empire among men has passed from thee, and thy race are vanishing from the crowded soil. For, despite our diviner nature, our existence is linked with man's. Their neglect is our disease, their for- getfulness our death. Leave, then, those dull, yet troubled scenes, that are closing round the fairy rings of thy native isle. These, mountains, this herbage, these gliding waves 76 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. these mouldering ruins, these starred rivulets, be they, O beautiful fairy, thy new domain. Yet in these lands our wor ship lingers ; still can we fill the thought of the young bard, and mingle with his yearnings after the Beautiful, the Un- seen, Hither come the pilgrims of the world, anxious only to gather from these scenes the legends of Us ; ages will pass away ere the Rhine shall be desecrated of our haunting presence. Come, then, my queen, let this palace be thine own, and the moon that glances over the shattered towers of the Dragon Rock witness our nuptials and our vows ! " In such words the fairy prince courted the young queen, and while she sighed at their truth, she yielded to their charm. Oh ! still may there be one spot on the earth where the fairy feet may press the legendary soil — still be there one land where the faith of the Bright Invisible hallows and in- spires ! Still glide thou, O majestic and solemn Rhine, among shades and valleys, from which the wisdom of belief can call the creations of the younger world ! CHAPTER XI. Wherein the reader is made spectator, with the English Fairies, of the Scenes and Beings that are beneath the Earth. During the heat of next day's noon, Fayzenheim took the English visitors through the cool caverns that wind amidst the mountains of the Rhine. There a thousand wonders awaited the eyes of the fairy queen. I speak not of the Gothic arch and aisle into which the hollow earth forms it- self, or the stream that rushes with a mighty voice through the dark chasm, or the silver columns that shoot aloft, worked by the gnomes from the mines of the mountains of Taunus ; but of the strange inhabitants that from time to time they came upon. They found in one solitary cell, lined with dry moss, two misshapen elves, of a larger size than common, with a plebeian working-day aspect, who were chat- ting noisily together, and making a pair of boots : these were the Hausmannen or domestic elves, that dance into trades- men's houses of a night, and play all sorts of undignified tricks. They were very civil to the queen, for they are good- THE PILGRIMS OF THE PHINE. j-j natured creatures on the whole, and once had many relations in Scotland. I'hey then, followhig the course of a noisy rivulet, came to a hole, from which the sharp head of a fox peeped out. The queen was frightened, " Oh, come on," said the fox, encouragingly, " I am one of the fairy race, and many are the gambols we of the brute-elves play in the Ger- man world of romance." " Indeed, Mr, Fox," said the piince, " you only speak the truth ; and how is Mr. Bruin ? " " Quite well, my prince, but tired of his seclusion ; for in- deed our race can do little or nothing now in the world, and lie here, in our old age, telling stories of the past, and re- calling the exploits we did in our youth, which, madam, you may see in all the fairy histories in the prince's library." " Your own love adventures, for instance, Master Fox," said the prince. The fox snarled angrily, and drew in his head. " You have displeased your friend," said Nymphalin, " Yes — he likes no allusions to the amorous follies of his youth. Did you ever hear of his rivalry with the dog for the cat's good graces .-" " " No — that must be very amusing." " Well, my queen, when we rest by and by, I will relate to you the history of the fox's wooing." The next place they came to was a vast Runic cavern, covered with dark inscriptions of a forgotten tongue ; and, sitting on a huge stone, they found a chvarf with long yellow hair, his head leaning on his breast, and absorbed in medita- tion. " This is a spirit of a wise and powerful race," whispered Fayzenheim, " that has often battled with the fairies ; but he is of the kindly tribe." Then the dwarf lifted his head with a mournful air, and gazed upon the bright shapes before him, lighted by the pine- torches that the prince's attendants carried. " And what dost thou muse upon ? O descendant of the race of Laurin ! " said the prince. " Upon Time," answered the dwarf, gloomily, " I see a River, and its waves are black, flowing from the clouds, and none knoweth its source. It rolls deeply on, aye and ever- more, through a green valley, which it slowly swallows up, washing away tower and town, and vanquishing all things; and the name of the River is Time," Then the dwarf's head sank on his bosom, and he spoke no more. ^8 'J IJE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. The fairies proceeded : — " Above us," said the prince, " rises one of the loftiest mountains of the Rhine ; for mountains are the dwarf's home. When the Great Spirit of all made earth, he saw that the hollows of the rocks and hills were tenantless, and yet that a mighty kingdom and great palaces were hid within them ; a dread an-d dark soli- tude ; "but lighted at times from the starry eyes of many jewels ; and there was the treasure of the human world— gold and silver — and great heaps of gems, and a soil of metals. So God made a race for this vast empire, and gifted them with the power of thought and the soul of ex- ceeding wisdom ; so that they want not the merriment and enterprise of the outer world : but musing in these^ dark caves is their delight. Their existence rolls away in the luxury of thought ; only from time to time they appear in the world, and betoken woe or weal to men ; according to their nature — for they are divided into two tribes, the benevolent and the wrathful." While the prince spoke, they saw glar- ing upon them, from a ledge in the upper rock, a grisly face with a long matted beard. The prince gathered himself up, and frowned at the evil dwarf, for such it was ; but with a wild laugh the face abruptly disappeared, and the echo of the laugh rang with a ghastly sound through the long hol- lows of the earth. The queen clung to Fayzenheim's arm. Fear not, my queen," said he ; " the evil race have no power over our light and aerial nature ; with men only they war ; and he whom we have seen was, in the old ages of the world, one of the deadliest visitors to mankind." But now they came winding by a passage to a beautiful re- cess in the mountain empire ; it was of a circular shape of amazing height ; in the midst of it played a natural fountain of sparkling waters, and around it were columns of massive granite, rising in countless vistas, till lost in the distant shade. Jewels were scattered round, and brightly played the fairy torches on the gem, the fountain, and the pale silver, that gleamed at frequent intervals from the rocks. " Here let us rest," said the gallant fairy, clapping his hands—" what, ho ! music and the feast ! " So the feast was spread by the fountain's side ; and tlifi courtiers scattered rose-leaves', which they had brought with - them, for the prince and his \-isitor ; and amidst the dark kingdom of the dwarfs broke the delicate sound of fairy lutes. " We have not those evil beings in England," said the auecn. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 'j^ as low as she could speak ; " they rouse my fear, but my in- terest also. Tell me, clear prince, ot what nature was the in- tercourse of the evil dwarf with man ? " " You know," answered the prince, " that to every species of living thing there is something in common ; the vast chain of sympathy runs through all creation. By that which they have in common with the beast of the field or the bird of the air, men govern the inferior tribes ; they appeal to the common passions of fear and emulation when they tame the wild steed ; to the common desire of greed and gain when they snare the fishes of the stream, or allure the wolves to the pitfall by the bleating of the lamb. In their turn, in the older ages of the world, it was by the passions which men had in common with the demon race, that the fiends com manded or allured them. The dwarf whom you saw, being of that race which is characterized by the ambition of power and the desire of hoarding, appealed then in liis intercourse with men to the same characteristics in their own bosoms ; to ambition or to avarice. And thus were his victims made ! But, not now, dearest Nymphalin," continued the prince, with a more lively air — " not now will we speak of those gloomy beings. Ho, there ! cease the music, and come hither all of ye — to listen to a faithful and homely history of the Dog, the Cat, the Griffin, and the Fox." CHAPTER XH. The Wooincr of Master Fox.* You are aware, my dear Nymphalin, that in the time of which I am about to speak there was no particular enmity between the various species of brutes ; the dog and the hare * In the excursions of the fairies, it is the object of the author to bring before the rea-tier a rapid phantasmagoria of the various beings that belong to the German superstitions, so that the work may tlius de- scril^e the outer and the inner world of the land of the Rhine. The tale of the Fox's Wooing has been composed to give the English reader an idea of a species of novel not naturalized amongst us, though frequent among the legends of our Irish neighbors ; in which the brutes are the only characters drawn — drawn too, with shades of distinction as nice and subtle as if they were the creatures of a civilized world. So THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. chatted very agreeably together, and all the world knows that the wolf, unacquainted with mutton, had a particular affection for the lamb. In these happy days, two most respectable cats, of very old family, had an only daughter ; never wa? kitten more amiable or more seducing ; as she grew up she manifested so many charms, that in a little while she became noted as the greatest beauty in the neighborhood ; need I tc you, dearest Nymphalin, describe her perfections ? Suffice it to say that her skin was of the most delicate tortoiseshell, that her paws were smoother than velvet, that her whiskers were twelve inches long at the least, and that her eyes had a gentleness altogether astonishing in a cat. But if the young beauty had suitors in plenty during the lives of monsieur and madame, you may suppose the number was not diminished when, at the age of two years and a half she was left an or- phan, and sole heiress to all the hereditary property. In fine, she was the richest marriage in the whole country. With- out troubling you, dearest queen, with the adventures of the rest of her lovers ; with their suit, and their rejection, I come at once to the two rivals most sanguine of success — the dog and the fox. Now the dog was a handsome, honest, straightforward, af- fectionate fellow. " For my part," said he, " I don't wonder at my cousin's refusing Bruin the bear, and Gauntgrim the wolf: to be sure they give themselves great airs, and call themselves ' noble,'' but what then .'' Bruin is always in the sulks, and Gauntgrim always in a passion ; a cat of any sen- sibility would lead a miserable life with them : as for me, I am very good-tempered when I'm not put out ; and I have no fault except that of being angry if disturbed at my meals. I am young and good looking, fond of play and amusement, and altogether as agreeable a husband as a cat could find in a summer's day. If she marries me, well and good ; she may have her property settled on herself : — if not, I shall bear her no malice ; and I hope I shan't be too much in love to forget that there are other cats in the world." With that the dog threw his tail over his back, and set off to his mistress with a gay face on the matter. Now the fox heard the dog talking thus to himself — for the fox was always peeping about in holes and corners, and he burst out a-laughing when the dog was oiit of sight. " Ho, ho, my fine fellow! " said he ; "not so fast, if you please : you've got the fox for a rival, let me tell you." The fox, as you very well know, is a beast that can never THE riLGRIAIS OF THE RHINE. 8 1 do anything without a mancEuvre ; and as, from his cunning, he was generally very lucky in anything he undertook, he did not doubt for a moment that he should put the dog's nose out of joint. Reynard was aware that in love one should always, if possible, be the first in the field, and he therefore resolved to get the start of the dog and arrive before him at the cat's residence. But this was no easy matter ; for though Rey- nard could run faster than the dog for a little way, he was no match for him in a journey of some distance. "However," said Reynard, " those good-natured creatures are never very wise ; and I think I know already what will make him bait on his way." With that the fox trotted pretty fast by a short cut in the woods, and getting before the dog, laid himself down by a holf^ in the earth, and began to howl most piteously. The dog, hearing the noise, was very much alarmed ; " See now," said he, " if the poor fox has not got himself into some scrape ! Those cunning creatures are always in mis- chief ; thank Heaven, it never comes into my head to be cunning !" And the good-natured animal ran off as hard as he could to see what was the matter with the fox. " Oh dear ! " cried Reynard ; " what shall I do, what shall 1 do ! my poor little sister has fallen into this hole, and I can't get her out — she'll certainly be smothered." And the fox burst out a-howling more piteously than before. " But, my dear Reynard," quoth the dog, very simply ; " why don't you go in after your sister ? " " Ah, you may well ask that," said the fox ; " but, in try- ing to get in, don't you perceive that I have sprained my back, and can't stir } Oh dear ! what shall I do if my poor little sister is smothered ! " "Pray don't vex yourself," said the dog; "I'll get her out in an instant ; " and with that he forced himself with great difficulty into the hole. Now, no sooner did the fox see that the dog was fairly in, than he rolled a great stone to the mouth of the hole, and fitted it so tight, that the dog, not being able to turn round and scratch against it with his fore-paws, was made a close prisoner. " Ha, ha ! " cried Reyrard, laughing outside ; " amuse yourself with my poor little sister, while I go and make your compliments to Mademoiselle the Cat." Witli that Reynard set off at an easy pace, never troub- ling his head what became of the poor dog. When he ar- 82 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. rived in the neighborhood of the beautiful cat's mansion, he resolved to pay a visit to a friend of liis, an old magpie that lived in a tree, and was well acquainted with all the news of the place. " For," thought Reynard, " I may as well know the blind side of my mistress that is to be, and get round it at once." The magpie received the fox with great cordiality, and in- quired fv'hat brought him so great a distance from home, " T.pon my v>ord," said the fox, " nothing so much as the pleasure of seeing your ladyship, and hearing those agreea- ble anecdotes you tell with so charming a grace : but, to let you into a secret — be sure it don't go farther " " On the word of a magpie," interrupted the bird. " Pardon me for doubting you," continued the fox ; " I should have recollected that a pie was a proverb for discre- tion. But, as I was saying, you know her majesty, the lioness .-' " " Surely," said the magpie, bridling. "Well ; she was pleased to fall in— that is to say — to — to— take a caprice to your humble servant, and the lion grew so jealous that I thought it prudent to decamp. A jealous lion is no joke, let me assure your ladyship. But mum's the word." So great a piece of news delighted the magpie. She could not but repay it in kind, by all the news in her budget. She told the fox all the scandal about Bruin and Gauntgrim, and she then fell to work on the poor young cat. She did not spare her foibles, you may be quite sure. The fox lis- tened with great attention, and he learned enough to con- vince him that, however much the magpie might exaggerate, the cat was very susceptible to flattery, and had a great deal of imagination. When the magpie had finished, she said, " But it must be <&xy unfortunate for you to be banished from so magnificent a court as that of the lion ! " " As to that," answered the fox, " I consoled myself foi my exile with a present his majesty made me on parting, as a reward for my anxiety for his honor and domestic tranquillity ; namely, three hairs from the fifth leg of the amoronthologos- phorus. Only think of that, ma'am ! " " The what ? " cried the pie, cocking down her left ear. " The amorontbologosphorus." " La ! " said the magpie ; " and what is that ver}' long word, my dear Reynard ? " THE PILGRIMS OF THE R II I. YE. 83 " The amoronthologosphorus is a beast that lives on the other side of the river Cylinx ; it has five legs, and on the fifth leg there are three hairs, and whoever has those three hairs can be young and beautiful forever." " Bless me ! I wish you would let me see them," said the pie, holding out her paw. " Would that I could oblige )ou ma'am ; but it's as much as my life's worth to show them to any but the lady I marry. In fact, they only have an effect on the fair sex, as you may see by myself, whose poor person they utterly fail to improve : they are, therefore, intended for a marriage-present, and his majesty tlT£ lion thus generously atoned to me for relinquish- ing the tenderness of his queen. One must confess that there was a great deal of delicacy in the gift. But you'll be sure not to mention it." " A magpie gossip, indeed ! " quoth the old blab. The fox then wished the magpie good night, and retired to a hole to sleep off the fatigues of the day, before he pre- sented himself to the beautiful young cat. The next morning, Heaven knows how ! it was all over the place that Reynard the fox had been banished from court for the favor shown him by her majesty, and that the lion had bribed his departure with three hairs that would make any lady whom the fox married young and beautiful for ever. The cat was the first to learn the news, and she became all curiosity to see so interesting a stranger, possessed of " qualifications " which, in the language of the day, " would render any animal happy ! " She was not long without ob- taining her wish. As she was taking a walk in the wood, the fox contrived to encounter her. You may be sure that he made her his best bow ; and he flattered the poor cat with so courtly an air that she saw nothing surprising in the love of the lioness. Meanwhile, let us see what became of his rival, the dog. " Ah, the poor creature ! said Nymphalin ; " it is easy to guess that he need not be buried alive to lose all chance of marr}-ing the heiress." " Wait till the end," answered Fayzenheim. When the dog found that he was thus entrapped, he gave himself up for lost. In vain he kicked with his hind le^s against the stone — he only succeeded in bruising his paws ; and at length he was forced to lie down with his tongue out of his mouth, and quite exhausted. " However," said he, after he had taken breath, " it won't do to be starved here, without doing my 84 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. best to escape ; and if I can't get out one way, let me see ii there is not a hole at the other end." Thus saying, his cour- age, which stood him in Heu of cunning, returned, and he proceeded on in the same straightforward way in which he always conducted himself. At tirst the path was exceedingly narrow, and he hurt his sides very much against the rough stones that projected from the earth. But by degrees the way became broader, and he now went on with considerable ease to himself, till he arrived in a large cavern, where he saw an immense griffin sitting on his tail, and smoking a huge pipe. The clog was by no means pleased at meeting so suddenly a creature that had only to open his mouth to swallow him up at a morsel ; however, he put a bold face on the danger, and walking respectfully up to the grffin, said, " Sir, I should be very much obliged to you if you would inform me the way out of these holes into the upper world." The griffin took the pipe out of his mouth, and looked at the dog very sternly, " Ho, wretch ! " said he, " how camest thou hither ? I suppose thou wantest to steal my treasure : but I know how to treat such vagabonds as you, and I shall certainly eat you up." " You can do that if you choose," said the dog ; " but it would be very unhandsome conduct in an animal so much bigger than myself. For my own part, I never attack any dog that is not of equal size ; I should be ashamed of myself if I did. And as to your treasure, the character T bear for honesty is too well known to merit such a suspicion. " Upon my word," said the griffin, who could not help smiling for the life of him, "you have a singularly free mode of expressing yourself ; — and how, I say, came you hither ? " Then the dog, who did not know what a lie was, told the griffin his whole history, — how he had set off to pay his court to the cat, and how Reynard the fox had entrapped him into the hole. When he had finished, the griffin said to him, " I see, my triend, that you know how to speak the truth ; I am in want of just such a servant as you will make me, therefore stay with me and keep watch over my treasure when I sleep." " Two words to that," said the dog. " You have hurt my feelings very much by suspecting my honesty, and I would much sooner go back into the wood and be avenged on that scoundrel the fox, than serve a master THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 8q who has so ill an opinion of me. I pray you, therefore, to dismiss me, and to put me in the right way to my cousin the cat." " I am not a griffin of many words," answered the master of the cavern, " and I give you your clioice — be my servant, or be my breakfast ; it is just the same to me, I give you time to decide till I have smoked out my pipe." The poor dog did not take so long to consider. " It is true," thought he, " that it is a great misfortune to live in a cave with a griffin of so unpleasant a countenance ; but, probably, if I serve him well and faithfully, he'll take pity on me some day, and let me go back to eartli, and prove to my cousin what a rogue the fox is ; and as to the rest, though I would sell my life as dear as I could, it is impossible to fight a griffin with a mouth of so monstrous a size," — In short, he decided to stay with the griffin. " Shake a paw on it." quoth the grim smoker; and the dog shook paws. " And now," said the griffin, " I will tell you what you are to do — look here ; " ancl moving his tail, he showed the dog a great heap of gold and silver, in a hole in the ground, that he had covered with the folds of his tail ; and also, what the dog thought more valuable, a great heap of bones of very tempting appearance. " Now," said the griffin, " during the day, I can take very good care of these myself ; but at night it is very necessary that I should go to sleep ; so when I sleep, you must watch over them instead of me." •'Very well," satd the dog. "As to the gold and silver, I have no objection ; but I would much rather that you would lock up the bones, for I'm often hungry of a night, and " " Hold your tongue," said the griffin. *' But, sir," said the dog, after a short silence, " surely no- body ever comes into so retired a situation ! Who are the thieves, if I may make bold to ask ? " " Know," answered the griffin, " that there are a great many serpents in this neighborhood ; they are always trying to steal my treasure ; and if they catch me napping, they, not contented with theft, would do their best to sting me to death. So that I am almost worn out for want of sleep." " Ah ! " quoth the dog, who was fond of a good night's rest, " I don't envy you your treasure, sir." At night, the griffin, who had a great deal of penetra- tion, and saw that he might depend on the dog, lay down to 86 THE PILGRIMS OP THE RHINE. sleep in another corner of the cave ; and the dog, shaking himself well, so as to be quite awake, took watch over the treasure. His mouth watered exceedingly at the bones, and he could not help smelling them now and then ; but he said to himself, — " a bargain's a bargain, and since I have prom- ised to serve the gritiin, I must serve him as an honest dog ought to serve." In the middle of the night he saw a great snake creeping in by the side of the cave, but the dog set up so loud a bark that the grifhn awoke, and the snake crept away as fast as he could. Then the griffin was very much pleased, and he gave the dog one of the bones to amuse himself with ; and every night the dog watched the treasure, and acquitted himself so well, that not a snake, at last, dared to make its appearance ; — so the griffin enjoyed an excellent night's rest. The dog now found himself much more comfortable than he expected. The griffin regularly gave him one of the bones for supper ; and, pleased with his fidelity, made himself as agreeable a master as a griffin could be. Still, however, the dog was secretly very anxious to return to earth ; for having nothing to do during the day but to doze on the ground, he dreamed perpetually of his cousin the cat's charms ; and, in fancy, he gave the rascal Reynard as hearty a worry as a fox may well have the honor of receiving from a dog's paws. He awoke panting — alas ! he could not realize his dreams. One night as he was watching as usual over the treasure, he was greatly surprised to see a beautiful little black and white dog enter the cave ; and it came fawning to our honest friend, wagging its tail with pleasure. " Ah ! little one," said our dog, whom, to distinguish, I will call the watch-dog, " you had better make the best of your way back again. See, there is a great griffin asleep in the other corner of the cave, and if he wakes, he will either eat you up or make you his servant, as he has made me." " I know what you would tell me," says the little dog ; " and I have come down here to deliver you. The stone is now gone from the mouth of the cave, and you have nothing to do but to go back with me. Come, brother come." The dog was very much excited by this address. " Don't ask me, my dear little friend," said he ; " you must be aware that I should be too happy to escape out of this cold cave, and roll on the soft turf once more : but if I leave my master, the griffin, those cursed serpents, who are always on the watch, will come in and steal his treasure — nay, perhaps. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 87 Sting him to death." Then the little dog came up to the waich-dog, and remonstrated with him greatly, and licked him caressingly on both sides of his face; and, taking him by the ear endeav^ored to draw him from the treasure : but the dog would not stir a stej^, though his heart sorely pressed him. At length the little dog, findin'^ it all in vain, said, *' Well then, if I must leave, good-by ; but I have become so hungry in coming down all this way after you, that I wish you would give me one of those bones i they smell very pleasant- ly, and one out of so many could never be missed." " Alas!" said the watch-dog, with tears in his eyes, "how unlucky I am to have eaten up the bone my master gave me, otherwise you should have had it and welcome. But I can't give you one of these, because my master has made me prom- ise to watch over them all, and I have given him my paw on it. I am sure a dog of your respectable appearance will say nothing further on the subject." Then the little dog answered pettishly, " Pooh, what non- sense you talk ! Surely a great griffin can't miss a little bone fit for me ; " and nestling his nose under the watch-dog, he tried forthwith to bring up one of the bones. On this the watch-dog grew angry, and, though with much reluctance, he seized the Tttle dog by the nape of the neck ard threw him off, but without hurting him. Suddenly the little dog changed into a monstrous serpent, bigger even than the griffin himself, and the watch-dog barked with all his might. The griffin rose in a great hurry, and the serpent s|jrang upon him ere he was well awake. I wish dearest N\mphalin, you could have seen the battle between the griffin and the serpent, how they coiled and twisted, and bit and darted their fiery tongues at each other. At length, the ser])ent got uppermost, and was about to plunge his tongue iiuo that part of the griffin which is unprotected by his scales, wJ^.en the dog, seizing him by the tail, bit him so sharply, that lie could not help turning round to kill his new assailant, and the griffin, taking advantage of the opportunity, caught the serpent by the throat with both claws, and fairly strangled him. As soon as the griffin had recovered from the ner- vousness of the conflict, he heaped all manner of caresses on the dog for saving his life. The dog told him the whole story, and the griffin then explained, that the dead snake was the king of the serpents, who had the power to change him- self into any shape he pleased. " If he had tempted you," said he, " to leave the treasure but for one moment, or to 88 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. have given him any part of it, ay, but a single bone, he would have crushed you in an instant, and stung me to death ere I could hav^e waited ; but none, no not the most venomous thing in creation, has power to hurt the honest ! " " That has always been my belief," answered the dog ; " and now, sir, you had better go to sleep again, and leave the rest to me." " Nay," answered the griffin, " I have no longer need of a servant ; for now that the king of the serpents is dead, the rest will never molest me. It was only to satisfy his avarice that his subjects dared to brave the den of the griffin." Upon hearing this, the dog was exceedingly delighted ; and raising himself on his hind paws, he begged the griffin most movingly to let him return to earth, to visit his mis- tress the cat, and worry his rival the fox. " You do not serve an ungrateful master," answered the griffin. " You shall return, and I will teach you all the craft of our race, which is much craftier than the race of that pet tifogger the fox, so that you may be able to cope with your rival." " Ah, excuse me," said the dog, hastily, " I am equally obliged to you : but 1 fancy honesty is a match for cunning any day ; and I think myself a great deal safer in being a dog of honor than if I knew all the tricks in the world." " Well," said the griffin, a little piqued at the dog's blunt- ness, " do as you please : I wish you all possible success." Then the griffin opened a secret door in the side of the cavern, and the dog saw a broad path that led at once into the wood. He thanked the griffin with all his heart, and ran wagging his tail into the open moonlight. "Ah, ah! master fox," said he, " there's no trap for an honest dog that has not two doors to it, cunning as you think yourself." With that he curled his tail gallantly over his left leg, and set off on a long trot to the cat's house. When he was within sight of it, he stopped to refresh himself by a pool of water, and who should be there but our friend the magpie. " And what do you want, friend .'' " said she, rather dis- dainfully, for the dog looked somewhat out of case after his journe3^ •' I am going to see my cousin the cat," answered he. " Your cousin ! marry come up," said the magpie ; " don't you know she is going to be married to Reynard the fox ? This is not a time for her to receive the visits of a brute like you." THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 89 These words put the clog in such a passion, that he very nearly bit the magpie for her uncivil mode of communicating such bad news. However, he curbed his temper, and, with- out answering her, went at once to the cat's residence. The cat was sitting at the window, and no sooner did the dog see her than he fairly lost his heart ; never had he seen so charming a cat before : he advanced, wagging his tail, and with his most insinuating air ; when the cat, getting up, clapped the window in his face — and lo ! Reynard the fox- appeared in her stead. " Come out, thou rascal ! " said the dog, showing his teeth : " come out, I challenge thee to single combat ; I have not forgiven thy malice, and thou seest that I am no longer shut up in the cave, and unable to punish thee for thy wick edness." " Go home, silly one ! " answered the fox. sneering ; " thou hast no business here, and as for fighting thee — bah ! " Then the fox left the window, and disappeared. But the dog, thoroughly enraged, scratched lustily at the door, and made such a noise, that presently the cat herself came to the window. " How now ! " said she, angrily ; " what means all this rudeness ? Who are you, and what do you want at my house .'' " " O, my dear cousin," said the dog, " do not speak so severely. Know that I am come here on purpose to pay you a visit ; and, whatever you do, let me beseech you not to listen to that villain Reynard — you have no conception what a rogue he is ! " " What ! " said the cat, blushing ; " do you dare to abuse your betters in this fashion ? I see you have a design on me. Go, this instant, or " " Enough, madam," said the dog, proudly ; " you need not speak twice to me — farewell." And he turned away ver}- slowl}^, and went under a tree, where he took up his lodgings for the night. But the next morning there was an amazing commotion in the neighbor- hood ; a stranger, of a very different style of travelling from that of the dog, had arrived at the dead of night, and fixed his abode in a large cavern, hollowed out of a steep rock. The noise he had made in flying through the air was so great, that it had awakened every bird and beast in the parish ; and Reynard, whose bad conscience never suffered him to sleep very soundly, putting his head out of the window, perceived, 90 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. to his great alarm, that the stranger was nothing less than a monstrous griffin. Now the griffins are the richest beasts in the world ; and that's the reason they keep so close under ground. When- ever it does happen that they pay a visit above, it is not a thing to be easily forgotten. The magpie was all agitation — what could the griffin pos- sibly want there ? She resolved to take a peep at the cavern, and accordingly, she hopped timorously up the rock, and pre- tended to be picking up sticks for her nest. " Holla, ma'am ! " cried a very rough voice, and she saw the griffin putting his head out of the cavern. " Holla ! you are the very lady I want to see ; you know all the people about here — eh ? " " All the best company, your lordship, I certainly do," answered the magpie, dropping a courtesy. Upon this the griffin walked out ; and smoking his pipe leisurely in the open air, in order to set the pie at her ease, continued — " Are there any respectable beasts of good families settled in this neighborhood ? " " O, most elegant society, I assure your lordship," cried the pie. " I have lived here myself these ten years, and the great heiress, the cat yonder, attracts a vast number of strangers." " Humph — heiress, indeed ! much you know about heir- esses ! " said the griffin. " There is only one heiress in the world and that is my daughter." " Bless me ! has your lordship a family } I beg you a thousand pardons. But I only saw your lordship's own equipage last night, and did not know you brought any one with you." " My daughter went first, and was safely lodged before I arrived. She did not disturb you, I daresay, as I did ; foi she sails along like a swan : but I have the gout in my left claw, and that's the reason I puff and groan so in taking a journey." " Shall I drop in upon Miss Griffin, and see how she is after her journey .'' " said the pie, advancing. " I thank you, no. I don't intend her to be seen while I stay here — it unsettles her ; and I'm afraid of the young beasts running away with her if they once heard how hand- some she was : she is the living picture of me, but she is monstrous giddy ! Not that I should care much if she did THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. gi go off with a beast of degree, were I not obliged to pay hei portion, which is prodigious ; and I don't hke parting with money, ma'am, when I've once got it. Ho, ho, ho ! " " You are too witty, my lord. But if you refused your consent ?" said the pie, anxious to know the whole family history of so grand a seigneur. " I should have to pay the dowry all the same. It was left her by her uncle the dragon. But don't let this go any farther." " Your lordship may depend on my secrecy. I wish your lordship a very good morning." Away flew the pie, and she did not stop till she got to the cat's house. The cat and the fox were at breakfast, and the fox had his hand on his heart. " Beautiful scene ! " cried the pie : the cat colored, and bade the pie take a seat. I'hen off went the pie's tongue, glib, glib, glib, chatter, chatter, chatter. She related to them the whole story of the grilhn and his daughter, and a great deal more besides, that the grifhn had never told her. The cat listened attentively. Another young heiress in the neighborhood might be a formidable rival. " But is the grififiness handsome ? " said she. " Handsome ! " cried the pie ; " oh ! if you could have seen the father ! — such a mouth, such eyes, such a complexion and he declares she's the living picture of himself ! But what do you say, Mr. Reynard 1 you, who have been so much in the world, have, perhaps, seen the young lady ! " " Why, I can't say I have, " answered the fox, waking from a reverie ; " but she must be wonderfully rich. 1 dare- say that fool, the dog, will be making up to her. " " Ah ! by the way, " said the pie; " what a fuss he made at your door yesterday ; why would you not admit him, my dear ! " " Oh ! " said the cat, demurely, " Mr. Reynard says that he is a dog of very bad character, quite a fortune-hunter ; and hiding the most dangerous disposition to bite under an ap- pearance of good-nature. I hope he won't be quarrelsome with you, dear Reynard ! " " With me ? O the poor wretch, no ! — he might bluster a little ; but he knows that if I'm once angry I'm a devil at bit- ing ; — but one should not boast of oneself. " In the evening Reynard felt a strange desire to go and see the griffin smoking his pipe ; but what could he do ? There was the dog under the opposite tree evidently watching for ^2 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. him, and Reynard had no wish to prove himself that devil al biting which he declared he was. At last he resolved to have recourse to stratagem to get rid of the dog. A young buck of a rabbit, a sort of provincial fop, had looked in upon his cousin the cat, to pay her his respects, and Reynard, taking him aside, said, " You see that shabby- looking dog under the tree ? He has behaved very ill to your cousin the cat, and you certainly ought to challenge him. Forgive my boldness — nothing but respect for your character induces me to take so great a liberty ; you know I would chastise the rascal myself, but what a scandal it would make ! If I were already married to your cousin, it would be a dif- ferent thing. But you know what a story that cursed magpie would hatch out of it ! " The rabbit looked very foolish : he assured the fox that he was no match for the dog ; that he was very fond of his cousin, to be sure ; but he saw no necessity to interfere with her domes- tic affairs ; — and, in short, he tried all he possibly could to get out of the scrape : but the fox so artfully played on his vanity — so earnestly assured him that the dog was the big- gest coward in the world, and would make a humble apology, and so eloquently represented to him the glory he would ob- tain for manifesting so much spirit, that at length that rabbit was persuaded to go out and deliver the challenge. " I'll be your secoud, " said the fox; "and the great field on the other side the wood, two miles hence, shall be the place of battle : there we shall be out of observation. You go first, I'll follow in half an hour — and I say — hark ! — in case he does accept the challenge, and you feel the 1. ast afraid, I'll be in the field, and take it off your paws with he utmost pleasure ; rely on vie, my dear sir ! " Away went the rabbit. The dog was a little astonished at the temerity of the poor creature ; but on hearing that the fox was to be present, willingly consented to repair to the place of conflict. This readiness the rabbit did not at all relish ; he went very slowly to the field, and seeing no fox there, his heart misgave him, and while the dog was putting his nose to the ground to try if he could track the coming of the ^ox, the rabbit slipped into a burrow, and left the dog to \ alk back again. Meanwhile the fox was already at the rock ; he walked very soft-footedly, and looked about with extreme caution, for he had a vague notion that a griffin-papa would not be very civil to foxes. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 93 Now there were two holes in the rock — one below, one above, an upper stoiy and an under ; and while the fox was peering about, he saw a great claw from the upper rock beckoning to him. " Ah, ah ! " said the fox, " that's the wanton young grifhn' ess, I'll swear." He approached, and a voice said, — " Charming Mr. Reynard ! Do you not think you could deliver an unfortunate griffiness from a barbarous confine- ment in this rock ? " '• Oh heavens ! " cried the fox, tenderly, " what a beauti- ful voice ! and, ah, my poor heart, what a lovely claw ! Is it possible that I hear the daughter of my lord, the great griffin ? " " Hush, flatterer ! not so loud, if you please. My father is taking an evening stroll, and is very quick of hearing. He has tied me up by my poor wings in the cavern, for he is mightily afraid of some beast running away with me. You know I have all my fortune settled on myself." " Talk not of fortune," said the fox ; " but how can I de- liver you } Shall I enter and gnaw the cord ? " " Alas ! " answered the griffiness, " it is an immense chain I am bound with. However, you may come in, and talk more at your ease." The fox peeped cautiously all round, and seeing no sign of the griffin, he entered the lower cave and stole upstairs to the upper stor}^ ; but as he went on, he saw immense piles of jewels and gold, and all sorts of treasure, so that the old griffin might well have laughed at the poor cat being called an heiress. The fox was greatly pleased at such indisputable signs of wealth, and he entered the upper cave, resolved to be transported with the charms of the griffiness. There was, however, a great chasm between the landing- place and the spot where the young lady was chained, and he found it impossible to pass ; the cavern was very dark, but he saw enough of the figure of the griffiness to perceive, in spite of her petticoat, that she was the image of her father, and the most hideous heiress that the earth ever saw ! However, he swallowed his disgust, and poured forth such a heap of compliments that the griffiness appeared entirely won. He implored her to fly with him the first moment she was unchained. " That is impossible," said she " for my father never Q^ THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. unchains me except in his presence, and then I cannot stii out of his sight." " The wretch ! " cried Reynard, " what is to be done ? " " Why, there is only one thing I know of," answered the griffiness, " which is this — I always make his soup for him, and if I could mix something in it that would put him fast asleep before he had time to chain me up again, I might slip down and carry off all the treasure below on my back." " Chawning ! " exclaimed Reynard ; " what invention 1 what wit ! I will go and get some poppies directly." "Alas!" said the griffiness, "poppies have no effect upon griffins. The only thing that can ever put my father fast to sleep is a nice young cat boiled up in his soup ; it is astonishing what a charm that has upon him ! But where to get a cat ? — it must be a maiden cat too ! " Reynard was a little startled at so singular an opiate.. " But," thought he, " griffins are not like the rest of the world, and so rich an heiress is not to be won by ordinary means." " I do know a cat — a maiden cat," said he, after a short pause ; " but I feel a little repugnance at the thought of having her boiled in the griffin's soup. Would not a dog do as V ell ? " " Ah, base thing ! " said the griffiness, appearing to weep, " you are in love with the cat, I see it ; go _ and marry her, poor dwarf that she is, and leave me to die of grief." In vain the fox protested that he did not care a straw for the cat ; nothing could now appease the griffiness, but his positive assurance that, come what would, poor puss should be brought to the cave and boiled for the griffin's soup. " But how will you get her here ? " said the griffiness. " Ah, leave that to me," said Reynard. *' Only put a basket out of the window, and draw it up by a cord ; the moment it arrives at the window, be sure to clap your claw on the cat at once, for she is terribly active." " Tush ! " answered the heiress ; " a pretty griffiness I should be if I did not know how to catch a cat ! " " But this must be when your father is out ? " said Reynard. " Certainly, he takes a stroll every evening at sui> set." THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 9S " Let it be to-morrow, then," said Reynard, impatient for the treasure. This being arranged, Reynard thought it time to decamp He stole down the stairs again, and tried to filch some of the treasure by the way : but it was too heavy for him to carry, and he was forced to acknowledge to himself that it was impossible to get the treasure without taking the griffiness (whose back seemed prodigiously strong) into the bargain. He returned home to the cat, and when he entered her house, and saw how ordinary everything looked after the jewels in the griffin's cave, he quite wondered how he had ever thought the cat had the least pretensions to good looks. However, he concealed his wicked design, and his mis- tress thought he had never appeared so amiable. " Only guess," said he, " where I have been ? — to our new neighbor, the griffin ; a most charming person, thorough- ly affable, and quite the air of the court. As for that silly magpie, the griffin saw her character at once ; and it was all a hoax about his daughter : he' has no daughter at all. You know, my dear, hoaxing is a fashionable amusement among the great. He says he has heard of nothing but your beauty, and on my telling him we were going to be married, he has insisted upon giving a great ball and supper in honor of the event. In fact, he is a gallant old fellow, and dying to see you. Of course, I was obliged to accept the invitation." " Yo\i could not do otherwise," said the unsuspecting young creature, who, as I before said, was very susceptible to flattery. " And only think how delicate his attentions are," said the fox. " As he is very badly lodged for a beast of his rank, and his treasure takes up the whole of the ground-floor, he is forced to give the fete in the upper story, so he hangs out a basket for his guests, and draws them up with his own claw. How condescending ! But the great are so amiable ! " The cat, brought up in seclusion, was all delight at the idea of seeing such high life, and the lovers talked of nothing else all the next day ; — when Reynard, towards evening, put- ting his head out of the window, saw his old friend, the dog, lying as usual and watching him very grimly. " Ah, that cursed creature ! I had quite forgotten him ; what is to be done now ? He would make no bones of me if he once saw me set foot out of doors." ^6 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. With that, the fox began to cast in his head how he should get rid of his rival, and at length, he resolved on a very notable project : he desired the cat to set out first, and wait for him at a turn in the road, a little way off. " For," said he, " if we go together, we shall certainly be insulted by the dog ; and he will know that, in the presence of a lady, the custom of a beast of my fashion v/ill not suffer me to avenge the affront. But when I am alone, the creature is such a coward that he would not dare say his soul's his own ; leave the door open, and I'll follow immediately." The cat's mind was so completely poisoned against her cousin, that she implicitly believed this account of his char- acter, and accordingly, with many recommendations to lier lover not to sully his dignity by getting into any sort of quar- rel with the dog, she set oft' first. The dog went up to her very humbly, and begged her to allow him to say a few words to her ; but she received him so haughtily that his spirit was up, and he walked back to the tree more than ever enraged against his rival. But what was his joy when he saw that the cat had left the door open ! " Now, wretch," thought he, "you cannot escape me ! " So he walked briskly in at the back door. He was greatly sur- prised to see Reynard lying down in the straw, panting as if his heart would break, and rolling his eyes in the pangs of death. " Ah, friend," said the fox, with a faltering voice, " you are avenged ; my hour is come ! I am just going to give up the ghost ; put your paw upon mine, and say you forgive me." Despite his anger, the generous dog could not set tooth on a dying foe. " You have served me a shabby trick," said he ; " you have left me to starve in a hole, and you have evidently maligned me with my cousin : certainly I meant to be avenged on vou ; but if you are really dying, that alters the affair." " Oh, oh ! " groaned the fox very bitterjy; " I am past help ; the poor cat is gone for Doctor Ape, but he'll never come in time. What a thing it is to have a bad conscience on one's deathbed ! But, wait till the cat returns, and I'D do you full justice with her before I die." The good-natured dog was much moved at seeing his mortal enemy in such a state, and endeavored as well as he could to console him. " Oh, oh ! " said the fox ; " I am so parched in the throat THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 97 — I am burning ; " and he hung his tongue out of his mouth, and rolled his eyes more fearfully than ever. " Is there no water here ? " said the dog, looking round. *' Alas, no ! — yet stay — yes, now I think of it, there is some in that little hole in the wall ; but how to get at it ? It is so high that I can't, in my poor weak state, climb up to it ; and I dare not ask such a favor of one I have injured so much." " Don't talk of it," said the dog : " but the hole's very small ; I could not put my nose through it." " No ; but if you just climb up on that stone, and thrust your paw into the hole — you can dip it into the water, and so cool my poor parched mouth. Oh, what a thing it is to have a bad conscience ! " The dog sprang upon the stone, and, getting on his hind legs, thrust his front paw into the hole, when suddenly Rey- nard pulled a string that he had concealed under the straw, and the dog found his paw caught tight to the wall in a run- nmg noose. Ah, rascal ! " said he, turning round ; but the fox leaped up gayly from the straw, and fastening the string with his teeth to a nail in the other end of the wall, walked out, crying, " Good-bye, my dear friend : have a care how you believe hereafter in sudden conversions 1 " So he left the dog on his hind legs to take care of the house. Reynard found the cat waiting for him where he had ap- pointed, and they walked lovingly together till they came to the cave. It was now dark, and they saw the basket w-aiting below ; the fox assisted the poor cat into it. " There is only room for one," said he, " you must go first." Up rose the basket ; the fox heard a piteous mew, and no more. " So much for the griffin's soup ! " thought he. He waited patiently for some time, when the griffiness, waving her claw from the window, said cheerfully, "All's right, my dear Reynard ; my papa has finished his soup, and sleeps as sound as a rock. All the noise in the world would not wake him now, till he has slept off the boiled cat, which won't be these twelve hours. Come and assist me in packing up the treasure ; I should be sorrv to leave a single diamond behind." " So should I," quoth the fox. " Stay, I'll come around by the lower hole : why, the door's shut I Pray, beautiful griffiness, open it to thy impatient adorer." '* Alas I my father has hid the key. I never know where ^8 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. he places it : 5'ou must come up by the basket ; see, I will lower it for you." The fox was a little loth to trust himself in the same con veyance that had taken his mistress to be boiled ; but the most cautious grow rash when money's to be gained, and ava- rice can trap even a fox. So he put himself as comfortably as he could in the basket, and up he went in an instant. It rested, however, just before he reached the window, and the fox felt, with a slight shudder, the claw of the griffiness strok- ing his back. " Oh, what a beautiful coat ! " quoth she, caressingly. " You are too kind," said the fox ; " but you can feel it more at your leisure when I am once up. Make haste, I be- seech you." " Oh, what a beautiful bushy tail ! Never did I feel such a tail ! " " It is entirely at your service, sweet griffiness," said the fox ; ** but pray let me in. Why lose an instant ? " " No, never did I feel such a tail ! No wonder you are so successful with the ladies." " Ah, beloved grifhness, my tail is yours to eternity, but you pinch it a little too hard." Scarcely had he said this, when down dropped the basket, but not with the fox in it ; he found himself caught by the tail, and dangling half-way down the rock, by the help of the very same sort of pulley wherewith he had snared the dog. I leave you to guess his consternation ; he yelped out as loud as he could, — for it hurts a fox exceedingly to be hanged by his tail with his head downwards, — when the door of the rock opened, and out stalked the griffin himself, smoking his pipe, with a vast crowd of all the fashionable beasts in the neighborhood. " O ho, brother," said the bear, laughing fit to kill himself ; " who ever saw a fox hanged by the tail before ? " " You'll have need of a physician," quoth Doctor Ape. " A pretty match, indeed ; a griffiness for such a creature as you ! " said the goat, strutting by him. The fox grinned with pain, and said nothing. But that which hurt him most was the compassion of a dull fool of a donkey, who assured him with great gravity that he saw noth- ing at all to laugh at in his situation ! " At all events," said the fox, at last, " cheated, gulled, betrayed as I am, I have played the same trick to the dog THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 99 Go, and laugh at him, gentlemen ; he deserves it as much as I can, I assure you." " Pardon me," said the griffin, taking the pipe out of his mouth ; " one never laughs at the honest," " And see," said the bear, " here he is." And indeed the dog had, after much effort, gnawed the string in two, and extricated his paw : the scent of the fox had enabled him to track his footsteps, and here he arrived, burning for vengeance, and finding himself already avenged. But his first thought was for his dear cousin. " Ah, where is she ? " he cried movingly ; " without doubt that villain Reynard has served her some scur\'y trick." " I fear so indeed, my old friend," answered the griffin. " but don't grieve ; after all, she was nothing particular. You shall marry my daughter the griffiness, and succeed to all the treasure ; ay, and all the bones that you once guarded so faithfully." " Talk not to me," said the faithful dog. " I want none of your treasure ; and, though I don't mean to be rude, your griffiness may go to the devil. I will run over the world but I will find my dear cousin." " See her then," said the griffin ; and the beautiful cat, more beautiful than ever, rushed out of the cavern and threw herself into the dog's paws. A pleasant scene this for the fox ! — he had skill enough in the female heart to know that it may excuse many little infidelities — but to be boiled alive for a griffin's soup ! — no, the offence was inexpiable ! " You understand me, Mr. Reynard," said the griffin, " I have no daughter, and it was me you made love to. Knowing what sort of a creature a magpie is, I amused myself with hoaxing her — the fashionable amusement at court, you know." The fox made a mighty struggle, and leaped on the ground, leaving his tail behind him. It did not grow again in a hurry. " See," said the griffin, as the beasts all laughed at the figure Reynard made running into the wood, " the dog beats the fox, with the ladies, after all ; and cunning as he is in everything else, the fox is the last creature that should ever think of making love ! " " Charming ! " cried Nymphalin, clasping her hands ; " it is just the sort of story I like." " And I suppose," said Nip, pertly, " that the dog and lOO THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. cat lived very happily ever afterwards ? Indeed the nuptial felicity of a dog and cat is proverbial ! " " I dare say they lived much the same as any other mar ried couple," answered the prince. CHAPTER XIII. THE TOMB OF A FATHER OF MANY CHILDREIf. The feast being now ended, as well as the story, the fai- ries wound their way homeward by a different path, till at length a red steady light glowed through the long basaltic arches upon them, like the Demon Hunter's fires in the For- est of Pines. The prince sobered in his pace. " You approach." said he, in a grave tone, " the greatest of our temples ; you will witness the tomb of a mighty founder of our race ! " An awe crept over the queen, in spite of herself. Tracking the fires in silence, they came to a vast space, in the midst of which was a lone grey block of stone, such as the traveller finds amidst the dread silence of Egyptian Thebes. And on this stone lay the gigantic figure of a man — dead, but not deathlike, for invisible spells had preserved the flesh and the long hair for untold ages ; and beside him lay a rude in- strument of music, and at his feet were a sword and hunter's spear; and above, the rock wound, hollowed and roofless, to the upper air, and daylight came through, sickened and pale, beneath red fires, that burned everlastingly round him, on such simple altars as belonged to a savage race. But the place was not solitary, for many motionless, but not lifeless, shapes sat on large blocks of stone beside the tomb. There was the wizard, wrapped in his long black mantle, and his face covered with his hands — there was the uncouth and deformed dwarf, gibbering to himself — there sat the household elf- there glowered from a gloomy rent in the wall, with glittering eyes and shining scale, the enormous dragon of the North, An aged crone in rags, leaning on a staff, and gazing malig- nantly on the visitors, with bleared but fiery eyes, stood op- posite the tomb of the gigantic dead. And now the fairies themselves completed the group 1 But all was dumb and THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. loi unatterably silent ; the silence that floats over some antique city of the desert, when, for the first time for a hundred cen- turies, a living foot enters its desolate remains ; the silence that belongs to the dust of eld — deep, solemn, palpable and sinking into the heart with a leaden and deathlike weight. Even the English fairy spoke not; she held her breath, and, gazing on the tomb, she saw, in rude vast characters, J THE TEUTON. " We are all that remain of his religion ! " said the prince, as they turned from the dread temple. CHAPTER XIV. The Fairy's Cave and the Fairy's Wish. It was evening ; and the fairies were dancing beneath the twilight star. " And why art thou sad, my violet ? " said the prince, " for thine eyes seek the ground ! " " Now that I have found thee," answered the queen, " and now that I feel what happy love is to a fairy, I sigh over that love which I have lately witnessed among mortals, but the bud of whose happiness already conceals the worm. For well didst thou say, my prince, that we are linked with a mysterious affinity to mankind, and whatever is pure and gentle among them speaks at once to our sympathy, and commands our vigils." " And most of all," said the German fairy, "are they who love under our watch ; for love is the golden chain that binds all in the universe : love lights up alike the star and the glo\vworm ; and, wherever there is love in men's lot, lies the secret affinity with men, and with things divine." " But with the human race," said Nymphalin, " there is no love that outlasts the hour, for either death ends, or cus- tom alters : when the blossom comes to fruit, it is plucked, and seen no more ; and therefore, when I behold true love sentenced to an early grave, I comfort myself that I shall not at least behold the beauty dimmed, and the softness of I02 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. the heart hardened into stone. Yet, my prince, while still the pulse can beat, and the warm blood flow, in that beauti- ful form, which I have watched over of late, let me not de- sert her ; still let my influence keep the sky fair, and the breezes pure ; still let me drive the vapor from the moon, and the clouds from the faces of the stars ; still let me fill her dreams with tender and brilliant images, and glass in the mirror of sleep, the happiest visions of fairyland ; still let me pour over her eyes that magic, which suffers them to see no fault in one in whom she has garnered up her soul ! And as death comes slowly on, still let me rob the spectre of its terror, and the grave of its sting ; — so that, all gently and un- conscious to herself, life may glide into the Great Ocean where the shadows lie ; and the spirit without guile, may be severed from its mansion without pain ! " The wish of the fairy was fulfilled. CHAPTER XV. The Banks of the Rhine. — From the Drachenfels to Brohl ; an Incidenl that suffices in this Tale for an Epoch . From the Drachenfels commences the true glory of the Rhine ; and, once more, Gertrude's eyes conquered the lan- guor that crept gradually over them, as she gazed on the banks around. Fair blew the breeze, and freshly curled the waters, and Gertrude did not see the vulture that had fixed its talons within her breast. The Rhine widens, like a broad lake, be- tween the Drachenfels and Unkel ; villages are scattered over the extended plain on the left ; on the right is the Isle of Werth and the houses of Oberwinter ; the hills are cov- ered with vines ; and still Gertrude turned back with a lin- gering gaze to the lofty crest of the Seven Hills. On, on — and the spires of Unkel rose above a curve in the banks, and on the opposite shore stretched those won- drous basaltic columns which extend to the middle of the river, and when the Rhine runs low, you may see them like an engulfed city beneath the waves. You then view the ruins of Okkenfels, and hear the voice of the pastoral Gas- THE riLCrRIMS OF THE RHINE. 103 bach pouring its waters into the Rhine. From amidst the clefts of the roclis the vine peeps hixuriantly forth, and gives a richness and coloring to what Nature, left to herself, in- tended for the stern, " But turn your eye backward to the right," said Trevylyan ; *' those banks were formerly the special haunt of the bold robbers of the Rhine, and from amidst the entangled brakes that then covered the ragged cliffs, they rushed upon their prey. In the gloomy canvas of those feudal days what vigor- ous and mighty images were crowded ! A robber's life amidst these mountains, and beside this mountain stream, must have been the very poetry of the spot carried into action." They rested atBrohl, a small town between two mouritains. On the summit of one you see the gray remains of Rheinech. There is something weird and preternatural about the aspect of this place ; its soil betrays signs that, in the former ages (from which even tradition is fast fading away), some volcano here exhausted its fires. The stratum of the earth is black and pitchy, and the springs beneath it are of a dark and graveolent water. Here the stream of the Brohlbach falls into the Rhine, and in a valley rich with oak and pine, and full of caverns; which are not without their traditionary in- mates, stands the castle of Schweppenbourg, which our party failed not to visit. Gertrude felt fatigued on their return, and Trevylyan sat by her in the little inn, while Vane went forth, with the curiosity of science, to examine the strata of the soil. They' conversed in the frankness of their plighted troth upon those topics which are only for lovers : upon the bright chapter in the history of their love ; their first meeting ; their first iinpressions ; the little incidents in their present journey — incidents noticed by themselves alone ; that life within life which two persons know together, — which one knows not without the other, — which ceases to both the instant they are divided. " I know not what the love of others may be," said Ger trude, " but ours seems different from all of which I have read. Books tell us of jealousies and misconstructions, and the necessity of an absence, the sweetness of a quarrel ; but we, dearest Albert, have had no experience of these passages in love. We have never misunderstood each other ; we have no reconciliation to look back to. When was there ever oc- casion for me to ask forgiveness from you ? Our love is 104 ^-^^ riLGRIMS OF THE RHINE. made up only of one memory — unceasing kindness ! A harsh ■word, a wronging thought, never broke in upon the happiness we have felt and feel." "Dearest Gertrude," said Trevylyan, "that character of our love is caught from you ; you, the soft, the gentle, have been its pervading genius ; and the well has been smooth and pure, for you were the spirit that lived within its depths." And to such talk succeeded silence still more sweet — the silence of the hushed and overflowing heart. The last voices of the birds — the sun slowly sinking in the west — ■ the fragrance of descending dews — filled them with that deep and mysterious sympathy which exists between Love and Nature. It was after such a silence — a long silence, that seemed but as a moment — that Trevylyan spoke, but Gertrude an- swered not ; and, yearning once more for her sweet voice, he turned and saw that she had fainted awav. This was the first indication of the point to which her in- creasing debility had arrived. Trevylyan's heart stood still, and then beat violently ; a thousand fears crept over him, he clasped her in his arms, and bore her to the open window. The setting sun fell upon her countenance, from which the play of the young heart and warm fancy had fled, and in its deep and still repose the ravages of disease were darkly visible. What were then his emotions ! his heart was like stone ; but he felt a rush as of a torrent to his temples : his eyes grew dizzy — he was stunned by the greatness of his despair. For the last week he had taken hope for his com- panion ; Gertrude had seemed so much stronger, for her hap- piness had given her a false support ; and though there had been moments when, watching the bright hectic come and go, and her step linger, and the breath heave short, he had felt the hope suddenly cease, yet never had he known till now that fulness of anguish, that dread certainty of the worst, which the calm, fair face before him struck into his soul : and mixed with his agony as he gazed was all the passion of the most ardent love. For there she lay in his arms, the gentle breath rising from lips where the rose yet lingered, and the long, rich hair, soft and silken as an infant's, steal- ing from its confinement : everything that belonged to Ger- trude's beaut}' was so inexpressibly soft, and pure, and youth- ful ! Scarcely seventeen, she seemed much younger than she was ; her figure had sunken from its roundness, but still THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 105 how light, how lovely were its wrecks ! the neck whiter than snow, — the fair small hand! Her weight was scarcely tel( in the arms of her lover,— and he — what a contrast ! — was in all the pride and flower of glorious manhood ! his was the lofty brow, the wreathing hair, the haughty eye, the elastic form ; and upon this frail, perishable thing had he fixed all his heart, all the hopes of his youth, the pride of his man- hood, his schemes, his energies, his ambition ! " Oh, Gertrude ! " cried he, " is it — is it thus — is there indeed no hope ? " And Gertrude now slowly recovering, and opening her eyes upon Trevylyan's face, the revulsion was so great, his emotions so overpowering, that, clasping her to his bosom, as if even death should not tear her away from him, he wept over her in an agony of tears ; not those tears that relieve the heart, but the fierj' rain of the internal storm, a sign of the fierce tumult that shook the very core of his existence, not a relief. Awakened to herself, Gertrude, in amazement and alarm, threw her arms around his neck, and looking wistfully into his face, implored him to speak to her. " Was it my illness, love ? " said she ; and the music ol her voice only conveyed to him the thought of how soon it would be dumb to him for ever. " Nay," she continued, winningly, " it was but the heat of the day ; I am better now — I am well ; there is no cause to be alarmed for me ; " and, with all the innocent fondness of extreme youth, she kissed the burning tears from his eyes. There was a playfulness, an innocence in this poor girl, so unconscious as yet of her destiny, which rendered her fate doubly touching ; and which to the stern Trevylyan, hack- neyed by the world, made her irresistible charm ; and now as she put aside her hair, and looked up gratefully, yet plead- ingly, into his face, he could scarce refrain from pouring out to her the confession of his anguish and despair. But the necessity of self-control — the necessity of concealing from her a knowledge which might only, by impressing her imagi- nation, expedite her doom, while it would embitter to her mind the unconscious enjoyment of the hour, nerved and manned him. He checked by those violent efforts which only men can make, the evidence of his emotions ; and en- deavored, by a rapid torrent of words, to divert her attention from a weakness, the causes of which he could not explain, ! o6 THE PIL GKIMS OF THE RHINE. Fortunately Vane soon returned, and Trevylyan, consigning Gertrude to his care, hastily left the room. . Gertrude sank into a reverie. " Ah, dear father ! " said she, suddenly, and after a pause, " If I indeed were worse than I have thought myself of late — if I were to die now, what would Trevylyan feel ? Pray God, I may live for his sake ! " " My child, do not talk thus : you are better, much better than you were. Ere the autumn ends, Trevylyan's happiness will be your lawful care. Do not think so despondently of yourself." " I thought not of myself," sighed Gertrude, " but of him ! " CHAPTER XVr. Gertrude. — The Excursion to Hammerstein. — Thoughts. The next day they visited the environs of Brohl. Ger- trude was unusually silent ; for her temper, naturally sunny and enthusiastic, was accustomed to light up everything she saw. Ah, once how bounding was that step ! how undulating the young graces of that form ! how playfully once danced the ringlets on that laughing cheek ! But she clung to Tre- v)'lyan's proud form with a yet more endearing tenderness than was her wont, and hung yet more eagerly on his words ; her hand sought his, and she often pressed it to her lips, and sighed as she did so. Something that she would not teil seemed passing within her, and sobered her playful mood. But there was this noticeable in Gertrude : whatever took away from her gayety, increased her tenderness. The infirmities of her frame never touched her temper. She was kind — gentle — loving to the last. They had crossed to the opposite banks, to visit the castle of Hammerstein. The evening was transparently serene and clear ; and the warmth of the sun yet lingered upon the air, even though the twilight had passed and the moon risen, as their boat returned by a lengthened pas- sage to the village. Broad and straight flows the Rhine in this part of its career. On one side lay the wooded village THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 107 of Namedy, the hamlet of Fornech, backed by the blue rock of Kruezborner Ley, the mountains that shield the mysteri- ous Brohl : and, on the opposite shore, they saw the mighty rock of Hammerstein, with the green and livid ruins sleeping in the melancholy moonlight. Two towers rose haughtily above the more dismantled wrecks. How changed since the alternate banners of the Spaniard and the Swede waved from their ramparts, in that great war in which the gorgeous Wal- lenstein won his laurels ! And in its might\' calm, flowed on the ancestral Rhine, the vessel reflected on its smooth ex- panse ; and above, girded by thin and shadowy clouds, the moon cast her shadows upon rocks covered with verdure, and brought into a dim light the twin spires of Andernach, tranquil in the distance. " How beautiful is this hour ! " said Gertrvide, with a low voice : "surely we do not live enough in the night; one half the beauty of the world is slept away. What in the day can equal the' holy calm, the loveliness, and the stillness which the moon now casts over the earth ? These," she continued, pressing Trevylyan's hand, " are hours to remember ; and jv//, — will you ever forget them ? " Something there is in recollections of such times and scenes that seem not to belong to the real life, but are rather an episode in its history ; they are like some wandering into a more ideal world ; they refuse to blend with our ruder as- sociations ; they live in us, apart and alone, to be treasured ever, but not lightly to be recalled. There are none living to whom we can confide them, — who can sympathize with what then we felt ? It is this that makes poetry, and that page which we create as a confidant to ourselves, necessary to the thoughts that weigh upon the breast. We write, for our writing is our friend, the inanimate paper is our confessional ; we pour forth on it the thoughts that we could tell to no private ear, and are relieved — are consoled. And, if genius has one prerogative dearer than the rest, it is that which en- ables it to do honor to the dead — to revive the beauty, the virtue that are no more ; to wreathe chaplets that outlive the day round the urn which were else forgotten by the world ! When the poet mourns, in his immortal verse, for the dead, tell me not that fame is in his mind ! it is filled by thoughts, by emotions that shut out the living. He is breath- ing to his genius — to that sole and constant friend, which has grov/n up with him from his cradle — the sorrows too delicate lo8 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. for human sympathy ; and M'hen afterwards he consigns the confession to the crowd, it is indeed from the hope of honor, — honor not for himself, but for the being that is no more CHAPTER XVII. Letter from Trevylyan to * * * *. Coblentz. "I AM obliged to you, my dear friend, for your letter; which, indeed, I have not, in the course of our rapid journey, had the leisure, perhaps the heart, to answer before. But we are staying in this town for some days, and I write now in the early morning, ere any one else in the hotel is awake. Do not tell me of adventure, of politics, of intrigues ; my nature is altered. I threw down your letter animated and brilliant as it was, with a sick and revolted heart. But I am now in somewhat less dejected spirits. Gertrude is better — yes really better ; there is a physician here who gives me hope, my care is perpetually to amuse, and never fatigue her — never to permit her thoughts to rest upon herself. For I have im- agined that illness cannot, at least in the unexhausted vigor of our years, fasten upon us irremediably, unless we feed it with our own belief in its existence. You see men of the most delicate frames engaged in active and professional pur- suits, who literally have no time for illness. Let them be- come idle — let them take care of themselves — let them think of their health — and they die ! The rust rots the steel which use preserves ; and, thank Heaven, although Gertrude, once during our voyage, seemed roused, by an inexcusable impru- dence of emotion on my part, into some suspicion of her state, yet it passed away ; for she thinks rarely of herself — I am ever in her thoughts and seldom from her side, and you know, toe, the sanguine and credulous nature of her disease. But, indeed, I now hope more than I have done since I knew her. " When, after an excited and adventurous life, which had comprised so many changes in so few years, I found myself at rest in the bosom of a retired and remote part of the country, and Gertrude and her father were my only neighbors, I wa? THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 109 in that state of mind in which the passions, recruited by soU- tude, are accessible to the purer and more divine emotions. I was struck by Gertrude's beauty ; I was charmed by her simphcity. Worn in the usages and fashions of the world, the inexperience, the trustfulness, the exceeding youth of her mind, charmed and touched me ; but when I saw the stamp of our national disease in her bright eye and transparent cheek, I felt my love chilled while my interest was increased. I fancied myself safe, and I went daily into the danger ; I nnagined so pure a light could not burn, and I was consumed. Not till my anxiety grew into pain, my interest into terror, did I know the secret of my own heart ; and at the moment that I discovered this secret, I discovered also that Gertrude loved me ! What a destiny was mine ! what happiness, yet what misery ! Gertrude was my own — but for what period ? I might touch that soft hand — I might listen to the tenderest confession from that silver voice — but all the while my heart spoke of passion, my reason whispered of death. You know that I am considered of a cold and almost callous nature, that I am not easily moved to affection, but my very pride bowed me here into weakness. There was so soft a demand upon my protection, so constant an appeal to my anxiety. You know that my father's quick temper burns within me, that I am hot, and stern, and exacting ; but one hasty word, one thought of myself, here were inexcusable. So brief a time might be left for her earthly happiness — could I embitter one moment ? All that feeling of uncertainty which should in prudence have prevented my love, increased it almost to a preternatural excess. That which it is said mothers feel for an only child in sickness, I feel for Gertrude. My existence is not ! — I exist in her ! " Her illness increased upon her at home ; they have recommended travel. She chose the course we were to pursue, and, fortunately, it was so familiar to me, that I have been enabled to brighten the way. I am ever on the watch that she shall not know a weary hour ; you would almost smile to see how I have roused myself from my habitual silence ; and to find me — me, the scheming and the worldly actor of real life, plunged back into the early romance of my boyhood, and charming the childish delight of Gertrude with the invention of fables and the traditions of the Rhine. " But I believe I have succeeded in my object ; if not, what is left to me ? Gertrude is better ! In that sentence what visions of hope dawn upon me ! I wish you could have seen no THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. Gertrude before we left England ; you might then have un derstood my love for her. Not that we have not, in the gay capitals of Europe, paid our brief vows to forms more richly beautiful ; not that we have not been charmed by a more brii liant genius,— by a more tutored grace. But there is that irr Gertrude which I never saw before ; the union of the childish and intellectual, an ethereal simplicity, a temper that is nevet dimmed, a tenderness — oh God ! let me not speak of her vir- tues, for they only tell me how little she is suited to the earth. " You will direct to me at Mayence, whither our course now leads us, and your friendship will find indulgence for a letter that is so little a reply to yours. " Your sincere friend, A. G. Trevylyan." CHAPTER XVIII. Coblentz. — Excursion to the Mountains of Taunus ; Roman Tower in the Valley of Ehrenbreitstein. — Travel: its pleasures estimated dif- ferently by the young and the old. — The Student of Heidelberg ; his Criticisms on German Literature. Gertrude had, indeed, apparently rallied during their stay at Coblentz ; and a French physician established in the town (who adopted a peculiar treatment for consumption, which had been attended with no ordinary success), gave her father and Trevylyan a sanguine assurance of her ultimate recovery. The time they passed within the white walls of Coblentz was, therefore the happiest and most cheerful part of their pilgrimage. They visited the various places in its vicinity ; but the excursion which most delighted Gertrude was one to the mountains of Taunus. They took advantage of a beautiful September day ; and, crossing the river, connnenced their tour from the Thai, or valley of Ehrenbreitstein. They stopped on their way to view the remains of a Roman tower in the valley ; for the whole of that district bears frequent witness of the ancient conquerors of the world. The mountains of Taunus are still intersected with the roads which the Romans cut to the mines that sup- plied them with silver. Roman urns, and inscribed stones, are often found in these ancient places. The stones, inscribed with names utterly unknown — a tyoe of the uncertaintv of THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 1 1 1 fame !— the urns, from which the dust is gone — a very satire upon Hfe ! Lone, gray, and mouldering, this tower stands aloft in the valley ; and the quiet Vane smiled to see the uniform of a modern Prussian, with hi? white belt and lifted bayonet, by the spot which had once echoed to the clang of the Roman arms. The soldier was paying a momentary court to a countr}^ damsel, whose straw hat and rustic dress did not stifle the vanit)^ of the sex ; and this rude and humble gal- lantry, in that spot, was another moral in the histoiy of human passions. Above, the rampart of a modern rule frowned down upon the solitary tower, as if in the vain insolence with which present power looks upon past decay ; the living race upon ancestral greatness. And indeed, in this respect, rightly ! • — for modern times have no parallel to that degradation of human dignity stamped upon the ancient world by the long sway of the Imperial Harlot, all slavery herself, yet all tyran- ny to earth : — and, like her own Messalina, at once a prosti- tute and an empress ! They continued their course by the ancient baths of Ems, and keeping by the banks of the romantic Lahn, arrived at Holzapfel. "Ah," said Gertrude, one day, as they proceeded to the springs of the Carlovingian Wisbaden, " surely perpetual travel with those we love must be the happiest state of exist- ence. If home has its comforts, it also has its cares ; but here we are at home with nature, and the minor evils vanish almost before they are felt." " True," said Trevylyan, " we escape from 'the little,' which is the curse of life ; the small cares that devour us up, the grievance of the day. We are feeding the divinest part of our nature, — the appetite to admire." " But of all things wearisome," said Vane, " a succession of changes is the most. There can be a monotony in variety itself. As the eye aches in gazing long at the new shades of the kaleidscope, the mind aches at the fatigue of a constant alternation of objects ; and we delightedly return to rest, which is to life what green is to the earth." In the course of their sojourn among the various baths of Taunus, they fell in, by accident, with a German student of Heidelberg, who was pursuing the pedestrian excursions so peculiarly favored by his tribe. He was tamer and gentler than the general herd of those young wanderers, and our party were much pleased with his enthusiasm, because it was un- ,12 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. affected. He had been in England, and spoke its language almost as a native. " Our literature," said he, one day, conversing with Vane^ " has two faults — we are too subtle and too homely. We do not speak enough to the broad comprehension of mankind ; we are forever making abstract qualities of flesh and blood. Our critics have turned your Hamlet into an allegory ; they will not even allow Shakspeare to paint mankind, but insist on his embodying qualities. They turn poetry into metaphysics, and truth seems to them shallow, unless an allegory, which is false, can be seen at the bottom. Again, too, with our most imaginative works we mix a homeliness that we fancy touch- ing, but which in reality is ludicrous. We eternally step from the sublime to the ridiculous — we want taste," " But not, I hope, French taste. Do not govern a Goethe, or even a Richter, by a Boileau 1 " said Trevylyan, " No, but Boileau's taste was false. Men, who have the reputation for good taste, often acquire it solely because of the want of genius. By taste, I mean a quick tact into the harmony of composition, the art of making the whole consis- tent with its parts, the concinnitas — Schiller alone of our authors has it ; — but we are fast mending ; and, by following shadows so long, we have been led at last to the substance. Our past literature is to us what astrology was to science — ■ false but ennobling, and conducting us to the true language of the intellectual heaven." Another time the scenes they passed, interspersed with the ruins of frequent monasteries, leading them to converse on the monastic life, and the various additions time makes to religion, the German said : " Perhaps one of the works most wanted in the world is the history of religion. We have several books, it is true, on the subject, but none that supply the want I allude to, A German ought to write it ; for it is, probably, only a German that would have the requisite learn- ing. A German only, too, is likely to treat the mighty sub- ject with boldness, and yet with veneration ; without the shallow flippancy of the Frenchman, without the timid sec- tarianism of the English. It would be a noble task, to trace the winding mazes of antique falsehood ; to clear up the first glimmerings of divine truth : to separate Jehovah's word from man's invention ; to vindicate the All-merciful from the dread creeds of bloodshed and of fear : and watching in the great Heaven of Truth the dawning of the True Star, follow it — like the Magi of the East — till it rested above the real THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE, "3 God. Not indeed presuming to such a task," continued the German, with a slight blush, " I have about me an humble essay, which treats only of one part of that august subject ; which, leaving to a loftier genius the history of the true re- ligion, may be considered as the history of a false one ; — of such a creed as Christianity supplanted in the North ; or such as may perhaps be found among the fiercest of the sav- age tribes. It is a fiction — as you may conceive ; but yet, by a constant reference to the early records of human learn- ing, I have studied to weave it up from truths. If you would like to hear it — it is very short " " Above all things," said Vane ; and the German drew a manuscript, neatly bound, from his pocket. " After having myself criticised so insolently the faults of our national literature," said he, smiling, " you will have a right to criticise the faults that belong to so humble a dis ciple of it. But you will see that, though I commenced with, the allegorical or the supernatural, I have endeavored to avoid the subtlety of conceit, and the obscurity of design, which I blame in the wilder of our authors. As to the style, I wished to suit it to the subject ; it ought to be, unless I err, rugged and massive, hewn, as it were, out of the rock of primaeval language. But you, madam ; — doubtless you do not under- stand German ? " " Her mother was an Austrian," said Vane ; " and she knows at least enough of the tongue to understand you ; so pray begin." Without further preface, the German then commenced the story which the reader will find translated* in the next chapter. CHAPTER XIX. The Fallen Star ; or the history of a false Religon. And the Stars sat, each on his ruby throne, and watched with sleepless eyes upon the world. It was the night usher- ing in the new year, a night on which every star receives * Nevertheless I beg to state seriously, that the German student is an impostor ', and that he has no right to wrest the parentage of the fictioB from the true author. 114 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. -from the archangel that then visits the universal galaxy, its peculiar charge. The destinies of men and empires are then portioned forth for the coming year, and, unconsciously to ourselves, our fates become minioned to the stars. A hushed and solemn night is that in which the dark Gates of Time open to receive the ghost of the Dead Year, and the young and radiant Stranger rushes forth from the clouded chasms of Eternity. On that night, it is said, that there are given to the spirits that we see not, a privilege and a power : the dead are troubled in their forgotten graves, and men feast and laugh, while demon and angel are contending for their doom. It was night in heaven ; all was unutterably silent, the music of the spheres had paused, and not a sound came from the angels of the stars ; and they who sat upon those shining thrones were three thousand and ten, each resembling each. Eternal youth clothed their radiant limbs with celestial beauty, and on their faces was written the dread of calm, that fearful stillness which feels not, sympathizes not, with the dooms over which it broods. War, tempest, pestilence, the rise of em- pires, and their fall, they ordain, they compass, unexultant and uncompassionate. The fell and thrilling crimes that stalk abroad when the world sleeps, the parricide with his stealthy step, and horrent brow, and lifted knife ; the un- wifed mother that glides out and looks behind, and behind, and shudders, and casts her babe upon the river, and hears the wail, and pities not — the splash, and does not tremble ; — these the starred kings behold — to these they lead the uncon- scious step ; but the guilt blanches not their lustre, neither doth remorse wither their unwrinkled youth. Each star wore a kingly diadem ; round the loins of each was a graven belt, graven with many and mighty signs ; and the foot of each was on a burning ball, and the right arm drooped over the knee as they bent down from their thrones ; they moved not a limb or feature, save the finger of the right hand, which ever and anon moved, slowly pointing, and regulating the fates of men as the hand of the dial speaks the career of time. One only of the three thousand and ten wore not the same aspect as his crowned brethren, a star smaller than the rest, and less luminous : the countenance of this star was not impressed with the awful calmness of the others ; but there were suUenness and discontent upon his mighty brow. And this star said to himself, — " Behold ! I am created less glorious than my fellows, and the archangel apportions THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE, 115 not to me the same lordly destinies. Not for me are the dooms of kings and bards, the rulers of empires, _ or, yet nobler, the swayers and harmonists of soul. Sluggish are the spirits and base the lot of the men I am ordained to lead through a dull life to a fameless grave. And wherefore? — is it mine own fault, or is it the fault which is not mine, that I was woven of beams less glorious than my brethren ? Lo ! when the archangel comes, I will bow not my crowned head to his decrees. I will speak, as the ancestral Lucifer before me : he rebelled because of his glory, /because of rny obscurity ; he from the ambition of pride, and / from its dis- content." And while the star was thus communing with himself, the upward heavens were parted as by a long river of light and adown that stream swiftly, and without sound, sped the archangel visitor of the stars ; his vast limbs floated in the liquid lustre, and his outspread wings, each plume the glory of a sun, bore him noiselessly along ; but thick clouds veiled his lustre from the eyes of mortals, and while above all was bathed in the serenity of his splendor, tempest and storm broke below over the children of the earth : " He bowed the heavens and came down, and darkness was under his feet." And the stillness on the faces of the stars became yet more still, and the awfulness was humbled into awe. Right above their thrones paused the course of the archangel ; and his wings stretched from east to west, overshadowing with the shadow of light the immensity of space. Then forth, in the shining stillness, rolled the dread music of his voice : and, fulfilling the heraldr\' of God, to each star he appointed the duty and the charge, and each star bowed his head yet lower as he heard the fiat, while his throne rocked and trem- bled at the Majesty of the World. But at last, when each of the brighter stars had, in succession, received the mandate, and the vice-royalty over the nations of the earth, the purple and diadems of kings, the archangel addressed the lesser star as he sat apart from his fellows: "Behold," said the archangel, " the rude tribes of the north, the fishermen of the river that flows beneath, and the hunters of the forests that darken the mountain-tops with ver- dure I these be thy charge, and their destinies thy care. Noi deem thou, O star of the sullen beams, that thy duties are less glorious than the duties of thy brethren : for the peasant is not less to thy master and mine than the monarch ; nor doth the doom of empires rest more upon the sovereign than IK THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE on the herd. The passions and the heart are the dominion of the stars, — a mighty realm ; nor less mighty beneath the hide that garbs the shepherd, than under the jewelled robes of the eastern kings." Then the star lifted his pale front from his breast, and answered the archangel : — " Lo ! " he said, " ages have passed, and each year thou hast appointed me to the same ignoble charge. Release me I pray thee, from the duties that I scorn ; or, if thou wilt that the lowlier race of men be my charge, give unto me the charge not of many, but of one, and suffer me to breathe in- to him the desire that spurns the valleys of life, and ascends its steeps. If the humble are given to me, let there be amongst them one whom I may lead on the mission that shall abase the proud ; for, behold, O Appointer of the Stars, as I have sat for uncounted years upon my solitary throne, brood- ing over the things beneath, my spirit hath gathered wisdom from the changes that shift below. Looking upon the tribes of earth, I have seen how the multitude are swayed,and tracked the steps that lead weakness into power ; and fain would I be the ruler of one who, if abased, shall aspire to rule." As a sudden cloud over the face of noon, was the change on the brow of the archangel. " Proud and melancholy star," said the herald, " thy wish would war with the courses of the mvisible destiny, that, throned far above, sways and harmonizes all ; the source from which the lesser rivers of fate are eternally gushing through the heart of the universe of things. Thinkest thou that thy wisdom, of itself, can lead the peasant to become a king ? " And the crowned star gazed undauntedly on the face of the archangel, and answered, — " Yea ! — grant me but one trial ! " Ere the archangel could reply, the farthest centre of the heaven was rent as by a thunderbolt ; and the divine herald covered his face with his hands, and a voice low and sweet, and mild with the consciousness of unquestionable power, spoke forth to the repining star. " The time has arrived when thou mayest have thy wish. Below thee, upon yon solitary plain, sits a mortal, gloomy as thyself, who, born under thy influence, may be moulded to thy will." The voice ceased as the voice of a dream. Silence was over the seas of space, and the archangel, once more borne aloft, slowly soared away into the farther heavens to promul THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 117 gate the divine bidding to the stars of far-distant worlds. But the soul of the discontented star exulted within itself ; and it said, " I will call forth a king from the valley of the herdsmen, that shall trample on the kings subject to my fel- lows, and render the charge of the contemned star more glo- rious than the minions of its favored brethren ; thus shall I revenge neglect — thus shall I prove my claim hereafter to the heritage of the great of earth ! " TV "ff ^ nv W •% 'ff * ^ W "flr 'BF At that time, though the world has rolled on for ages, and the pilgrimage of man had passed through various states of existence, which our dim traditionary knowledge has not preserved, yet the condition of our race in the northern hem- isphere was then what we, in our imperfect lore, have con- ceived to be among the earliest. ****** ****** ****** By a rude and vast pile of stones, the masonr}' of art for gotten, a lonely man sat at midnight, gazing upon the heavens ; a storm had just passed from the earth — the clouds had rolled away, and the high stars looked down upon the rapid waters of the Rhine ; and no sound save the roar of the waves and the dripping of the rain from the mighty trees was heard around the ruined pile ; the white sheep lay scattered on the plain, and slumber with them. He sat watching over the herd, lest the foes of a neighboring tribe seized them una- wares, and thus he communed with himself : " The king sits upon his throne, and is honored by a warrior race, and the warrior exults in the trophies he has won ; the step of the huntsman is bold upon the mountain-top, and his name is sung at night round the pine-fires, by the lips of the bard ; and the bard himself hath honor in the hall. But I, who belong not to the race of kings, and whose limbs can bound not to the rapture of war, nor scale the eyries of the eagle and the haunts of the swift stag ; whose hand cannot string the harp_ and whose voice is harsh in the song ; / have neither honor nor command, and men bow not the head as I pass along ; yet do I feel within me the consciousness of a great powei that should rule my species — not obey. My eye pierces the secret hearts of men — I see their thoughts ere their lips pro- claim them ; and I scorn, while I see, the weakness and the Ii8 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. vices which I never shared — I laugh at the madness of the warrior — I mock witliin my soul at the tyranny of kings. Surely there is someihing in man's nature more fitted to command — more worthv of renown, than the sinews of the arm, or the swiftness of the feet, or the accident of birth ! " As Morven, the son of Osslah, thus mused within himself, still looking at the heavens, the solitary man beheld a stai suddenly shooting from itg place, and speeding through tlie silent air, till it suddenly paused right over the midlight river, and facing the inmate of the pile of stones. As he gazed upon the star, strange thoughts grew slowly over him. He drank, as it were, from its solemn aspect, the spirit of a great design. A dark cloud rapidly passing over the earth, snatched the star from his sight, but left to his awak- ened mind the thoughts and the dim scheme that had come to him as he gazed. When the sun arose, one of his brethren relieved him from his charge over the herd, and he went away, but not to his father's home. Musingly he plunged into the dark and leafless recesses of the winter forest, and shaped out of his wild thoughts, more palpably and clearly, the outline of his daring hope. While thus absorbed, he heard a great noise in the forest, and, fearful lest the hostile tribe of the Alrich might pierce that way, he ascended one of the loftiest pine- trees, to whose perpetual verdure the winter had not denied the shelter he sought, and, concealed by its branches, he looked anxiouslv forth in the direction whence the noise had proceeded. And it came — it came with a tramp and a crash, and a crushing tread upon the crunched boughs and matted leaves that strewed the soil — it came — it came, the monster that the world now holds no more — the mighty Mammoth of the North ! Slowly it moved in its huge strength along, and its burning eyes glittered through the gloomy shade ; its jaws, falling apart, showed the grinders with which it snapped asunder the young oaks of the forest ; and the vast tusks, which curved downward to the midst of its massive limbs, glistened white and ghastly, curdling the blood of one destined hereafter to be the dreadest ruler of the men of that distant age. The livid eyes of the monster fastened on the form of the herdsman, even amidst the thick darkness of the pine. It paused — it glared upon him — its jaws opened, and a low deep sound, as of gathering thimder, seemed to the son of Osslah as the knell of a dreadful grave. But after glaring on him THE PILGRIMS OF THE RIIIAE. ng for some moments, it again, and calmly, pursued its terrible way, crushing the boughs as it marched along, till the last sound of its heavy tread died away upon his ear.* Ere yet, liowever, Morven summoned the courage to de- scend the tree, he saw the shining of arms through the bare branches of the wood, and presently a small band of the hos- tile Alrich came into sight. He was perfectly hidden from them ; and, listening as they passed him, he heard one say to another, — " " The night covers all things ; why attack them by day ? " And he who seemed the chief of the band, answered, — " Right. To-night, when they sleep in their city, we will upon them. Lo ! they will be drenched in wine, and fall like sheep into our hands." " But where, O chief," said a third of the band, " shall our men hide during the day ? for there are many hunters among the youth of the Oestrich tribe, and they might see us in the forest unawares, and arm their race against our coming." " I have prepared for that," answered the chief. " Is not the dark cavern of Oderlin at hand .'' Will it not shelter us from the eyes of the victims .-' " Then the men laughed, and, shouting, they went their way adown the forest. When they were gone, Morven cautiously descended, and striking into a broad path, hastened to a vale that lay be- tween the forest and the river in which was the city where the chief of his countiy dwelt. As he passed by the warlike men, giants in that day, who thronged the streets (if streets they might be called), their half garments parting from their huge limbs, the quiver at their backs, and the hunting-spear in their hands, they laughed and shouted out, and, pointing to him, cried, " Morven, the woman ! Morven, the cripple ! what dost thou among men .-' " For the son of Osslah was small in stature and of slender strength, and his step had halted from his birth ; but he passed ihrough the warriors unheedingly. At the outskirts of the city he came upon a tall pile in which some old men dwelt by themselves, and counselled the king when times of danger, or when the failure of season, the famine or the drought, per- * The critic will perceive that this sketcl of the beast, whose rsce has perished, is mainly intended to designate the remote period of the world in which the tale is cast. I20 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. plexed the ruler, and clouded the savage fronts of his war- rior tribe. They gave the counsels of experience, and when experi- ence failed, they drew in their believing ignorance, assur- ances and omens from the winds of heaven, the changes of the moon, and the flights of the wandering birds. Filled (by the voices of the elements, and the variety of mysteries which ever shift along the face of things, unsolved by the wonder which pauses not, the fear which believes, and that eternal reasoning of all experience, which assigns causes to effect) with the notion of superior powers, they assisted their ignorance by the conjectures of their superstition. But as yet they knew no craft and practised no voluntary delusion, they trembled too much at the mysteries which had created their faith to seek to belie them. They counselled as they believed, and the bold dream of governing their warriors and their kings by the wisdom of deceit had never dared to cross men thus worn and gray with age. The son of Osslah entered the vast pile with a fearless step, and approached the place at the upper end of the hall where the old men sat in conclave. " How, baseborn and craven-limbed ! " cried the eldest, who had been a noted warrior in his day ; '* darest thou enter unsummoned amidst the secret councils of the wise men ? Knowest thou not, scatterling ! that the penalty is death ? " " Slay me, if thou wilt," answered Morven, " but hear ! As I sat last night in the ruined palace of our ancient kings, tending, as my father bade me, the sheep that grazed around, lest the fierce tribe of Alrich should descend unseen from the mountains upon the herd, a storm came darkly on ; and when the storm had ceased and I looked above on the sky, I saw a star descend from its height towards me, and a voice from the star said, ' Son of Osslah, leave thy herd and seek the council of the wise men, and say unto them, that they take thee as one of their number, or that sudden will be the de- struction of them and theirs.' But I had courage to answer the voice, and I said, ' Mock not the poor son of the herds- man. Behold they will kill me if I utter so rash a word, foi I am poor and valueless in the eyes of the tribe of Oestrich, and the great in deeds, and the gray of hair, alone sit in the council of the wise man." " Then the voice said, ' Do my bidding, and I will give thee a token that thou comest from the Powers that sway the seasons and sail upon the eagles of the winds. Say unto the THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 12 1 wise men that this very night, if they refuse to receive thee of their band, evil shall fall upon them, and the morrow shall dawn in blood. " Then the voice ceased, and the cloud passed over the star ; and I communed with myself, and came, O dread fathers, mourntullv unto you. For I feared that ye would smite me because of my bold tongue, and that ye would sen- tence me to ihe death, in that I asked what may scarce be given to the sons of kings." Then the grim elders looked one at the other, and mar- velled much, nor knew they what answer they should make to the herdsman's son. At length one of the wise men said, " Surely there must be truth in the son of Osslah, for he would not dare to falsify the great lights of Heaven. If he had given unto men the words of the star, verily we might doubt the truth. But who would brave the vengeance of the gods of night ? " Then the elders shook their heads approvingly ; but one answered and said, — " Shall we take the herdsman's son as our equal ? No ! " The name of the man who thus answered was Darvan, and his words were pleasing to the elders. But Morven spoke out : " Of a truth, O councillors of kings ! I look not to be an equal with yourselves. Enough if I tend the gates of your palace, and sei-ve you as the son of Osslah may serve ; " and he bowed his head humbly as he spoke. Then said the chief of the elders, for he was wiser than the others, " But how wilt thou deliver us from the evil that is to come .-* Doubtless the star has informed thee of the service thou canst render to us if we take thee into our palace, as well as the ill that will fall on us if we refuse. Morven answered meekly, ' Surely, if thou acceptest thy servant, the star will teach him that which may requite thee ; but as yet he knows only what he has uttered." Then the sages bade him withdraw, and they communed with themselves, and they differed much ; but though fierce men, and bold at the war-cry of a human foe, they shuddered at the prophecy of a star. So they resolved to take the son of Osslah, and suffer him to keep the gate of the council- hall. He heard their decree and bowed his head, and went to the gate, and sat down by it in silence. And the sun went down in the west, and the first stars 122 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. of the twilight began to glimmer, when Morven started from his seat, and a trembling appeared to seize his limbs. His lips foamed ; an agony and a fear possessed him ; he writhed as a man whom the spear of a foeinan has pierced with a mortal wound, and suddenly fell upon his face on the stony earth. The elders approached him ; wondering, they lifted him up. He slowly recovered as from a swoon ; his eyes rolled wildly. " Heard ye not the voice of the star ? " he said. And the chief of the elders answered, " Nay, we heard no sound." Then Morven sighed heavily. " To me only the word was given. Summon instantly, O councillors of the king! summon the armed men, and all the youth of the tribe, and let them take the sword and the spear, and follow thy servant. For lo ! the star hath an- nounced to him that the foe shall fall into our hands as the wild beast of the forests." The son of Osslah spoke with the voice of command, and the elders were amazed. " Why pause ye ? " he cried. " Do the gods of the night lie ? On my head rest the peril if I deceive ye." Then the elders communed together ; and they went forth and summoned the men of arms, and all the young of the tribe ; and each man took the sword and the spear, and Morven also. And the son of Osslah walked first, still look- ing up at the star ; and he motioned them to be silent, and move with a stealthy step. So they went through the thickest of the forest, till they came to the mouth of a great cave, overgrown with aged and matted trees, and it was called the cave of Oderlin ; and he bade the leaders place the armed men on either side of the cave, to the right and to the left, among the bushes. So they watched silently till the night deepened, when they heard a noise in the cave and the sound of feet, and forth came an armed man : and the spear of Morven pierced him, and he fell dead at the mouth of the cave. Another and another, and both fell ! Then loud and long was heard the war-cry of Alrich, and forth poured, as a stream over a narrow bed, the river of armed men. And the sons of Oestrich fell upon them, and the foe were sorely perplexed and terrified by the suddenness of the battle and the dark- ness of the night ; and there was a great slaughter. And when the morning came, the children of Oestrich, THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 123 counted the slain, and found the leader of Alrich and the chief men of the tribe amongst them, and great was the joy thereof. So they went back in triumph to the city, and they carried the brave son of Osslah on their shoulders, and shouted forth, " Glory to the servant of the star," And Morven dwelt in the council of the wise men. Now tlie king of the tribe had one daughter, and she was stately amongst the women of the tribe, and fair to look upon. And Morven gazed upon her with the eyes of love, but he did not dare to speak. Now the son of Osslah laughed secretly at the foolishness of men ; he loved them not, for they had mocked him ; he honored them not, for he had blinded the wisest of their elders. He shunned their feasts and merriment, and lived apart and solitary. The austerity of his life increased the mys- terous homage which his commune with the stars had won him and the boldest of the warriors bowed his head to the favorite of the gods. One day he was wandering by the side of the river, and he saw a large bird of prey rise from the waters, and give chase to a hawk that had not yet gained the full strength of its wings. From his 3'outh the solitary Morven had loved to watch, in the great forests and by the banks of the mighty stream, the habit of the things which nature has submitted to man ; and looking now on the birds, he said to himself, " Thus is it ever ; by cunning or by strength each thing wishes to master its kind." While thus moralizing, the larger bird had stricken down the hawk, and it fell terrified and panting at his feet. Morven took the hawk in his hands, and the vul- ture shrieked above him, wheeling nearer and nearer to its protected prey ; but Morven scared away the vulture, and placing the hawk in his bosom he carried it home, and tended it carefully, and fed it from his hand until it had regained its strength ; and the hawk knew him, and followed him as a dog. And Morven said smiling to himself, '' Behold, the credulous fools around me put faith in the flight and motion of 1 irds. I will teach this poor hawk to minister to my ends." So he tamed the bird, and tutored it according to its nature ; but he concealed it carefully from others, and cherished it in secret. The king of the country was old and like to die, and the eyes of the tribe were turned to his two sons, nor knew they which was the worthier to reign. And Mor\'en passing through the forest one evening saw Jiie younger of the two, who was 124 "^HE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. a gieat hunter, sitting mournfully under an oak, and looking with musing eyes upon the ground. " Wherefore musest thou, O swift-footed Siror ? " said the son of Osslah : " and wherefore art thou sad ? " " Thou canst not assist me," answered the prince, sterAly ; " take thy way." " Nay," answered Morven, " thou knowest not what thou sayest ; am I not the favorite of the stars ? " *' Away ! — I am no graybeard whom the approach of death makes doting : talk not to' me of the stars ; I know only the things that my eye sees and my ear drinks in." " Hush," said Morven, i;oIemnly, and covering his face; " hush ! lest the heavens avenge thy rashness. But, behold, the stars have given unto me to pierce the secret hearts of others ; and I can tell thee the thoughts of thine." " Speak out, baseborn ! " " Thou art the younger of two, and thy name is less known in w^ar than the name of thy brother ; yet wouldst thou desire to be set over his head, and to sit on the high seat of thy father t " The young man turned pale. " Thou hast truth in thy lips," said he, with a faltering voice. " Not from me, but from the stars, descends the truth." " Can the stars grant my wish t " " They can ; let us meet to-morrow." Thus saying, Mor- ven passed into the forest. The next day, at noon, they met again. I have consulted the gods of night, and they have given me the power that I prayed for, but on one condition." " Name it." " That thou sacrifice thy sister on their altars ; thou must build up a heap of stones, and take thy sister into the wood, and lay her on the pile, and plunge thy sword into her heart ; so only shalt thou reign." TTie prince shuddered, and started to his feet, and shook his spear at the pale front of Morven. " Tremble," said the son of Osslah, with a loud voice. " Hark to the gods, who threaten thee with death that thou hast dared to lift thine arm against their servant ! " As he spoke, the thunder rolled above ; for one of the frequent storms of the early summer was about to break. The spear dropped from the prince's hand, he sat down and cast his eyes on the ground. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. "S " Wilt thou do the bidding of the stars, and reign ? " said Morven. " I will ! " cried Siror, with a desperate voice, " This evening, then, when the sun sets, thou wilt lead her hither, alone ; I may not attend thee. Now, let us pile the stones." Silently the huntsman bent his vast strength to the frag- ments of rock that Morven pointed to him, and they built the altar, and went their way. And beautiful is the dying of the great sun, when the last song of the birds fades into the lap of silence ; when the islands of the cloud are bathed in light, and the first star springs up over the grave of day ! " Whither leadest thou my steps, my brother ? " said Orna ; " and why doth thy lip quiver ? and why dost thou turn away thy fact. ? " " Is not the forest beautiful ? does it not tempt us forth, my sister ?" " And wherefore are those heaps of stone piled to- gether ? " " Let others answer ; /piled them not." " Thou tremblest, brother : we will return." " Not so : by those stones is a bird that my shaft pierced to-day ; a bird of beautiful plumage that I slew for thee." "We are by the pile ; where hast thou laid the bird .'' " " Here ! " cried Siror ; and he seized the maiden in his arms, and, casting her on the rude altar, he drew forth his sword to smite her to the heart. Right over the stones rose a giant oak, the growth of im- memorial ages ; and from the oak, or from the heavens, broke forth a loud and solemn voice, " Strike not, son of kings ! the stars forbear their own : the maiden thou shalt not slay ; yet shalt thou reign over the race of Oestrich ; and thou shalt give Orna as a bride to the favorite of the stars. Arise and go thy way ! " The voice ceased ; the terror of Orna had overpowered for a time the springs of life ; and Siror bore her home through the wood in his strong arms. " Alas ! " said Morven, when, at the next day, he again met the aspiring prince ; " alas ! the stars have ordained me a lot which my heart desires not : for I, lonely of life, and crippled of shape, am insensible to the fires of love ; and ever, as thou and thy tribe know, I have shunned the eyes o\ 120 THE PILGRIMS OP THE RHINE. women, for the maidens laughed at my halting step and my sullen features; and so in my youth' I learned betimes to banish all thoughts of love. But since they told me (as they declared to thee), that only through that marriage, thou, O beloved prince ? canst obtain thy father's plumed crown,. I yield me to their will." "But," said the prince, "not until I am king can I give thee my sister in marriage; for thou knowest that my sire would smite me to the dust, if I asked him to give the flower of our race to the son of the herdsman Osslah." " Thou speakest the words of truth. Go home and fear not : but, when thou art king, the sacrifice must be made, and Orna mine. Alas } how can I dare to lift my eyes to her ! But so ordained the dread kings of night ! — who shall gain- say their word ? " " The day that sees me king, sees Orna thine," answered the prince. Morven walked forth, as was his wont, alone ; and he said to himself, "The king is old, yet may he live long be- tween me and mine hope ? " and he began to cast in his mind how he might shorten the time. Thus absorbed, he wandered on so unheedingly, that night advanced, and he had lost his path among the thick W'oods, and knew not how to regain his house : so he lay down quietly beneath a tree, and rested till day dawned ; then hunger came upon him, and he searched among the bushes for such simple roots as those with which — for he was ever careless of food — he was used to appease the craving of nature. He found, among other more familiar herbs and roots, a red berry of a sweetish taste, which he had never obser^•ed before. He ate of it sparingly, and had not proceeded far in the wood before he found his eyes swim, and a deadly sickness came over him. For several hours he lay convulsed on the ground, expecting death ; but the gaunt spareness of his frame, and his unvarying abstinence, pre- vailed over the poison, and he recovered slowly, and after great anguish : but he went with feeble steps back to the spot where the berries grew, and, plucking several, hid them in his bosom, and by nightfall regained the city. The next day he went forth among his father's herbs and seizing a lamb, forced some of the berries into its stomach and the lamb escaping ran away, and fell down dead. Then Morven took some more of the berries and boiled them down, and mixed the juice with wine, and he ga^^ the wine in .secret to one of his father's servants, and the ser\'ant died. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 127 Then Mon-en sought the king, and coming into his pres- ence alone, he said unto him, " How fares my lord ? " The king sat on a couch, made of the skins of wolves, and his eye was glassy and dim ; but vast were his aged limbs and huge' was his stature, and he had been taller by a head than the children of men, and none living could bend the bow he had bent in youth. Gray, gaunt, and worn, as some mighty bones that are dug at times from the bosom of the earth, — a relic of the strength of old. And the king said, faintly, and with a ghastly laugh, — " The men of my years fare ill. What avails my strength ? Better had I been born a cripple like thee,^so should I have had nothing to lament in growing old." The red flush passed over Morven's brow ; but he bent humbly, — • " O king, what if I could give thee back thy youth ? what if I could restore to thee the vigor which distinguished thee above the sons of men, when the warriors of Alrich fell like grass before thy sword t " Then the king uplifted his dull eyes, and he said, — "What meanest thou, son of Osslah ! Surely I hear much of thy great wisdom, and how thou speakest nightly with the stars. Can the gods of the night give unto thee the secret to make the old young ? " " Tempt them not by doubt," said Morven, reverently. " All things are possible to the rulers of the dark hour ; and, lo ! the star that loves thy servant spake to him at the dead of night and said ' Arise, and go unto the king ; and tell him that the stars honor the tribe of Oestrich, and remember how the king bent his bov/ against the sons of Alrich ; wherefore, look thou under the stone that lies to the right of thy dwelling even beside the pine-tree, and thou shalt see a vessel of clay, and in the vessel thou wilt find a sweet liquid, that shall make the king thy master forget his age for ever. Therefore, my lord, when the morning rose I went forth, and looked under the stone, and behold the vessel of clay ; and I have brought it hither for my lord the king." " Quick — slave — quick ! that 1 may drink and regain my youth ! " " Nay, listen, O king ! farther said the star to me, — " ' It' is only at night, when the stars have power that this their gift will avail ; wherefore, the king must wait till the hush of the midnight, when the moon is high, and then may he mingle the liquid with his wine. And he must reveal to 128 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. none that he hath received the gift from the hand of the ser- vant of the stars. For they do their work in secret, and when men sleep ; therefore they love not the babble of mouths, and he who reveals their benefits shall surely die.' " " Fear not," said the king, grasping the vessel ; " none shall know : and, behold, I will rise on the morrow; and my two sons — wrangling for my crown, — verily I shall be younger than they ! " Then the king laughed loud ; and he scarcely thanked the servant of the stars, neither did he promise him reward ; for the kings in those days had little thought, — save for them- selves. And Morven said to him, " Shall I not attend my lord ? for without me, perchance, the drug might fail of its effect." ' Ay," said the king, " rest here." " Nay," replied Morven ; " thy servants will marvel and talk much, if they see the son of Osslah sojourning in thy palace. So would the displeasure of the gods of night per- chance be incurred. Suffer that the lesser door of the palace be unbarred, so that at the night hour, when the moon is midway in the heavens, I may steal unseen into thy chamber, and mix the liquid with thy wine." " So be it," said the king. " Thou art wise, though thy limbs are crooked and curt ; and the stars might have chosen a taller man." Then the king laughed again and Morven laughed too, but there was danger in the mirth of the son of Osslah. The night had begim to wane, and the inhabitants of Oestrich were buried in deep sleep, when, hark ! a sharp voice was heard cr}dng out in the streets, " Woe, woe ! A- wake, ye sons of Oestrich — woe ! " Then forth, wild — hag- gard — alarmed — spear in hand, rushed the giant sons of the rugged tribe, and they saw a man on a height in the middle of the city, shrieking " Woe ! " and it was Morven, the son of Osslah ! And he said unto them, as they gathered round him, " Men and warriors, tremble as ye hear. The star of the west hath spoken to me, and thus said the star : — " Evil shall fall upon the kingly house of Oestrich, — yea, ere the morning dawn ; wherefore, go thou mourning into the streets, and wake the inhabitants to woe ! ' So I rose, and did the bidding of the star." And while Morven was yet speaking, a servant of the king's house ran up to the crowd, crying loudly — " The king is dead ! " So they went into the palace and ^'ound the king stark upon his couch, and his huge limbs THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 129 all cramped and crippled by the pangs of death, and his hands clenched as if in menace of a foe — the Foe of all living flesh ! Then fear came on the gazers, and they looked on Morven with a deeper awe than the boldest warrior would have called forth ; and they bore him back to the council-hall of the wise men, wailing and clashing their arms, in woo, and shouting, ever and anon, " Honor to Morven the Prophet ! " And that was the first time the word prophet was ever used in those countries. And at noon, on the third day from the king's death, Siror sought Morven, and he said, " Lo, my father is no more, and the people meet this evening at sunset to elect his successor, and the warriors and the young men will surely choose my brother, tor he is more known in war. Fail me not, there- fore." " Peace, boy ! " said Morven, sternly ; " nor dare to ques- tion the truth of the gods of night." For Morv^en now began to presume on his power among the joeople, and to speak as rulers speak, even to the sons of kings. And the voice silenced the fiery Siror, nor dared he to reply. " Behold," said Morv^en, taking up a chaplet of colored plumes, " wear this on thy head, and put on a brave face, for the people like a hopeful spirit, and go down with thy brother to the place where the new king is to be chosen, and leave the rest to the stars. But, above all things, forget not that chaplet ; it has been blessed by the gods of night." The prince took the chaplet and returned home. It was evening, and the wariiors and chiefs of the tribe were assembled in the place where the new king was to be elected. And the voices of the many favored Prince Voltock, the brother of Siror, for he had slain twelve foemen with his spear ; and verily, in those days, that was a great virtue in a king. Suddenly there was a shout in the streets, and the people cried out, " Way for Morven the Prophet, the prophet!" For the people held the son of Osslah in even greater respect than did the chiefs. Now, since he had become of note, Morven had assumed a majesty of air which the son of the herdsman knew not in his earlier days ; and albeit his stature was short, and his limbs halted, yet his countenance was grave and high. He only of the tribe wore a garment that swept the ground, and his head was bare, and his long black hair descended to his girdle, and rarely was change or human I^o "TI^^ PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. passion seen in his calm aspect. He feasted not, nor drank wine, nor was his presence frequent in the streets. He laughed not, neither did he smile, save when alone in the forest, and then he laughed at the follies of his tribe. So he walked slowly through the crowd, ne' her turning to the left nor to the right, as the crowd gave way ; and he 3 ipported his steps with a staff of the knotted pine. And when he came to the place where the chiefs were met, and the two princes stood in the centre, he bade the people around him proclaim silence ; then, mounting on a huge fragment of rock, he thus spoke to the multitude : — " Princes, Warriors, and Bards ! ye, O council of the wise men ! and ye, O hunters of the forests, and snarers of the fishes of the streams ! hearken, to Morven, the son of Osslah. Ye 'know that I am lowly of race, and weak of limb ; but did I not give into your hands the tribe of Alrich, and did ye not slay them in the dead of night with a great slaughter ? Surely, ye must know this, of hirnself, did not the herdsman's son ; surely he was but the agent of the bright gods that love the children of Oestrich. Three nights since, when slumber was on the earth, was not my voice heard in the streets ? Did I not proclaim woe to the kingly house of Oestrich ? and rerily the dark arm had fallen on the bosom of the mighty, that Is no more. Could I have dreamed this thing merely in a dream, or was I not as the voice of the bright gods that watch over the tribes of Oestrich ? Wherefore, O men and chiefs ! scorn not the son of Osslah, but listen to his words for are they not the wisdom of the stars ? Behold, last night, I sat alone in the valley, and the trees were hushed around, and not a breath stirred ; and I looked upon the star that counsels the son of Osslah ; and I said, ' Dread conqueror of the cloud ! thou that bathest thy beauty in the streams and piercest the pine-boughs with thy presence, behold thy servant grieved be- cause the mighty one hath passed away, and many foes sur- round the house of my brethren ; and it is well that they should have a king valiant and prosperous in w-ar, the cher- ished of the stars. Wherefore, O star ! as thou gavest into our hands the warriors of Alrich, and didst warn us of the fall of the oak of our tribe, wherefore I pray thee give unto the people a token that they may choose that king whom the gods of the night prefer ! ' Then a low voice, sweeter than the music of the bard, stole along the silence. ' Thy love for thy race is grateful to the stars of night : go then, son of Osslah, and seek the meeting of the chiefs and the people to choose a THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 131 king, and tell them not to scorn thee because thou art slow to the chase, and little known in war ; for the stars give thee wisdom as a recompense for all. Say unto the people that as the wise men of the council shape their lessons by the flight of birds, so by the flight of birds shall a token be given unto them, and they shall choose their kings. For, saith the star of night, the birds are the children of the winds, they pass to and fro along the ocean of the air, and visit the clouds that are the war-ships of the gods. And their music is but broken melodies which they glean from the harps above. Are they not the messengers of the storm ? Ere the stream chafes against the bank, and the rain descends, know )'e not, by the wail of birds and their low circles over the earth, that the tempest is at hand ? Wherefore, wisely do ye deem that the children of the air are the fit interpreters between the pons of men and the lords of the world above. Say then to the people and the chiefs, that they shall take, from among the doves that build their nests in the roof of the palace, a white dove and they shall let it loose in the air, and verily the gods of the night shall deem the dove as a prayer coming from the people, and they shall send a messenger to grant the prayer and give to the tribes of Oestrich a king worthy of themselves.' " With that the star spoke no more." Then the friends of Voltock murmured among themselves, "and they said, " Shall this man dictate to us who shall be king ? " But the people and tlie warriors shouted, " Listen to the star ; do we not give or deny battle according as the bird flies, — shall we not by the same token choose him by whom the battle should be led ? " And the thing seemed natural to them, for it was after the custom of the tribe. Then they took one of the doves that built in the roof of the palace, and they brought it to the spot where Morven stood, and he, looking up to the stars and muttering to himself, released the bird. There was a copse of trees at a little distance from the spot, and as the dove ascended, a hawk suddenly rose from the copse and pursued the dove ; and the dove was terrified, and soared circling high above the crowd, when lo, the hawk, poising itself one moment on its wings, swooped with a sud- den swoop, and, abandoning its prey alighted on the plumed head of Siror. iSa THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. " Behold, " cried Morven in a loud voice, " behold your king ! " " Hail, all hail the king! " shouted the people. " All hail the chosen of the stars !" Then Morven lifted his right hand, and the hawk left the prince and alighted on Morven's shoulder. " Bird of the gods, " said ho reverently, " hast thou not a secret message for my ear 1 " Then the hawk put its beak to Morven's ear, and Morven bowed his head submissively ; and the hawk rested with Morven from that moment, and would not be scared away. And Mors'en said, " The stars have sent me this bird, that, in the daytime when I see them not, we may never be without a counsellor in distress." So Siror was made king, and Morven the son of Osslah was constrained by the king's will to take Orna for his wife ; and the people and the chiefs honored Morven the prophet above all the elders of the tribe. One day Morven said unto himself, musing, " Am I not already equal with the king ? nay, is not the king my servant ? did I not place him over the heads of his brothers .'' am I not, therefore, more fit to reign than he is .-' shall I not push him from his seat ? It is a troublesome and stormy office to reign over the wild men of Oestrich, to feast in the crowded hall, and to lead the warriors to the fray. Surely if I feasted not, neither went out to war, they might say, this is no king, but the cripple Morven ; and some of the race of Siror might slay me secretly. But can I not be greater far than kings, and continue to choose and govern them, living as now at mine own ease ? Verily the stars shall give me a new palace, and many subjects. " Among the \vise men was Darvan ; and Morven feared him, for his eve often sought the movements of the son of Osslah. And Morven said, " It were better to frusf this man than to /'//>/«', for surely I want a helpmate and a friend. " So he said to the wise man, as he sat alone watching the setting sun : — " It seemeth to me O Darvan ! that we ought to build a great pile in honor of the stars, and the pile should be more glorious than all the palaces of the chiefs and the palace of the king ; for are not the stars our masters ? And thou and I should be the chief dwellers in this new palace, and we would serve the gods of night and fatten their altars with the THE IJLGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 133 choicest of the herd, and the freshest of the fruits of the earth." And Darvan, said, " Thou speakest as becomes the ser- vant of the stars. But will the people help to build the pile, for they are a warlike race, and they love not toil ? " And Mor\'en answered, " Doubtless the stars will ordain the work to be done. Fear, not." " In truth thou art a wondrous man, thy words ever come to pass," answered Darvan ; " and I wish thou wouldest teach me, friend, the language of the stars." " Assuredly, if thou ser\-est me, thou shalt know," answered the proud Morven ; and Darvaii was secretly wrath that the son of the herdsman should command the service of an elder and a chief. And when Morven returned to his wife, he found her weep- ing much. Now she loved the son of Osslah with an exceeding love, for he was not savage and fierce as the men she had known, and she was proud of his fame among the tribe ; and he took her in his arms and kissed her, and asked her why she wept. Then she told him that her brother, the king, had visited her, and had spoken bitter words of Morven : " He taketh from me the affection of my people," said Siror, " and blindeth them with lies. And since he hath made me king, what if he take my kingdom from me ? Verily a new tale of the stars might undo the old." And the king had ordered her to keep watch on Morven's secrecy, and to see whether truth was in him when he boasted of his commune with the Powers of Night. But Orna loved Morven better than Siror, therefore she told her husband all. And Morven resented the king's ingratitude, and was troubled much, for a king is a powerful foe ; but he comforted Orna, and bade her dissemble, and complain also of him to her brother, so that he might confide to her unsuspectingly whatsoever he might design against Morven. There was a cave by Morven's house in which he kept the sacred hawk, and wherein he secretly trained and nurtured other birds against future need, and the door of the cave was always barred. And one day he was thus engaged when he beheld a chink in the wall, that he had never noted before, and the sun came playfully in ; and while he looked he per- ceived the sunbeam was darkened, and presently he saw a human face peering in through the chink. And Morven 134 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. trembled, for he knew he had been watched. He ran hastily from the cave, but the spy disappeared amongst the trees ; and Morven went straight to the chamber of Dar- van and sat himself down. And r3arvan did not return home till late, and he started and turned pale when he saw Morv^en. But Morven greeted him as a brother, and bade him to a feast, which, for the first time, he purposed giving at the full of the moon, in honor of the stars. And going out of Dar- van's chamber he returned to his wife, and bade her rend her hair, and go at the dawn of day to the king her brother, and complain bitterly of Morven's treatment, and pluck rhe black plans from the breast of the king. " For surely," said he, " Darvan hath lied to thy brother, and some evil waits me that I would fain know." So the next morning Orna sought the king, and she said, "The herdsman's son hath reviled me, and spoken harsh words to me ; shall I not be avenged .? " Then the king stamped his feet and shook his mighty sword. " Surely thou shalt be avenged, for I have learned from one of the elders that which convinceth me that the man hath lied to the people, and the baseborn shall surely die. Yea, the first time that he goeth alone into the forest, my brother and I will fall upon him, and smite him to the death." And with this comfort Siror dismissed Orna. And Orna flung herself at the feet of her husband. " Fly now, O my beloved ! — fly into the forests afar from my brethren, or surely the sword of Siror will end thy days." Then the son of Osslah folded his arms, and seemed buried in black thoughts ; nor did he heed the voice of Orna, until again and again she had implored him to fly. " Fly ! " he said at length. " Nay, I was doubting what punishment the stars should pour down upon our foe. Let warriors fly. Morven the prophet conquers by arms mightier than the sword." Nevertheless Morven was perplexed in his mind, and knew not how to save himself from the vengeance of the king. Now, while he was musing hopelessly, he heard a roai of waters ; and behold the river, for it was now the end of autumn, had burst its bounds, and was rushing along the val ley to the houses of the city. And now the men of the tribe, and the women, and the children, came running,, and with shrieks, to Morven's house, crying, "Behold, the river has burst upon us ! Save us, O ruler of the stars ! " THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 133 Then the sudden thought broke upon Morven, and he re- soived to risk his fate upon one desperate scheme. And he came out from the house, calm and sad, and he said, " Ye know not what ye ask ; I cannot save ye from this peril : ye have brought it on yourselves." And they cried, " How ? O son of Osslah ? — we are igno- rant of our crime." And he answered, " Go down to the king's palace and V a't before it, and surely I will follow ye, and ye shall learn whtrefore ye have incurred this punishment from the gods ?" Then the crowd rolled murmuringly back, as a receding sea ; and when it was gone from the place, Morven went alone to the house of Darvan, which was next his own ; and Darvan was greatly terrified, for he was of a great age, and had no children, neither friends, and he feared that he could not of himself escape the waters. And Morven said to him, soothingly, ** Lo, the people love me, and I will see that thou art saved ; for verily thou hast been friendly to me, and done me much service with the king." And as he thus spake, Morven opened the door of the house and looked forth, and saw that they were quite alone ; then he seized the old man by the throat, and ceased not his grip till he was quite dead. And leaving the body of the elder on the floor, Morven stole from the house and shut the gate. And as he was going to his cave he mused a little while, when hearing the mighty roar of the waves advancing, and far off the shrieks of women, he lifted up his head, and said, proudly, " No ! in this hour terror alone shall be my slave ; I will use no art save the power of my soul." So, leaning on his pine-staff he strode down to the palace. And it was now evening, and many of the men held torches, that they might see each other's faces in the universal fear. Red flashed the quivering flames on the dark robes and pale front of Morven ; and he seemed mightier than the rest, because his face alone was calm amidst the tumult. And louder and hoarser came the roar of the waters ; and swift rushed the shades of night over the hastening tide. And Morven said in a stern voice, " Where is the king ; and wherefore is he absent from his people in the hour oi dread ? " Then the gate of the palace opened ; and, behold, Siror was sitting in the hall by the vast pine-fire, and hi? brother by his side, and his chiefs around him, for they would 136 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. not deign to come amongst the crowd at the bidding of the herdsman's son. Then Morven, standing upon a rock above the heads of the people (the same rock whereon he had proclaimed the king), thus spake, — " Ye desired to know, O sons of Oestrich ! wherefore the river hath burst its bounds, and the peril hath come upon you. Learn, then, that the stars resent as the foulest of human crimes, an insult to their servants and delegates below. Ye are all aware of the manner of life of Morven, whom ye have surnamed the Prophet ! He harms not man nor beast ; he lives alone ; and, far from the wild joys of the warrior tribe, he worships in awe and fear the Powers of Night. So is he able to advise ye of the coming danger, — so is he able to save ye from the foe. Thus are your huntsmen swift and your warriors bold ; and thus do your cattle bring forth their young, and the earth its fruits. What think ye, and what do ye ask to hear .-' Listen, men of Oestrich ! — they have laid snares for my life ; and there are amongst you those who have whetted the sword against the bosom that is only filled with love for you all. Therefore have the stern lords of heaven loosened the chains of the river — therefore doth this evil menace ye. Neither will it pass away until they who dug the pit for the servant of the stars are buried in the same." Then, by the red torches, the faces of the men looked fierce and threatening ; and ten thousand voices shouted forth, " Name them who conspired against thy life, O holy prophet ! and surely they shall be torn limb from limb." And Morven turned aside, and they saw that he wept bit- terly ; and he said, — " Ye have asked me, and I have answered : but now scarce will ye believe the foe that I have provoked against me ; and by the heavens themselves, I swear, that if my death would satisfy their fury, nor bring down upon yourselves, and your children's children, the anger of the throned stars, gladly would I give my bosom to the knife. Yes," he cried, lifting up his voice, and pointing his shadowy arm towards the hall where the king sat by the pine-fire — " yes, thou whom by my voice the stars chose above thy brother — yes, Siror, the guilty one ! take thy sword, and come hither — ■ strike, if thou hast the heart to strike, the Prophet of the Gods ! " THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. i^y The king started to his feet, and the crowd were hushed in a shuddering silence. Llorven resumed, — *' Know then, O men of Oestrich ! that Siror, and Voltoch his brother, and Darv^an the elder of the wise men, have pur- posed to slay your prophet, even at such hour as when alone he seeks the shade of the forest to devise new benefits for you. Let the king deny it, if he can ! " Then Voltoch, of the giant limbs, strode forth from the hall and his sjDcar quivered in his hand. " Rightly hast thou spoken, base son of my father's herds- man ! and for thy sins shalt thou surely die ; for thou liest when thou speakest of thy power with the stars, and thou laughest at the folly of them who hear thee : wherefore put him to death." Then the chiefs in the hall clashed their arms, and rushed forth to slay the son of Osslah. But he, stretching his unarmed hands on high, exclaimed, " Hear him, O dread ones of the night ! — -hark how he blaspbemeth ? " Then the crowd took up the word, and cried, " He blasphemeth — he blasphemeth against the prophet ! " But the king and the chiefs who hated Morven, because of his power with the people, rushed into the crowd ; and the crowd were irresolute, nor knew they how to act, for never yet had they rebelled against their chiefs, and they feared alike the prophet and the king. And Siror cried, " Summon Darvan to us, for he hath watched the steps of Morven, and he shall lift the veil from my people's eyes." Then three of the swift of foot started forth to the house of Darvan. And Morven cried out with a loud voice, " Hark ! thus saith the star who, now riding through yonder cloud breaks forth upon my eyes — ' For the lie that the elder hath uttered against my servant, the curse of the stars shall fall upon him.' Seek, and as ye find him so may ye find ever the foes of Morven and the gods ! " A chill and an icy fear fell over the crowd, and even the cheek of Siror grew pale ; and Morven, erect and dark above the waving torches, stood motionless with folded arms. And hark — far and fast came on the war-steeds of the wave — the people heard them marching to the land, and tossing their white manes in the roaring wind. " Lo, as ye listen," said Morven, calmly, " the river 138 THE lULGRIMS OF THE RHINE. sweeps on. Haste, for the gods will have a victim, be it your prophet or your king." " Slave ! " shouted Siror, and his spear left his hand, and far above the heads of the crowd sped hissing beside the dark form of Morven, and rent the trunk of the oak behind. Then the people, wroth at the danger of their beloved seer, uttered a wJd yell, and gathered round him with brandished swjrds, facing their chieftains and their king. But at that instant, ere the war had broken forth among the tribe, the three warriors returned, and they bore Darvan on their shoulders, and laid him at the feet of the king, and they said, tremblingly, " Thus found we. the eldei in the centre of his own hall." And the people saw that Darvan was a corpse, and that the prediction of Morven was thus verified. " So perish the enemies of Morven and the Stars ! " cried the son of Osslah. And the people echoed the cry. Then the fury of Siror was at its height, and wav- ing his sword above his head he plunged into the crowd, " Thy blood, baseborn, or mine ! " " So be it ! " answered Morven, quailing not. " People, smite the blasphemer ! Hark how the river pours down upon your children and your hearths ! On, on, or ye perish 1 " And Siror fell, pierced by five hundred spears. " Smite ! smite ! " cried Morven, as the chiefs of the royal house gathered round the king. And the clash of swords, and the gleam of spears, and the cries of the dying, and the yell of the trampling people, mingled with the roar of the elements, and the voices of the rushing wave. Three hundred of the chiefs perished that night by the swords of their own tribe. And the last cry of the victors was, " Morven the prophet, — Morvm the king/" And the son of Osslah, seeing the waves now spreading over the valley, led Orna his wife, and the men of Oestrich, their women, and their children, to a high mount, where they waited the dawning sun. But Orna sat apart and wept bit- terly, for her brothers were no more, and her race had per- ished from the earth. And Morvan sought to comfort her in vain. When the morning rose they saw that the river had over- spread the greater part of the city, and now stayed its course among the hollows of the vale. Then Morven said to the people, " The star-kings are avenged^ and their wrath ap- peased. Tarry only here until the waters have melted into the crevices of the soil." And on the fourth day thev returned THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 139 to the city,and no man dared to name another, save Morven, as the king. But Morven retired into his cave and mused deeply ; and then assembling the people, he gave them new laws ; and he made them build a mighty temple in honor of the stars, and made them heap within it all that the tribe held most precious. And he took unto him fifty children from the most famous of the tribe ; and he took also ten from among the men who had served him best, and he ordained that they should serve the stars in the great temple : and Mor\^en was their chief. And he put away the crown they pressed upon him, and he chose from among the elders a new king. And he ordained that henceforth the sei-vants only of the stars in the great temple should elect the king and the rulers, and hold council and proclaim war : but he suffered the king to feast, and to hunt, and to make merry in the banquet-halls. And Morven built altars in the temple, and was the first who, in the North, sacrificed the beast and the bird, and afterwards human flesh, upon the altars. And he drew auguries from the entrails of the victim, and made schools for the science of the prophet ; and Morven's piety was the wonder of the tribe, in that he refused to be a king. And Morven the high priest was ten thousand times mightier than the king. He taught the people to till the ground, and to sow the herb ; and by his wisdom and the valor that his prophecies instilled into men, he con- quered all the neighboring tribes. And the sons of Oestrich spread themselves over a mighty empire, and with them spread the name and the laws of Morven. And in every province which he conquered he ordered them to build a temple to the stars. But a heavy sorrow fell upon the years of Morven. The sister of Siror bowed down her head and survived not long the slaughter of her race. And she left Morven childless. And he mourned bitterly and as one distraught, for her only in the world had his heart the power to love. And he sat down and covered his face, saying : — " Lo ! I have toiled and travailed ; and never before in the world did man conquer what I have conquered. Verily the empire of the iron thews and the giant limbs is no more ! I have founded a new power, that henceforth shall sway the lands ; — the empire of a plotting brain and a conimanding mind. But, behold ! my fate is barren, and I feel already that it will grow neither fruit nor tree as a shelter to mine old age. Desolate and lonely shall I pass unto my grave. O I40 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHIA'E. Orna, my beautiful ! my loved ! none were like unto thee, and to thy love do I owe my glory and my life ! Would for thy sake, O sweet bird ! that nestled in the dark cavern of my heart, — would for thy sake that thy brethren had been spared, for verily with my life would I have purchased thine. Alas ' only when I lost thee did I find that thy love was dearer to me than the fear of others ! " And Morven mourned night and day, and none might com- fort him. But from that time forth he gave himself solely up to the cares of his calling ; and his nature and his affections, and what- ever there was yet left soft in him, grew hard like stone ; and he was a man without love, and he forbade love and marriage to the priest. Now, in his latter years, there arose other prophets ; for the world had grown wiser even by Morven's wisdom, and some did say unto themselves, " Behold Morven, the herds- man's son, is a king of kings : this did the stars for their ser- vant ; shall we not also be servants to the star.? " And they wore black garments like Morven, and went about prophesying of what the stars foretold them. And Morven was exceeding wroth ; for he, more than other men, knew that the prophets lied ; wherefore he went forth against them with the ministers of the temple, and he took them, and burned them by a slow fire : for thus said Morven to the people : " a true prophet hath honor — but / only am a true prophet ; — to all false prophets there shall be surely death." ^ And the people applauded the piety of the son of Osslah. And Morven educated the wisest of the children in the mysteries of the temple, so that they grew up to succeed him worthily. And he died full of years and honor; and they carved his effigy on a mighty stone before the temple, and the effigy endured for a thousand ages, and whoso looked on it trem- bled ; for the face was calm with the calmness of unspeak- able awe ! And Morven was the first mortal of the North that made Religion the stepping-stone to Power. Of a surety Morven was a great man ! It was the last night of the old year, and the stars sat» THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE 141 each upon his ruby throne, and watched with sleepless ej^es upon the world. The night was dark and troubled, the dread winds were abroad, and fast and frequent hurried the clouds beneath the thrones of the kings of night. And ever and anon fieiy meteors flashed along the depths of heaven, and were again swallowed up in the grave of darkness. But far below his brethren, and with a lurid haze around his orb, sat the discontented star that had watched over the hunters of the North. And on the lowest abyss of space there was spread a thick and mighty gloom, from which, as from a cauldron, rose columns of wreathing smoke ; and still, v.-hen the great winds rested for an instant on their paths, voices of woe and laughter, mingled with shrieks, were heard booming from the abyss to the upper air. And now, in the middest night, a vast figure rose slowly from the abyss, and its wings threw blackness over the world. High upward to the throne of the discontented star sailed the fearful shape, and the star trembled on his throne when the form stood before him face to face. And the shape said, " Hail, brother ! — all hail ! " " I know thee not," answ^ered the star : " thou art not the archangel that visitest the kings of night." And the shape laughed loud. " I am the fallen star of the morning ! — I am Lucifer, thy brother ! Has thou not, O sullen king ! served me and mine ? and hast thou not wrested the earth from thy Lord who sittest abpve, and given it to me, by darkening the souls of men with the religion of fear ? Wherefore come, brother, come ; — thou hast a throne pre- pared beside my own in the fiery gloom — Come ! The heavens are no more for thee ? " Th|n the star rose from his throne, and descended to the side of Lucifer. For ever hath the spirit of discontent had sympathy with the soul of pride. And they sank slowly down to the gulf of gloom. It was the first .night of the new year, and the stars sat each on his ruby throne, and watched with sleepless eyes upon the world. But sorrow dimmed the bright faces of the kings of night, for they mourned in silence and in fear for a fallen brother. And the gates of the heaven of heavens flew open with a golden sound, and the swift archangel fled down on his silent wings ; and the archangel gave to each of the stars as before the message of his Lord ; and to each star was his appointed 142 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. charge. And when the heraldry seemed done, there came a laugh from the abyss of gloom, and half-way from the gulf rose the lurid shajDe of Lucifer the fiend ! " Thou countest thy flock ill, O radiant shepherd ! Be- hold ! one star is missing from the three thousand and ten ! " " Back to thy gulf, false Luqifer ! — the throne of thy brother hath been filled." And, lo ! as the archangel spake, the stars beheld a young and all-lustrous stranger on the throne of the erring star ; and his face was so soft to look upon, that the dimmest of human eyes might have gazed upon its splendor unabashed : but the dark fiend alone was dazzled by its lustre, and, with a yell that shook the flaming pillars of the universe, he plunged backward into the gloom. Then, far and sweet from the arch unseen, came forth the voice of God, — " Behold ! on the throne of the discontented star sits the star of Hope ; and he that breathed into mankind the reli- gion of Fear hath a successor in him who shall teach earth the religion of Love ! " And evermore the star of Fear dwells in Lucifer and the star of Love keeps vigil in heaven ! ' CHAPTER XX. « Gelnhausen. — The power of Love in sanctified places. — A portrait ot Frederick Barbarossa. — The ambition of men finds no adequate sympathy in women. " You made me tremble for you more than once," said Gertrude to the student ; " I feared you were about to touch upon ground really sacred, but your end redeemed all." " The false religion always tries to counterfeit the garb, the language, the aspect, of the true," answered the German ; " for that reason, I purposely suffered my tale to occasion that very fear and anxiety you speak of, conscious that the most scrupulous would be contented when the whole was fin- ished " This German was one of a new school, of which England as yet knows nothing. We shall see, hereafter, what it will produce. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 143 The student left them at Friedberg, and our travellers pro- ceeded to Gelnhausen, — a spot interesting to lovers ; for here Fr-derick the First was won by the beauty of Gela, and, in \Xt: midst of an island vale, he built the Imperial Palace, in honor to the lady of his love. The spot is, indeed, well chosen of itself ; the mountains of the Rhinegeburg close it with the green gloom of woods, and the glancing waters of the Kinz. " Still, wherever we go," said Trev}dyan, " we nnd all tradition is connected with love ; and history, for that reason, hallows less than romance." " It is singular," said Vane, moralizing, " that love makes but a small part of our actual lives, but is yet the master-key to our sympathies. The hardest of us, who laugh at the pas- sion when they see it palpably before them, are arrested by some dim tradition of its existence in the past. It is as if life had few opportunities of bringing out certain qualities within us, so that they always remain untold and dormant, susceptible to thought, but deaf to action." " You refine and mystify too much," said Trevylyan, smiling; "none of us have any faculty, any passion, uncalled forth, if we have really loved, though but for a day." Gertrude smiled, and drawing her arm within his, Trevyl- yan left Vane to philosophize on passion ; a fit occupation for one who had never felt it. " Here let us pause," said Trevylyan, afterwards, as they visited the remains of the ancient palace, and the sun glit- tered on the scene, " to recall the old chivalric day of the gallant Barbarossa ; — let us suppose him commencing the last great action of his life ; let us picture him as setting out for the Holy Land. Imagine him issuing from those walls on h 5 white charger ; his fiery eye somewhat dimmed by years, and his hair blanched, but nobler from the impress of time it- self , — the clang of arms ; the tramp of steeds ; banners on high; music pealing from hill to hill ; the red cross and the nodding plume ; the sun, as now glancing on yonder trees ; and thence reflected from the burnished arms of the Crusa- ders ; — but, Gela " " Ah," said Gertrude, " she must be no more ; for she would have outlived her beauty, and have found that glory had now no rival in his breast, Glor\' consoles men for the death of the loved ; but glory is infidelity to the living." " Nay, not so, dearest Gertrude," said Trevylyan, quickly ; " for my darling dream of Fame is the hope of laying its hon 144 ^-^-^ PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. nrs at your feet ! And if ever, in future years, 1 should rise above the herd, I should only ask xiyoiir step were proud, and your heart elated." " I was wrong," said Gertrude, with tears in her eyes ; " and, for your sake, I can be ambitious." Perhaps there, too, she was mistaken ; for one of '■he common disappointments of the heart is, that women have so rarely a sympathy in our better and higher aspirings. Their ambition is not for great things ; they cannot under- stand that desire •' which scorns delight, and loves laborious days." If they love us, they usually exact too much. They are jealous of the ambition to which we sacrifice so largely, and which divides us from them ; and they leave the stern passion of great minds to the only solitude which affection cannot share. To aspire is to be alone 1 CHAPTER XXI. View of Ehrenbreitstein. — A new alarm in Gertrude's Health.— Trarbach. Another time our travellers proceeded from Coblentz to Treves, following the course of the Moselle. They stopped on the opposite bank below the bridge that unites Coblentz with the Petersberg, to linger over the superb view of Ehren- breitstein which you may there behold. It was one of those calm noonday scenes which impress upon us their own bright and voluptuous tranquillity. There stood the old herdsman leaning on his staff, and the quiet cattle knee-deep in the gliding waters. Never did stream more smooth and sheen, than was at that hour the surface ot the Moselle, mirror the images of the pastoral life. Beyond, the darker shadows of the bridge and of the walls of Cob- lentz fell deep over the waves, chequered by the tall sails of the craft that were moored around the harbor. But clear against the sun rose the spires and roofs of Coblentz, backed by many a hill sloping away to the horizon. High, dark, and massive, on the opposite bnnk, swelled the towers and rock of Ehrenbreitstein ; a type of that great chivalric spirit — the HONOR that the rock arrogates for its name, — which demands THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. '45 SO many sacrifices of blood and tears, but which e\'^er creates in the restless heart of man a far deeper interest than the more peaceful scenes of life by which it is contrasted. There, still — from the calm waters, and the abodes of common toil and ordinary pleasure — turns the aspiring mind ! Still as we gaze on that lofty and immemorial rock, we recall the famine and the siege , and own that the more daring crimes of men have a strange privilege in hallowing the very spot which they devastate ! Below, in green curves and mimic bays covered with herbage, the gradual banks mingled with the water ; and just where the bridge closed, a solitary group of trees, standing dark in the thickest shadow, gave that melancholy feature to the scene which resembles the one dark thought that often forces itself into our sunniest hours. Their bousfhs stirred not ; no voice of birds broke the stillness of their gloomy verdure ; the eye turned from thcni, as from the sad moral that belongs to existence. In proceeding to Trarbach, Gertrude was seized with an- other of those fainting-fits which had so terrified Trevylyn before ; they stopped an hour or two at a little village, but Gertrude rallied with such apparent rapidity, and so strongly insisted on proceeding, that they reluctantly continued their way. This event would have thrown a gloom over their jour- ney, if Gertrude had not exerted herself to dispel the impres- sion she had occasioned ; and so light, so cheerful, were her spirits, that for the time at least she succeeded. They arrived at Trarbach late at noon. This now small and humble town is said to have been the Thronus Bacchi of the ancients. From the spot where the travellers halted to take, as it were, their impression of the town, they saw be- fore them the little hostelry, a poor pretender to the Thronus Bacchi, with the rude sign of the Holy Mother over the door. The peaked roof, the sunk window, the gray walls, chequered with the rude beams of wood so common to the meaner houses on the Continent, bore something of a melan- choly and unprepossessing aspect. Right above, with its Gothic windows and venerable spire, rose the church of the town ; and, crowning the summit of a green and almost per pendicular mountain, scowled the remains of one of those mighty castles which makes the never-falling frown on a Ger- man landscape. The scene was one of quiet and of gloom ; the exceeding serenity of the day contrasted, with an almost unpleasing « 146 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. brightness, the poverty of the town, the thinness of the pop- ulation, and the dreary grandeur of the ruins that overhung the capital of the perished race of the bold Counts of Span- heim. They passed the night at Trarbach, and continued their journey next day. At Treves, Gertrude was for some days seriously ill ; and when they returned to Coblentz, her dis- ease had evidently received a rapid and alarming increase. CHAPTER XXII. The Double Life.— Trevylyan's fate. — Sorrow the Parent of Fame. — Neiderlahnstein. — Dreams. There are two lives to each of us, gliding on at the same time, scarcely connected with each other ! — the life of our actions, the life of our minds ; the external and the inward history ; the movements of the frame, the deep and ever- restless workings of the heart ! They who have loved know that there is a diary of the affections, which we might keep for years without having occasion even to touch upon the ex- terior surface of life, our busy occupations — the mechanical progress of our existence ; yc: by the last are we judged, the first is never known. History reveals men's deeds, men's outward characters, but not themselves. There is a secret self that hath its own life " rounded by a dream," unpene- trated, unguessed. What passed within Treyylyan, hour after hour, as he watched over the declining health of the only being in the world whom his proud heart had been ever destined to love ? His real record of the time was marked by ever^r cloud upon Gertrude's brow, every smile of her countenance, every — the faintest — alteration in her disease ; yet, to the outward seeming, all this vast current of varying eventful emotion lay dark and unconjectured. He filled up, with wonted regularity, the colorings of existence, and smiled and moved as other men. For still, in the heroism with which devoiion conquers self, he sought only to cheer and gladden the young heart on which he had embarked his all ; and he kept the dark tempest of his anguish for the solitude of night. That was a peculiar doom which fate had reserved foi THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 147 him ; and casting him, in after years, on the great sea of public strife, it seemed as i she were resolved to tear from his heart all yearnings for the land. For him there was to be no green or sequestered spot in the valley of household peace. His bark was to know no haven, and his soul not even the desire of rest. For action is that Lethe in which alone we forget our former dreams, and the mind that, too stern not to wrestle with its emotions, seeks to conquer re- gret, must leave itself no leisure to look behind. Who knows what benefits to the world may have sprung from the sorrows of the benefactor? As the harvest that gladdens mankind in the suns of autumn was called forth by the rains of spring, so the griefs of youth may make the fame of maturity. Gertrude, charmed by the beauties of the river, desired to continue the voyage to Mayence. The rich Trevylyan persuaded the physician who had attended her to accompany them, and they once more pursued their way along the banks of the feudal Rhine ; for what the Tiber is to the classic, the Rhine is to the chivalric, age. The steep rock and the gray dismantled tower, the massive and rude picturesque of the feudal days, constitute the great features of the scene ; and you might almost fancy, as you glide along, that you are sail- ing back adown the river of Time, and the monuments of the pomp and power of old, rising, one after one, upon its shores ! Vane and Du e, the physician, at the farther end of the vessel, conversed upon stones and strata, in that singular pedantry of science which strips nature to a skeleton, and prowls among the dead bones of the world, unconscious of its living beauty. They left Gertrude and Trevylyan to themselves, and. "bending o'er the vessel's laving side," they indulged in si- lence the melancholy with which each was imbued. For Gertrude began to waken, though doubtingly and at inter- vals, to a sense of the short span that was granted to her life ; and over the loveliness around her, there floated that sad and ineffable interest which springs from the present !• ment of our own death. They passed the rich island of Ober- werth, and Hochheim, famous for its ruby grape, and saw, from his mountain bed, the Lahn bear his tribute of fruits and corn into the treasury of the Rhine. Proudly rose the tower of Niederlahnstein, and deeply lay its shadow along the stream. It was late noon ; the cattle had sought the shade from the slanting sun, and, far beyond, the holy castle of 148 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. Marksburg raised its battlements above mountains 20vered with the vine. On the water two boats had been drawn alongside each other ; and from one, now t. oving to the land, the splash of oars broke the general stillness of the tide. Fast by an old tower the fishermen were busied in their craft, but the sound of their voices did not reach the ear. It was life, but a silent life ; suited to the tranquillity o^ noon. " There is samething in travel," said Gertrude, " which constantly, even amidst the most retired spots, impresses us with the exuberance of life. We come to those quiet nooks and find a race whose existence we never dreamed of. In their humble path they know the same passions and tread the same career as ourselves. The mountains shut them out from the great world, but their village is a world in itself. And they know and heed no more of the turbulent scenes of remote cities, than our own planet of the inhabitants of the distant stars. What then is death, but the forgetfulness of some few hearts added to the general unconsciousness of our existence that pervades the universe .'' The bubble breaks in the vast desert of the air, without a sound." "Why talk of death?" said Trev}'lyan, with a writhing smile ; " these sunny scenes should not call forth such melan- choly images." " Melancholy," repeated Gertrude, mechanically. " Yes, death is indeed melancholy when we are loved ! " They stayed a short time at Niederlahnstein, for Vane was anxious to examine the minerals that the Lahn brings into the Rhine ; and the sun was waning towards its close as they renewed their voyage. As they sailed slowly on, Gertrude said, " How like a dream is this sentiment of existence, when, without labor or motion, every change of scene is brought before us ; and if I am with you, dearest, I do not feel it less lesembling a dream, for I have dreamed of you i ely more than ever. And dreams have become a part of my life it- self." " Speaking of dreams," said Trevylyan, as they pursued that mysterious subject ; " I once, during my former resi- dence in Germany, fell in with a singular enthusiast, who had taught himself what he termed ' A System of Dreaming.' When he first spoke to me upon it I asked him to explain what he meant, which he did somewhat in the following words. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 149 CHAPTER XXIII. The Life of Dreams. " * I WAS born,' said he, ' with many of the sentiments of the poet, but without the language to express them ; my feel- mgs were constantly chilled by the intercourse of the actual world — my family, mere Germans, dull and unimpassioned — • had nothing in common with me ; nor did I out of my family find those with whom I could better sympathize. I was revolted by friendships — for they were susceptible to every change ; I was disappointed in love — for the truth never ap- proached to my ideal. Nursed early in the lap of Romance, enamoured of the wild and the adventurous, the common- places of life were to me inexpressibly tame and joyless. And yet indolence, which belongs to the poetical character, was more inviting than that eager and uncontemplative action which can alone wring enterprise from life. Meditation was my natural element. I loved to spend the noon reclined by some shady stream, and in a half sleep to shape images from the glancing sunbeams ; a dim and unreal order of philosophy, that belongs to our nation, was my favorite intellectual pur- suit. And I sought amongst the Obscure and the Recondite the variety and emotion I could not find in the Familiar. Thus constantly watching the operations of the inner-mind, it occurred to me at last, that sleep having its own world, but as yet a rude and fragmentary one, it might be possible to shape from its chaos all those combinations of beauty, of power, of glory, and of love, which were denied to me in the world in which my frame walked and had its being. So soon as this idea cam.e upon me, I nursed and cherished, and mused over it, till I found that the imagination began to effect the miracle I desired. By brooding ardently, intensely, before I retired to rest, over any especial train of thought, over any ideal creations ; by keeping the body utterly still and quies- cent during the whole day ; by shutting out all living adven- ture, the memory of which might perplex and interfere with the stream of events that I desired to pour forth into the wilds of sleep, I discovered at last that I could lead in dreama I^O • THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. a life solely their own, and utterly distinct from the life of day. Towers and palaces, all my heritage and seigneury, rose before me from the depth of night ; I quaffed from jewelled cups the Falernian of imperial vaults ; music from harps of celestial tone filled up the crevices of air ; and the smiles of immortal beauty flushed like sunlight over all. Thus the adventure and the glory, that I could not for my waking life obtain, was obtained for me in sleep. I wandered with the gryphon and the gnome ; I sounded the horn at en- chanted portals ; I conquered in the knightly lists ; I planted my standard over battlements as huge as the painter's Birth of Babylon itself. " ' But I was afraid to call forth one shape on whose love- liness to pour all the hidden passion of my soul. I trembled lest my sleep should present me some image which it could never restore, and, waking from which, even the new world I had created might be left desolate forever. I shuddered lest I should adore a vision which the first ray of morning could smite to the grave. " ' In this train of mind I began to ponder whether it might not be possible to connect dreams together : to supply the thread that was wanting ; to make one night continue the history of the other, so as to bring together the same shapes and the same scenes, and thus lead a connected and har- monious life, not only in the one half of existence, but in the other, the richer and more glorious half. No sooner did this idea present itself to me, than I burned to accomplish it. I had before taught myself that Faith is the great creator ; that to believe fervently is to make belief true. So I would not suffer my mind to doubt the practicability of its scheme. I shut myself up then entirely by day, refused books, and hated the very sun, and compelled all my thoughts (and sleep is the mirror of thought) to glide in one direction, the direction of my dreams, so that from night to night the imagination might keep up the thread of action, and I might thus lie down full of the last dream and confident of the sequel. Not for one day only, or for one month, did I pursue this system, but I continued it zealously and sternly, till at length it began to succeed. Who shall tell,' cried the enthusiast, — I see him now with his deep, bright, sunken eyes, and his wild hair thrown backward from his brow, 'the rapture that I expe- rienced, when first, faintly and half distinct, I perceived the harmony 1 had invoked down upon my dreams ? At first there was only a partial and desultory connection between THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 151 them ; my eye recognized certain shapes, my ear certain tones common to each ; by degrees these augmerjcd in number, and were more defined in outUne. At length one fair face broke forth from among the ruder forms, and night after night appeared mixing with them for a moment and then vanishing just as the mariner watches, in a clouded sky, the moon shin- ing through the drifting rack, and quickly gone. My curi- osity was now vividly excited : the face, with its lustrous eyes and seraph features, roused all the emotions that no living shape had called forth. I became enamoured of a dream, and as the statue to the Cyprian was my creation to me ; so from this intent and unceasing passion, I at length worked out my reward. My dream became more palpable ; I spoke with it ; I knelt to it ; my lips were pressed to its own ; we ex- changed the vows of love, and morning only separated us >with the certainty that at night we should meet again. Thus then,' continued my visionary, ' I commenced a history utterly separate from the history of the world, and it went on alter- nately with my harsh and chilling history of the day, equally regular and equally continuous. And what, you ask, was that history ? Methought I was a prince in some Eastern island, that had no features in common with the colder north of my native home. By day I looked upon the dull walls of a German town, and saw homely or squalid forms passing before me ; the sky was dim and the sun cheerless. Night came on with her thousand stars, and brought me the dews of sleep. Then suddenly there was a new world ; the richest fruits hung from the trees in clusters of gold and purple. Palaces of the quaint fashion of the sunnier climes, with spiral minarets and glittering cupolas, were mirrored upon vast lakes sheltered by the palm-tree and banana. The sun seemed a different orb, so mellow and gorgeous were his beams ; birds and winged things of all hues fluttered .n the shining air; the faces and garments of men were not of the northern regions of the world, and their voices spoke a tongue which, strange at first, by degrees I interpreted. Sometimes I made war upon neighboring kings ; sometimes 1 chased the spotted pard through the vast gloom of immeni- orial forests ; my life was at once a life of enterprise and pomp. But, above all, there was the history of my love ! I thought there were a thousand dithculties in the way of at- taining its possession. Many were the rocks I had to scale, and the battles to wage, and the fortresses to storm, in order to win her as my bride. But at last,' continued the enthusi 152 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. ast, ' she is won, she is my own i Time in that wild world, which I visit nightly, passes not so slowly as in this, and yet an hour may be the same as a year. This continuity of ex- istence, this successive series of dreams, so different from the broken incoherence of other men's sleep, at times bewilders me with strange and suspicious thoughts. What if this glori- ous sleep be a real life, and this dull waking the true repose ? Why not } What is there more faithful in the one than in the other ? And there have I garnered and collected all of pleas- ure that I am capable of feeling. I seek no joy in this world — I form no ties, I feast not, nor love, nor make merrv' — I am only impatient till the hour when I may re-enter my royal realms and pour my renewed delight into the bosom of my bright Ideal. There then have I found all that the world denied me ; there have I realized the yearning and the aspi- ration within me ; there have I coined the untold poetry into the Felt— the Seen ! ' " I found," continued Trevvlvan, " that this tale was corroborated by inquiry into the visionary's habits. He shunned society ; avoided all unnecessary movement oi excitement. He fared with rigid abstemiousness and only appeared to feel pleasure as the day departed, and the hour of return to his imaginar}' kingdom approached. He always retired to rest punctually at a certain hour, and would sleep so soundly, that a cannon fired under his window would not arouse him. He never, which may seem singular, spoke or moved much in his sleep, but was peculiarly calm, almost to the appearance of lifelessness ; but, discovering once that he had been watched in sleep, he was wont afterwards carefully to secure the chamber from intrusion. His victor}- over the natural incoherence of sleep had, when I first knev him, lasted for some years ; possibly, what imagination first produced was afterwards continued by habit. " I saw him again a few months subsequent to this con- fession, and he seemed to me much changed. He health was broken, and his abstraction had deepened into gloom. " I questioned him of the cause of the alteration, and he answered me with great reluctance, — " ' She is dead," said he, ' my realms are desolate 1 A serpent stung her, and she died in these very arms. Vainly, when I started from my sleep in horror and despair, vainly did I say to myself, — This is but a dream. I shall see her again. A vision cannot die ! Hath it tiesh that decays ? is it not a spirit — bodiless — indissoluble .'' With what terrible THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 153 anxiety I awaited the night ! Again I slept, and the dream lay again before me — dead and withered. Even the ideal can vanish. I assisted in the burial ; I laid her in the earth ; I heaped the monumental mockery over her form. And never since hath she, or aught like her, revisitea my dreams, I see her only when I wake ; thus to wake is indeed to dream ! But," continued the visionary, in a solerm voice, " I feel myself departing from this world, and with a fearful joy ; for I think there may be a land beyond even the land of sleep, where I shall see her again — a land in which a vision itself may be restored.' '* And in truth," concluded Trevylyan, " the Dreamer died shortly afterwards, suddenly, and in his sleep. And never before, perhaps had Fate so literally made of a living man (with his passions and his powers, his ambition and his love) the plaything and puppet of a dream." " Ah," said Vane, who had heard the latter part of Trevyl- yan's story ; " could the German have bequeathed to us his secret, what a refuge should we possess from the ills of earth ! The dungeon and disease, poverty, affliction, shame, would cease to be the tyrants of our lot ; and to Sleep we should confine our history and transfer our emotions." " Gertrude," whispered the lover, " what his kingdom and his bride were to the Dreamer, art thou to me ! " CHAPTER XXIV. The Brothers. The banks of the Rhine now shelved away into sweeping plains, and on their right rose the once imperial city of Bop- part. In no journey of similar length do you meet with such striking instances of the mutability and shifts of power. To find, as in the Memphian Egypt, a city sunk into a heap of desolate ruins ; the hum, the roar, the mart of nations, hushed into the silence of ancestral tombs, is less humbling to our human vanity than to mark, as long as the Rhine, the kingly city dwindled into the humble town or the dreary village ; decay without its grandeur, change without the awe of its solitude ! On the site on which Drusus raised his 154 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. Roman tower, and the kings of the Franks their palaces, trade now dribbles in tobacco-pipes, and transforms into an excellent cotton factory the antique nunnery of Koningsberg ! So be it ; it is the progressive order of things — the world itself will soon be one excellent cotton factory. " Look ! " said Trevylyan, as they sailed on, " at yonder mountain, with its two traditionary Castles of Liebenstein and Sternfels." Massive and huge the ruins swelled above the green rock, at the foot of which lay, in happier security from time and change, the clustered cottages of the peasant, with a single spire rising above the quiet village. " Is there not, Albert, a celebrated legend attached to those castles?" said Gertrude. "I think I remember to have heard their names in connection with your profession ■ of tale-teller." " Yes," said Trevylyan ; " the story relates to the last lords of those shattered towers, and " " You will sit here, nearer to me, and begin," interrupted Gertrude, in her tone of child-like command — " Come." The Brothers : a Tale* You must imagine, then, dear Gertrude (said Trevylyan), a beautiful summer day, and by the same faculty that none possess so richly as yourself, for it is you who can kindle something of that divine spark even in me, you must rebuild those shattered towers in the pomp of old ; raise the gallery and the hall ; man the battlement with warders, and give the proud banners of ancestral chivalry to wave upon the v.alls. But above, sloping half down the rock, you must fancy the hanging gardens of Leibenstein, fragrant with flowers, and basking in the noonday sun. On the greenest turf, underneath an oak, there sat three persons, in the bloom of youth. Two of the three were brothers ; the third was an orphan girl, whom the lord of the opposite tower of Sternfels had bequeathed to the protection of his brother, the chief of Liebenstein. The castle itself and the demesne that belonged to it passed away from the female line, and became the heritage of Otho, the orphan's cousin, and the younger of the two brothers now seated on the turf. ♦This tale is, in reality, founded on the beautiful tradition which lielongs to Liebenstein and Sternfels. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 155 " And oh," said the elder, whose name was Warbeck, "you have twined a chaplet for my brother ; have you not, dearest Leoline, a simple tiower for me ? " The beautiful orphan — (for beautiful she was, Gertrude, as the heroine of the tale you bid me tell ought to be, — should she not have to the dreams of my fancy your lustrous hair, and your sweet smile, and your eyes of blue, that are never, never silent ? Ah, pardon me, that in a former tale, I denied the heroine the beauty of your face, and remember that to atone for it, I endowed her with the beauty of your mind) — the beautiful orphan blushed to her temples, and culling from the flowers in her lap the freshest of the roses, began weaving them into a wreath for Warbeck. " It would be better," said the gay Otho, " to make my sober brother a chaplet of the rue and cypress ; the rose is much too bright a flower for so serious a knight." Leoline held up her hand reprovingly, " Let him laugh, dearest cousin," said Warbeck, gazing passionately on her changing cheek : " and thou, Leoline, be- -lieve that the silent stream runs the deepest./ At this moment, they heard the voice of the old chief, their father, calling aloud for Leoline ; for, ever when he re- turned from the chase, he v/anted her gentle presence ; and the hall was solitary to him if the light sound of her step, and the music of her voice, were not heard in welcome. Leoline hastened to her guardian and the brothers were left alone. Nothing could be more dissimilar than the features and the respective characters of Otho and Warbeck. Otho's countenance was flushed with the brow^n hues of health ; his eyes were of the brightest hazel ; his dark hair wreathed in short curls round his open and fearless brow ; the jest ever echoed on his lips, and his step was bounding as the foot of the hunter of the Alps. Bold and light was his spirit ; if at times he betrayed the haughty insolence of youth, he felt generously, and though not ever ready to confess sorrow for a fault, he was at least ready to brave peril for a friend. But Warbeck's frame^ though of equal strength, wms more slender in its propct'ons than that of his brother; the fair long hair, that cha'"acterized his northern race, hung on either side of a countenance calm and pale, and deeply 'impressed with thoun^ht, even to sadness. His features, more majestic and regular than Otho's rarelv varied in their expression. 156 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. More resolute even than Otho, he was less impetuous ; more impassioned, he was also less capricious. The brothers remained silent after Leoline had left them. Otho carelessly braced on his sword, that he had laid aside on the grass ; but VVarbeck gathered up the flowers that had been touched by the soft hand of Leoline, and placed them in his bosom. The action disturbed Otho ; he bit his lip, and changed color ; at length he said, with a forced laugh, — " It must be confessed, brother, that you carry your affec- tion for our fair cousin to a degree that even relationship seems scarcely to warrant." " It is true," said Warbeck, calmly : " I love her with a love surpassing that of blood." " How," said Otho, fiercely : " do you dare to think of Leoline as a bride ?" " Dare I " repeated Warbeck, turning yet paler than his wonted hue. " Yes, I have said the word ! Know, Warbeck, that I, too, love Leoline ; I, too, claim her as my bride ; and never while I can wield a sword, — never, while I wear the spurs of knighthood, will I render my claim to a living rival. Even," he added (sinking his voice), "though that rival be my brother!" Warbeck answered not ; his very soul seemed stunned ; he gazed long and wistfully on his brother, and then, turning his face away, ascended the rock without uttering a single word. This silence startled Otho. Accustomed to vent every emotion of his own, he could not comprehend the forbearance of his brother; he knew his high and brave nature too well to imagine that it arose from fear. Might it not be contempt, or might he not, at this moment, intend to seek their father ; and, the first to proclaim his love for the orphan, advance, also, the privilege of the elder-born ? As these suspicions flashed across him, the haughty Otho strode to his brother's side, and laying his hand on his arm, said, — " Whither goest thou ? and dost thou consent to surrender Leoline ? " " Does she love thee, Otho ? " answered Warbeck, break- ing the silence at last ; and his voice spoke so deep an an- guish, that it arrested the passions of Otho, even at their height. " It is thou who art now silent," continued Warbeck ; " speak ; doth she love thee, and has her lip confessed it ? " THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 157 " I have believed that she loved me," faltered Otho ; "but she is of maiden bearing, and her lip, at least, has never told it." " Enough," said Warbeck, " release your hold." "Stay," said Otho, his suspicions returning; "stay — yet one word ; dost thou seek my father .'' He ever honored thee more than me : wilt thou own to him thy love, and insist on thy right of birth ? By my soul and my hope of heaven, do it, and one of us two must fall ! " " Poor boy ! " answered Warbeck, bitterly ; " how little thou canst read the heart of one who loves truly ! Thinkest thou I would wed her if she loved thee ? Thinkest thou I could, even to be blessed myself, give her one moment's pain ? Out on the thought — away ! " " Then wilt not thou seek our father ? " said Otho abashed. " Our father ! — has our father the keeping of Leoline's affection .'' " answered Warbeck ; and shaking off his brother's grasp, he sought the way to the castle. As he entered the hall, he heard the voice of Leoline ; she was singing to the old chief one of the simple ballads of the time, that the warrior and the hunter loved to hear. He paused lest he should break the spell (a spell stronger than a sorcerer's to him), and gazing upon Leoline's beautiful form, his heart sank within him. His brother and himself had each that day, as they sat in the gardens, given her a flower ; his flov/er was the fresher and the rarer ; his he saw not, but she wore his brother's in her bosom ! The chief, lulled by the music and wearied with the toils of the chase, sank into sleep as the song ended, and Warbeck, coming forward, motioned to Leoline to follow him. He passed into a retired and solitary walk and when they were a little distance from the castle, Warbeck turned round, and taking Leoline's hand gently, said, — " Let us rest here for one moment, dearest cousin ; I have much on my heart to say to thee." " And what is there," answered Leoline, as they sat on a mossy bank, with the broad Rliine glancing below, "what is there that my kind Warbeck would ask of me? Ah ! wculd it might be some favor, something in poor Leoline's power to grant ? for ever from my birth you have been to me most tender, most kind. You , I have often heard them say, taught my first steps to walk ; you formed my infant lips into language, and, in after years, when my wild cousin was far away in the forest at the chase, you would hrave hi.s 158 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. gay jest and remain at home, lest Leoline should be wean in the solitude. Ah, would I could repay you ! " Warbeck turned away his cheek ; his heart was very full, and it was some moments, before he summoned courage to reply. " My fair cousin," said he, " those were happy days ; but they were the days of childhood. New cares and new thoughts have now come on us. But I am still thy friend, Leoline, and still thou wilt confide in me thy young sorrows and thy young hopes, as thou ever didst. Wilt thou not, Leoline ? " " Canst thou ask me .'' " said Leoline ; and Warbeck, gazing on her face, saw that though her eyes were full of tears, they yet looked steadily upon his ; and he knew that she loved him only as a sister. He sighed, and paused again ere he resumed : " Enough," said he, " now to my task. Once on a time, dear cousin, there lived among these mountains a certain chief who had two sons, and an orphan like thyself dwelt also in his halls. And the elder son — but no matter, let us not waste words on hwi ! — the younger son, then, loved the orphan dearly — more dearly than cousins love ; and, fearful of refusal, he prayed the elder one to urge his suit to the orphan. Leoline, my tale is done. Canst thou not love Otho as he loves thee?" And now lifting his eyes to Leoline, he saw that she trembled violently, and her cheek was covered with blushes. " Say," continued he, mastering himself ; " is not that flower (his present) a token that he is chiefly in thy thoughts .? " '' Ah, Warbeck ! do not deem me ungrateful that I wear not yours also : but " " Hush ! " said Warbeck, hastily ; " I am but as thy brother — is not Otho more ? He is young, brave, and beau- tiful. God grant that he may deserve thee, if thou givcst him so rich a gift as thy aiTections." " I saw less of Otho in my childhood," said Leoline, evasively ; " therefore, his kindness of late years seemed stranger to me than thine." " And thou wilt not then reject him ? Thou wilt be his bride ? " " And thy sister." answered Leoline. "Bless thee, my own dear cousin! one brother's kiss THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHIATE. 159 then, and farewell ! Otho shall thank thee for him- self." He kissed her forehead calmly, and, turning away, plunged into the thicket ; then, nor till then, he gave vent to such emotions, as, had Leoline seen them, Otho's suit had been lost for ever ; for passionately, deeply as in her fond and innocent heart she loved Otho, the happiness of Warbeck was not less dear to her. When the young knight had recovered his self-posses.sion, he went in search of Otho. He found him alone in the wood, leaning with folded arms against a tree, and gazing moodily on the ground. Warbeck's noble heart was touched at his brother's dejection. " Cheer thee, Otho," said he ; "I bring thee no bad tid- ings ; I have seen Leoline — I have conversed with her — nay, start not — she loves thee ! she is thine ! " " Generous — generous Warbeck ! " exclaimed Otho ; and he threw himself on his brother's neck. " No, no," said he, " this must not be ; thou hast the elder claim — I resign her to thee. Forgive me my waywardness, brother, forgive me ! " " Think of the past no more," said Warbeck ; " the love of Leoline is excuse for greater offences than thine : and now, be kind to her ; her nature is soft and keen. / know her well ; for I have studied her faintest wish. Thou art hasty and quick of ire ; but remember, that a word wounds where love is deep. For my sake, as for hers, think more of her happiness than thine own ; now seek her — she waits to hear from thy lips the tale that sounded cold upon mine." With that he left his brother, and, once more re-entering the castle, he went into the hall of his ancestors. His father still slept ; he put his hand on his gray hair, and blessed him ; then stealing up to his chamber, he braced on his helm and armor, and thrice kissing the hilt of his sword, said with a flushed cheek, — " Henceforth be i/wu my bride ! '• Then passing from the castle, he sped by the most solitary paths down the rock, gained the Rhine, and hailing one of the numerous fishermen of the river, won the opposite shore ; and alone, but not sad, for his high heart supported him, and Leoline at least was happy, he hastened to Frankfort. The town was all gayety and life, arms clanged at every corner, the sounds of martial music, the wave of banners, the glittering of plumed casques, the neighing of war-steeds, al) l6o THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. united to stir the blood and inflame the sense. St. Bertrand had lifted the sacred cross along the shores of the Rhine, and the streets of Frankfort witnessed with what success ! On that same day Warbeck assumed the sacred badge, and was enlisted among the knights of the Emperor Conrad. We must suppose some time to have elapsed, and Otho and Leoline were not yet wedded ; for, in the first fervor of his gratitude to his brother, Otho had proclaimed tohisfathei and to Leoline the conquest Warbeck had obtained over him- self ; and Leoiine, touched to the heart, would not consent that the wedding should take place immediately. " Let him, at least," said she, " not be insulted by a premature festiv- ity ; and give him time, amongst the lofty beauties he will gaze upon in a far country, to forget, Otho, that he once loved her who is the beloved of thee." The old chief applauded this delicacy ; and even Otho, in the first flush of his feelings towards his brother, did not ven- ture to oppose it. They settled, then, that the marriage should take place at the end of a year. Months rolled away, and an absent and moody gloom set- tled upon Otho's brow. In his excursion with his gay com- panions among the neighboring towns, he heard of nothing but the glory of the Crusaders, of the homage paid to the heroes of the Cross at the courts they visited, of the adven- tures of their life, and the exciting spirit that animated their war. In fact, neither minstrel nor priest suffered the theme to grow cold ; and the fame of those who had gone forth to the holy strife, gave at once emulation and discontent to the youths who remained behind, " And my brother enjoys this ardent and glorious life." said the impatient Otho ; " while I, whose arm is as strong, and whose heart is as bold, languish here listening to the dull tales of a hoary sire and the silly songs of an orphan girl,'' His heart smote him at the last sentence, but he had already begun to weary of the gentle love of Leoline. Perhaps when he had no longer to gain a triumph over a rival, the excite- ment palled : or perhaps his proud spirit secretly chafed at being conquered by his brother in generosity, even when out- shining him in the success of love. But poor Leoline, once taught that she was to consider Otho her betrothed, surrendered her heart entirely to his control. His wild spirit, his dark beauty, his daring valor, won while they awed her ; and in the fitfulness of his nature ''e those perpetual springs of hope and fear, that are the THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. i6i fountains of ever-agitated love. She saw with Increasing grief the change that was growing over Otho's mind ; nor did she divine tlie cause. " Surely I have not offended him." thought she. Among the companions of Otho was one who possessed a singular sway over him. He was a knight of that mys- terious order of the Temple, which exercised at one time so great a command over the minds of men. A severe and dangerous wound in a brawl with an Eng- lish knight had confined the Templar at Frankfort, and pre- vented his joining the Crusade. During his slow recovery he had formed an intimacy with Otho, and taking up his resi- dence at the castle of Liebenstein, had been struck with the beauty of Leoline. Prevented by his oath from marriage, he allowed himself a double license in love, and doubted not, could he disengage the young knight from his betrothed, that she would add a new conquest to the many he had already achieved. Artfully therefore he painted to Otho the various attractions of the Holy Cause ; and, above all, he failed not to describe, with glowing colors, the beauties who, in the gor- geous East, distinguished with a prodigal favor the warriors of the Cross. Dowries, unknown in the more sterile moun- tains of the Rhine, accompanied the hand of these beauteous maidens ; and even a prince's daughter was not deemed, he said, too lofty a marriage for the heroes who might win king- doms for themselves. "To me, " said the Templar, '' such hopes are eternally denied. But you, were you not already betrothed, what for- tunes might await you ! " By such discourses the ambition of Otho was perpetually aroused ; they served to deepen his discontent at his present obscurity, and to convert to distaste the only solace it afforded in the innocence and affection of Leoline. One night, a minstrel sought shelter from the storm in the halls of Liebenstein. His visit was welcomed by the chief, and he repaid the hospitality he had received by the exercise of his art. He sang of the chase, and the gaunt hound started from the hearth. He sang of love, and Otho forgetting his restless dreams, approached to Leoline, and laid himself at her feet. Louder then and louder rose the strain. The min- strel sang of war ; he painted the feats of the Crusaders ; he plunged into the thickest of the battle ; the steed neighed ; the trump sounded ; and you might have heard the ringing of the steel. But when he came to signalize the name of the 1 62 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. boldest knights, high amongst the loftiest sounded the name of Sir Warbeck of Liebenstein. Thrice had he saved the im- perial banner ; two chargers slain beneath him, he had covered their bodies with the fiercest of the foe. Gentle in the tent and terrible in the fray, the minstrel should forget his craft ere the Rhine should forget its hero. The chief started from his seat. Leoline clasped the minstrel's hand. '' .Speak, — you have seen him — he lives — he is honored ? " "I myself am but just from Palestine, brave chief and ncble maiden. I saw the gallant knight of I^iebenstein at the right hand of the imperial Conrad, And he, lady, was the only knight whom admiration shone upon without envy, its shadow. — Who then," continued the minstrel, once more striking his harp, " who then would remain inglorious in the hall .'' Shall not the banners of his sires reproach him as they wave ? and shall not every voice from Palestine strike shame into his soul .-' " " Right,"' cried Otho, suddenly, and flinging himself at the feet of his father. " Thou hearest what my brother has done, and thine aged eyes weep tears of joy. Shall /only dishonor thine old age with a rusted sword 1 No ! grant me, like my brother, to go forth with the heroes of the Cross." " Noble youth," cried the harper, " therein speaks the soul of Sir Warbeck ; hear him, sir knight, — hear the noble youih." " Heaven cries aloud in his voice," said the Templar, solemnly. "My son, I cannot chide thine ardor," said the old chief, raising him with trembling hands ; " but Leoline, thy be- trothed ? " Pale as a statue, with ears that doubted their sense as they drank in the cruel words of her lover, stood the orphan. She did not speak, she scarcely breathed ; she sank into her seat, and gazed upon the ground, till, at the speech of the chief, both maiden pride and maiden tenderness restored her consciousness, and she said, — " 7J uncle ! — Shall /bid Otho stay, when his wishes bid him depart ? " " He will return to thee, noble lady, covered with glor}%" said the harper : but Otho said no more. The touching voice of Leoline went to his soul ; he resumed his seat in silence ; and Leoline, going up to him, whispered gently, " Act as though I were not ; " and left the hall to commune with her heart and to weep alone. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 163 " I can wed her before I go," said Otho, suddenly, as he sat tliat night in the Templar's chamber. " Why, that is true ; and leave thy bride in the first week —a hard trial ! " " Better than incur the chance of never Calling her mine. Dear, kind, beloved Leoline ! " "Assuredly, she deserves all from thee ; and, indeed, it is no small sacrifice, at thy years and with thy mien, to re- nounce for ever all interest among the noble maidens thou wilt visit. Ah, from the galleries of Constantinople what eyes will look down on thee, and what ears, learning that thou art Otho the bridegroom, will turn away, caring for thee no more ! A bridegroom without a bride ! Nay, man, much as the Cross wants warriors, I am enough thy friend to tell thee, if thou weddest, to stay peaceably at home, and forget in the chase the labors of war, from which thou wouldst strip the ambition of love." " I would I knew what were best," said Otho, irreso- lutely. " My brother — ha, shall he for ever excel me ? But Leoline, how will she grieve — she who left him for me ! " " Was that thy fault ? " said the Templar, gayly. *' It may many times chance to thee again to be preferred to another. Troth, it is a sin under which the conscience may walk lightly enough. But sleep on it, Otho ; my eyes grow heavy." The next day Otho sought Leoline, and proposed to her that their wedding should precede his parting ; but so em- barrassed was he, so divided between two wishes, that Leoline, offended, hurt, stung by his coldness, refused the proposal at once. She left him, lest he should see her weep, and then — then she repented even of her just pride. But Otho, striving to appease his conscience with the belief that hers was now the sole fault, busied himself in prepara- tions for his departure. Anxious to outshine his brother, he departed not as Warbeck, alone and unattended, but levying all the horse, men, and money that his domain of Sternfels — which he had not yet tenanted — would afiford, he repaired to Frankfort at the head of a glittering troop. The Templar, affecting a relapse, tarried behind, and promised to join him at that Constantinople of which he had so loudly boasted. Meanwhile he devoted his whole powers of pleasing to console the unhappy orphan. The force oi i64 I^HE PILGRIMS OF THE RIinVE. her simple love was, however, stronger than all his arts. In vain he insinuated doubts of Otho ; she refused to heal them : in vain he poured with the softest accents into her ear the witchery of flattery and song : she turned heedlessly away : and only pained by the courtesies that had so little resemblance to Otho, she shut herself up in her chamber, and pined in solitude for her forsaken The Templar now resolved to attempt darker arts to obtain power over her, when, fortunately, he was sum moned suddenly away by a mission from the Grand Master, of so high import, that it could not be resisted by a passion stronger in his breast than love- — the passion of ambition. He left the castle to its solitude ; and Otho peopling it no more with his gay companions, no solitude could be more un- frequently disturbed. Meanwhile, though, ever and anon, the fame of Warbeck reached their ears, it came unaccompanied with that of Otho, — of him they heard no tidings : and thus the love ol the tender orphan was kept alive by the perpetual restless- ness of fear. At length the old chief died, and Leoline was left utterly alone. One evening as she sat with her maidens in the hall, the ringing of a steed's hoofs was heard in the outer court ; a horn sounded, the heavy gates were unbarred, and a knight of a stately mien and covered with the mantle of the Cross, entered the hall ; he stopped for one moment at the entrance, as if overpowered by his emotion ; in the next, he had clasped Leoline to his breast. " Dost thou not recognize thy cousin Warbeck } " He doffed his casque, and she saw that majestic brow which, un- like Otho's, had never changed or been clouded in its aspect to her. " The war is suspended for the present," said he. " I learned my father's death, and I have returned home to hang up my banner in the hall, and spend my days in peace." Time and the life of camps had worked their change upon Warbeck's face ; the fair hair, deepened in its shade, was worn from the temples ; and disclosed one scar that rather aided the beauty of a countenance that had always some- thing high and martial in its character ; but the calm it once wore had settled down into sadness ; he conversed more rarely than before, and though he smiled not less often, nor less kindly, the smile had more of thought, and the kindness THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 165 had forgot its passion. He had apparently conquered a love that was so early crossed, but not that fidelity of re- membrance which made Leoline dearer to him than all others, and forbade him to replace the images he had graven upon his soul. The orphan's lips trembled with the name of Otho, but a certain recollection stifled even her anxiety. Warbeck has- tened to forestall her questions. " Otho was well," he said, " and sojourning at Constan- tinople ; he had lingered there so long that the crusade had terminated without his aid : doubtless now he would speedily return ; a month, a week, nay, a day, might restore him to her side." Leoline was inexpressibly consoled, yet something re- mained untold. Why, if so eager for the strife of the sacred tomb, had he thus tarried at Constantinople ? She won- dered, she wearied conjecture, but she did not dare to search farther. The generous Warbeck concealed from her that Otho led a life of the most reckless and indolent dissipation ; — wasting his wealth in the pleasures of the Greek court, and only oc- cupying his ambition with the wild schemes of founding a principality in those foreign climes, w"hich the enterprises of the Norman adventurers had rendered so alluring to the knightly bandits of the age. The cousins resumed their old friendship, and Warbeck believed that it was friendship alone. They walked again among the gardens in which their childhood had strayed ; they sat again on the green turf whereon they had woven flowers ; they looked down on the eternal mirror of the Rhine ; — ah ! could it have reflected the same unawakened freshness of their life's early spring ! The grave and contemplative mind of Warbeck had not been so contented with the honors of war, but that .it had sought also those calmer sources of emotion which were yet found among the sages of the East. He had drunk at the fountain of the wisdom of those distant climes, and had ac- quired the habits of meditation which were indulged by those wiser tribes, from which the Crusaders brought back to the North the knowledge that was destined to enlighten their posterity. Warbeck, therefore, had little in common with the ruder chiefs around : he did not summon them to his board, nor attend at their noisy wassails. Often late at night, in yon shattered tower, his lonely lamp shone still over the 1 66 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. mighty stream, and his only relief to loneliness was in the presence and the song of his soft cousin. Months rolled on, when suddenly a vague and fearful rumor reached the castle of Liebenstein. Otho was return- ing home to the neighboring tower of Sternfels ; but not alone. He brought back with him a Greek bride of surpassing beauiy, and dowered with almost regal wealth. Leoline was the first to discredit the rumor ; Leoline was soon the only one who disbelieved. . Bright in the summer noon flashed the array of horse- men ; far up the steep ascent wound the gorgeous cavalcade ; the lonely towers of Liebenstein heard the echo of many a laugh and peal of merriment. Otho bore home his bride to the hall of Sternfels. That night there was a great banquet in Otho's castle ; the lights shone from every casement, and music swelled loud and ceaselessly within. By the side of Otho, glittering with the prodigal jewels of the East, sat the Greek. Her dark locks, her flashing eye, the false colors of her complexion, dazzled the eyes of her guests. On her left hand sat the Templar. " By the holy rood," quoth the Templar, gayly, though he crossed himself as he spoke, " we shall scare the owls to- night on those grim towers of Liebenstein. Thy grave brother. Sir Otho, will have much to do to comfort his cousin when she sees what a gallant life she would have led with thee." " Poor damsel ! " said the Greek, with afl"ected pity, " doubtless she will now be reconciled to the rejected one. I hear he is a knight of a comely mien." " Peace ! " said Otho, sternly, and quaffing a large goblet of wine. The Greek bit her lip, and glanced meaningly at the Tem- plar, who returned the glance. " Nought but a beauty such as thine can win my par- don," said Otho, turning to his bride, and gazing passionate- ly in her face. The Greek smiled. Well sped the feast, the laugh deepened, the wine circled, when Otho's eye rested on a guest at the bottom of the board, whose figure was mantled from head to foot, and whose face was covered by a dark veil. " Beshrew me ! " said he, aloud ; " but this is scarce THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 167 courteous at our revel : will the stranger vouchsafe to un- mask ? " These words turned all eyes to the figure, and they who sat next it perceived that it trembled violently ; at length it rose, and walking slowly, but with grace, to the fair Greek, it laid beside her a wreath of flowers. " It is a simple gift, ladye," said the stranger, in a voice of such sweetness that the rudest guest was touched by it. " But it is all I can offer, and the bride of Otho should not be without a gift at my hands. May ye both be happy ! " With these words, the stranger turned and passed from the hall silent as a shadow. " Bring back the stranger ! " cried the Greek, recovering her surprise. Twenty guests sprang up to obey her mandate. " No, no ! " said Otho, waving his hand impatiently. "Touch her not, heed her not, at your peril." The Greek bent over the flowers to conceal her anger, and from amongst them dropped the broken half of a ring. Otho recognized it at once ; it was the half of that ring which he had broken with his betrothed. Alas, he required not such a sign to convince him that that figure, so full of ineffable grace, that touching voice, that simple action so tender in its sentiment, that gift, that blessing, came only from the for- saken and forgiving Leoline ! But Warbeck, alone in his solitary tower, paced to and fro with agitated steps. Deep, undying wrath at his brother's falsehood, mingled with one burning, one delicious hope. He confessed now that he had deceived himself when he thought Ills passion was no more ; was there any longer a bar to his union with Leoline ? In that delicacy which was breathed into him by his love, he had forborne to seek, or to offer her the insult of consola- tion. He felt that the shock should be borne alone, and yet he pined, he thirsted, to throw himself at her feet. Nursing these contending thoughts, he was aroused by a knock at his door ; he opened it — the passage was thronged by Leoline's maidens ; pale, anxious, weeping. Leoline had left the castle, with but one female attendant ; none knew whither : — they knew too soon. From the hall of Sternfels she had passed over in the dark and inclement night, to the valley in which the convent of Bornhofed offered to the weary of spiri< and the broken of heart a refuge at the shrine of God. At daybreak the next morning, Warbeck was at the con 1 68 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. vent's gate. He saw Leoline : what a change one night ot suffering had made in that face, which was the fountain of all loveUness to him ? He clasped her in his arms ; he wept ; he urged all that love could urge : he besought her to accept that heart, which had never wronged her memorj^bv a thought. " Oh, Leoline ! didst thou not say once that these arms nursed thy childhood ; that this voice soothed thine early sorrows ! Ah, trust to them again and for ever. From a love that forsook thee, turn to the love that never swerved." " No," said Leoline ; " No. What would the chivalry of which thou art the boast — what would they say of thee, wert thou to wed one affianced and deserted, who tarried years for another, and brought to thine arms only that heart which he had abandoned .'' No ; and even if thou, and I know thou wouldst be, wert callous to such wrong of thy high name, shall I bring to thee a broken heart, and bruised spirit 1 shalt thou wed sorrow and not joy ? and shall sighs that will not cease, and tears that may not be dried, be the only dowry of thy bride ? Thou, too, for whom all blessings should be or- dained ? No, forget me ; forget thy poor Leoline ! She hath nothing but prayers for thee." In vain Warbeck pleaded ; in vain he urged all that passion and truth could urge ; the springs of earthly love were for ever dried up in the orphan's heart, and her resolution was immovable — she tore herself from his arms, and the gate of the convent creaked harshly on his ear. A new and stern emotion now wholly possessed him ; though naturally mild and gentle, he cherished anger, when once it was aroused, with the strength of a calm mind. Leoline's tears, her sufferings, her wrongs, her uncomplaining spirit, the change already stamped upon her face, all cried aloud to him for vengeance. •' She is an orphan," said he, bitterly ; "she hath none to protect, to redress her, save me alone. My father's charge over her forlorn youth descends of right to me. What matters it whether her forsaker be my brother ? — he is her foe. Hath he not crushed her heart i Hath he not consigned her to sorrow till the grave ? And with what insult ; no warning, no excuse ; with lewd wassailers keeping revel for his new bridals in the hearing — before the sight — of his betrothed ! Enough ! the time hath come, when, to use his own words, ' One of us two must fall ! ' " He half-drew his sword as he spoke, and thrusting it back vio- lently into the sheath, strode home to his solitary castle. The sound of steeds and of the hunting horn met him at his por THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 169 tal : the bridal train of Sternfels, all mirth and gladness, were parting for the chase. That evening a knight in complete armor entered the banquet-hall of Sternfels, and defied Otho, on the part of Warbeck of Liebenstein, to mortal combat. Even the Templar was startled by so unnatural a challenge ; but Otho, reddening, took up the gage, and the day and spot were fixed. Discontented, wroth with himself, a savage glad- ness seized him, he longed to wreak his desperate feelingseven on his brother. Nor had he ever in his jealous heart for- given that brother his virtues and his renown. At the appointed hour, the brothers met as foes. War- beck's vizor was up, and all the settled sternness of his soul was stamped upon his brow. But Otho, more willing to brave the arm than to face the front of his brother, kept his vizor down ; the Templar stood by him with folded arms. It was a study in human passions to his mocking mind. Scarce had the first trump sounded to this dread conflict, when a new actor entered on the scene. The rumor of so unprecedented an event had not failed to reach the convent of Bornhofen ; — and now, two by two, came the sisters of the holy shrine, and the armed men made way, as with trailing garments and veiled faces they swept along into the very lists. At that moment one from amongst them left her sisters with a slow majestic pace, and paused not till she stood right between the brother foes. " Warbeck," she said in a hollow voice, that curdled up his dark spirit as it spoke, " is it thus thou wouldst prove thy lovy and maintain thy trust over the fatherless orphan whom thy sire bequeathed to thy care ? Shall I have murder on me soul ? " At that question she paused, and those who heard It were struck dumb and shuddered. " Shall I forget thy wrongs, Leoline ? " said Warbeck. " Wrongs ! they united me to God ! they are forgiven, they are no more. Earth has deserted me, but heaven hath taken me to its arms ; — shall I murmur at the change ? And thou, Otho — (here her voice faltered) — thou, does thy con- science smite thee not ? — wouldst thou atone for robbing me of hope by barring against me the future ? Wretch that I should be, could I dream of mercy — could I dream of com- fort, if thy brother fell by thy sword in my cause ? Otho, ] have pardoned thee, and blessed thee and thine. Once, per- haps, thou didst love me ; remember how I loved thee — cast down thine arms." lyo THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. Otho gazed at the veiled form before him. Where had the soft Leoline learned to command? — he turned to his brother , he felt all that he had inflicted upon both ; and cast- ing his sword upon the ground, he knelt at the feet of Leo- line, and kissed her garment with a devotion that votary never lavished on a holier saint. The spell that lay over the warriors around was broken ; there was one loud cry of congratulation and joy. " And thou, Warbeck ! " said Leoline, turning to the sjDOt where, still motionless and haughty, Warbeck stood. " Have I ever rebelled against thy will ? " said he, softly ; and buried the point of his sword in the earth. — " Yet, Leo- line, yet," added he, looking at his kneeling brother, " yet art thou already better avenged than by this steel ! " " Thou art ! thou art ! " cried Otho, smiting his breast ; and slowly, and scarce noting the crowd that fell back from his path, Warbeck left the lists. Leoline said no more ; her divine errand was fulfilled. She looked long and wistfully after the stately form of the knight of Liebenstein, and then, with a slight sigh, she turned to Otho : " This is the last time we shall meet on earth. Peace be with us all." She then, with the same majestic and collected bearing, passed on towards the sisterhood ; and as, in the same sol- emn procession, they glided back towards the convent, there was not a man present — no, not even the hardened Templar — who would not, like Otho, have bent his knee to Leoline. Once more Otho plunged into the wild revelry of the age ; his castle was thronged with guests, and night after night the lighted halls shone down athwart the tranquil Rliine. The beauty of the Greek, the wealth of Otho, the fame of the Templar, attracted all the chivalry from far and near. Never had the banks of the Rhine known so hospita- ble a lord as the knight of Sternfels. Yet gloom seized him in the midst of gladness, and the revel was welcome only as the escape from remorse. The voice of scandal, however, soon began to mingle with that of envy at the pomp of Otho. The fair Greek, it was said, weary of her lord, lavished her smiles on others : the young and the fair were always most acceptable at the castle ; and, above all, her guilty love for the Templar scarcely affected disguise. Otho alone ap- peared unconscious of the rumor ; and though he had begun to neglect his bride, he relaxed not in his intimacy with the Templar. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 171 It was noon, and the Greek was sitting in her bower alone with her suspected lover ; the rich perfumes of the East mingled with the fragrance of flowers, and various luxuries, unknown till then in those northern shores, gave a soft and effeminate character to the room. " I tell thee," said the Greek, petulantly, " that he begins to suspect ; that I have seen him watch thee, and mutter as he watched, and play with the hilt of his dagger. Better .et us fly ere it is too late, for his vengeance would be terril)le were it once roused against us. Ah, why did I ever forsake my own sweet land for these barbarous shores ! There, love is not considered eternal, nor inconstancy a crime worthy death." " Peace, pretty one ! " said the Templar, carelessly , " ihou knowest not the laws of our foolish chivalry. Think- est thou I could tly from a knight's halls like a thief in the night ? Why verily, even the red cross would not cover such dishonor. If thou fearest that thy dull lord suspects, let us part. The emperor hath sent to me from Frankfort. Ere evening I might be on my way thither." " And I left to brave the barbarian's revenge alone ? Is this thy chivalry ? " " Nay, prate not so wildly," answered the Templar. " Surely, when the object of his suspicion is gone, thy woman's art and thy Greek wiles can easily allay the jealous fiend. Do I not know thee, Glycera .'' Why, thou wouldst fool all men — save a Templar." " And thou, cruel, wouldst thou leave me ? " said the Greek, weeping. " How shall I live without thee ? " The Templar laughed slightly. " Can such eyes ever weep without a comforter ? But farewell ; I must not be found with thee. To-morrow I depart for Frankfort; we shall meet again." As soon as the door closed on the Templar, the Greek rose, and pacing the room said, " Selfish, selfish ! how could I ever trust him 1 Yet I dare not brave Otho alone. Surely it was his step that disturbed us in our yesterday's interview. Nay, I will fly. I can never want a companion." She clapped her hands ; a young page appeared ; she threw herself on her seat and wept bitterly. The page approached, and love was mingled with his compassion. " Why weepest thou, dearest lady ? " said he ; " is there 172 THE riLGKJMS OF THE R II LYE. aught in which Conrad's services — services! — ah thou hast read his heart — fiis devotion may avail ? " Otho had wandered out the whole day alone ; his vassals had observed that his brow was more gloomy than its wont, for he usually concealed whatever might prey within. Some of the most confidential of his servitors he had conferred with, and the conference had deepened the shadow on his countenance. He returned at twilight ; the Greek did not honor the repast with her presence. She was unwell, and not to be disturbed. The gay Templar was the life of the board. " Thou carriest a sad brow to-day. Sir Otho," said he " good faith, thou hast caught it from the air of Liebenstein. " I have something troubles me," answered Otho, forcing a smile, "which I would fain impart to thy friendly bosom. The night is clear and the moon is up, let us forth alone into the garden." The Temple rose and he forgot not to gird on his sword as he followed the knight. Otho led the way to one of the most distant terraces that overhung the Rhine. " Sir Temple," said he, pausing, " answer me one ques- tion on thy knightly honor. Was it thy step that left my lady's bower yestereve at vespers ? " Startled by so sudden a query, the wily Templar faltered in his reply. The red blood mounted to Otho's brow. " Nay, lie not, sir knight. These eyes, thanks to God ! have not witnessed, but these ears have heard from others of my dishonor." As Otho spoke, the Templar's eye, resting on the water, perceived a boat rowing fast over the Rhine ; the distance forbade him to see more than the outline of two figures with- in it. " She was right," thought he ; " perhaps that boat al ready bears her from the danger." Drawing himself up to the full height of his tall stature, the Templar replied haughtih', — " Sir Otho of Sternfels, if thou hast deigned to question thy vassals, obtain from them only an answer. It is not to contradict such minions that the knights of the Temple pledge their word ! " " Enough," cried Otho, losing patience, and striking the Templar with his clenched hand. " Draw, traitor ! draw ! " Alone in his lofty tower Warbeck watched the night deepen over the heavens, and communed mournfully with THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 173 himself. " To what end," thought he, " have these strong affections, these capacities of love, this yearning after sym- pathy, been given me ? Unloved and unknown I walk to my grave, and all the noble mysteries of my heart are forever to be untold." Thus musing, he heard not the challenge of the warder on the wall, or the unbarring of the gate below, or the tread of footsteps along the winding stair ; the door was thrown suddenly open, and Otho stood before him. " Come," he said, in a low voice trembling with passion ; " come, I will show thee that which shall glad thine heart. Twofold is Leoline avenged." Warbeck looked in amazement on a brother he had not met since they stood in arms each against the other's life, and he now saw that the arm that Otho extended to him dripped with blood, trickling drop by drop upon the floor. " Come," said Otho, " follow nie ; it is my last prayer. Come, for Leoline's sake, come." At that name Warbeck hesitated no longer ; he girded on his sword, and followed his brother down the stairs and through the castle-gate. The porter scarcely believed his eyes when he saw the two brothers, so divided, go forth at that hour alone, and seemingly in friendship. Warbeck, arrived at that epoch in the feelings when nothing stuns, followed with silent steps the rapid strides of his brother. The two castles, as you are aware, are scarce a stone's throw from each other. In a few minutes Otho paused at an open space in one of the terraces of Sternfels, on which the moon shone bright and steady. '' Behold ! " he said, in a ghastly voice, " behold ! " and Warbeck saw on the sward the corpse of the Templar, bathed with the blood that even still poured fast and warm from his heart. " Hark ! " said Otho. " He it was who first made me waver in my vows to Leoline ; he persuaded me to Vvcd yon whited falsehood. Hark ! he, who had thus wronged my real love, dishonored me with my faithless bride, and thus — ■ thus — thus " — as grinding his teeth, he spurned again and again the dead body of" the Templar — "thus Leoline and myself are avenged ! " " And thy wife 1 " said Warbeck, pityingly. " Fled — fled with a hireling page. It is well ! she was not worth the sword that was once belted on — by Leoline." 174 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. The tradition, dear Gertrude, proceeds to tell us that Otho, though often menaced by the rude justice of the day for the death of the Templar, defied and escaped the menace. On the very night of his revenge, a long delirious illness seized him ; the generous Warbeck forgave, forgot all, save that he had been once consecrated by Leoline's love. He tended him through his sickness, and when he recovered, Otho was an altered man. He forswore the comrades he had once courted, the revels he had once led. The halls of Sternfels were desolate as those of Liebenstein, The only companion Otho sought was Warbeck, and Warbeck bore with him. They had no topic in common, for on one subject Warbeck at least felt too deeply ever to trust himself to speak ; yet did a strange and secret sympathy re-unite them. They had at least a common sorrow ; often they were seen wandering together by the solitary banks of the river, or amidst the woods, without apparently interchanging word or sign. Otho died first, and still in the prime of youth ; and Warbeck was now left companionless. In vain the imperial court wooed him to its pleasures ; in vain the camp proffered him the oblivion of renown. Ah ! could he tear himself from a spot where morning and night he could see afar, amidst the valley, the roof that sheltered Leoline, and on which every copse, every turf, reminded him of former days ? His solitary life, his midnight vigils, strange scrolls about his chamber, obtained him by degrees the repute of cultivating the darker arts ; and shunning, he became shunned by all. But still it was sweet to hear from time to time of the increas- ing sanctity of her in whom he had treasured up his last thoughts of earth. She it was who healed the sick ; she it was who relieved the poor ; and the superstition of that age brought pilgrims from afar to the altars that she served. Many years afterwards, a band of lawless robbers, who ever and anon broke from their mountain fastnesses to pillage and to desolate the valleys of the Rhine ; who spared neither sex nor age ; neither tower nor hut ; nor even the houses of God himself ; laid waste the territories round Bornhofen, and demanded treasure from the convent. The abbess, of the bold lineage of Rudesheim, refused the sacri- legious demand ; the convent was stormed ; its vassals re- sisted ; the robbers, inured to slaughter, won the day ; al- ready the gates were forced, when a knight at the head of a small but hardy trooD, rushed down from the mountain siae, THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 175 and turned the tide of the fray. Wherever his sword flashed, fell a foe. Wherever his war-cry sounded, was a space of dead men in the thick of the battle. The fight was won ; the convent saved ; the abbess and the sisterhood came forth to bless their deliverer. Laid under an aged oak, he was bleedinsf fast to death : his head was bare and his locks were gray, but scarcely yet with years. One only of the sister- hood recognized that majestic face ; one bathed his parched lips ; one held his dying hand ; and in Leoline's presence passed away the faithful spirit of the last lord of Lieben- stein ! " Oh ! " shid Gertrude, through her tears ; " surely you must have altered the facts, — surely — surely — it must have been impossible for Leoline, with a woman's heart, to have loved Otho more than Warbeck ? " " My child," said Vane, " so think women when they read a tale of love, and see the whole heart bared before them ; but not so act they in real life — when they see only tiie surface of character, and pierce not its depths — until it is too late ! " CHAPTER XXV. The Immortality of the Soul — A Common Incident not before described — Trevylyan and Gertrude. The day now grew cool as it waned to its decline, and the breeze came sharp upon the delicate frame of the sufferer. They resolved to proceed no farther ; and as they carried with them attendants and baggage, which rendered their route almost independent of the ordinary accommodation, they steered for the opposite shore, and landed at a village beautifully sequestered in a valley, and where they fortunate- ly obtained a lodging not often met with in the regions of the picturesque. When Gertrude, at an early hour, retired to bed. Vane and Du e fell into speculative conversation upon the nature of man. Vane's philosophy was of a quiet and passive scepticism; the physician dared more boldly, and rushed from doubt to negation. The attention of Trevylyan, as he iy6 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. sat apart and musing, was arrested in despite of himself. He listened to an argument in which he took no share ; but which suddenly inspired him with an interest in that awful subject which, in the heat of youth and the occupations of the world, had never been so prominently called forth before. " What ! " thought he, with unutterable anguish, as he listened to the earnest vehemence of the Frenchman and the tranquil assent of Vane ; " if this creed were indeed true, — if there be no other world — Gertrude is lost to me eternally, through the dread gloom of death there would break forth no star ! " That is a peculiar incident that perhaps occurs to us all at times, but which I have never found expressed in books ; — viz. to hear a doubt of futurity at the very moment in which the present is most overcast ; and to find at once this world stripped of its delusion, and the next of its consolation. It is perhaps for others, rather than ourselves, that the fond heart requiries an Hereafter. The tranquil rest, the shadow, and the silence, the mere pause of the wheel of life, have no terror for the wise, who know the due value of the world, — "After the billows of a -stormy sea, Sweet is at last the haven of repose !" Eut not so when that stillness is to divide us eternally from others ; when those we have loved with all the passion, the devotion, the watchful sanctity of the weak human heart, are to exist to us no more ! — when, after long years of desertion and widowhood on earth, there is to be no hope of re-union in that Invisible beyond the stars ; when the torch, not of life only, but of love, is to be quenched in the Dark Fountain ; and the grave, that we would fain hope is the great restorer of broken ties, is but the dumb seal of hopeless — utter — in- exorable separation ! And it is this thought — this sentiment, which makes religion out of woe, and teaches belief to the mourning heart, that in the gladness of united afifections felt not the necessity of a heaven ! To how many is the death of the beloved the parent of faith ! Stung by his thoughts Trevylyan rose abruptly, and steal- ing from the lovvly hostelry, walked forth amidst the serene and deepening night ; from the window of Gertrude's room the light streamed calm on the purple air. With uneven steps and many a pause, he paced to and fro beneath the window, and gave the rein to his thoughts. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. i-j-j How intensely he felt the all that Gertrude was to him ! How bitterly he foresaw the change in his lot and character that her death Avould work out ! For who that met him in later years ever dreamed that emotions so soft, and yet so ardent, had visited one so stern ? Who could have believed that time was, when the polished and cold Trevylyan had kept the vigils he now held below the chamber of one so little like himself as Gertrude, in that remote and solitary hamlet ; shut in by the haunted mountains" of the Rhine, and beneath the moonlight of the romantic North? While thus engaged, the light in Gertrude's room was suddenly extinguished ; it is impossible to express how much that trivial incident affected him ! It was like an emblem of what was to come ; rhe light had been the only evidence of life that broke u]3on that hour, and he was now left alone with the shades of night. Was not this like the herald of Gertrude's own death ; the extinction of the only living ray that broke upon the darkness of the world ? His anguish, his presentiment of utter desolation in- creased. He groaned aloud : he dashed his clenched hand to his breast — large and cold drops of agony stole down his brow. " Father," he exclaimed with a struggling voice, " let this cup pass from me ! Smite my ambition to the root, curse me with poverty, shame, and bodily cHsease ; but leave me this one solace, this one companion of my fate. ! " At this moment Gertrude's window opened gently, and he heard her accents steal soothingly upon his ear. " Is not that your voice, Albert .<* " said she. softly. " I heard it just as I laid down to rest, and could not sleep while you were thus exposed to the damp night air. You do not answer ; surely it is your voice : when did I mistake it for another's .'' " Mastering with a violent effort his emotions, Trevylyan answered, with a sort of convulsive gayety — " Why come to these shores, dear Gertrude, unless ycu are honored with the chivalry that belongs to them .'' What wind, what blight, can harm me while within the circle of your presence ; and what sleep can bring me dreams so dear as the waking thoughts of you 1 " " It is cold," said Gertrude, shivering ; " come in, dear Albert, I beseech you, and I will thank you to-morrow." Gertrude's voice was choked by the hectic cough, that went like an arrow to Trevylyan's heart ; and he felt that in hei 178 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. anxiety for him she was now exposing her own frame to the unwholesome night. He spoke no more, but hurried within the house; and when the gray Ught of morn broke upon his gloomy features, haggard from the want of sleep, it might have seemed, in that dim eye and fast-sinking cheek, as if the lovers were not to be divided — even by death itself. CHAPTER XXVI. In which the reader will learn how the Fairies were received by the Sovereigns of the Mines. — The complaint of the last of the Fauns. — The Red Huntsman. — The storm. — Death. In the deep valley of Ehrenthal, the metal kings — the Prince of the Silver Palaces, the Gnome Monarch of the dull Lead Mine, the President of the Copper United States, held a court to receive the fairy wanderers from the island of Nonnewerth. The prince was there, in a gallant hunting- suit of oak-leaves, in honor to England ; and wore a profu- sion of fairy orders, which had been instituted from time to time in honor of the human poets that had celebrated the spiri- tual and ethereal tribes. Chief of these, sweet Dreamers of the Midsummer Night's Dream, was the badge crystallized from the dews that rose above the whispering reeds of Avon, on the night of thy birth — the great epoch of the intellectual world. Nor wert thou, O beloved MusEeus ! nor thou, dim- dreaming Tieck ! nor were ye, the wild imaginer of the bright-haired Undine, and the wayward spirit that invoked for the gloomy Manfred the Witch of the breathless Alps, and the spirits of earth and air ! — nor were ye without the honors of fairy homage. Your memory may fade from the heart of man, and the spells of new enchanters may succeed to the charm you once wove over the face of the common world ; but still in the green knolls of the haunted valley and the deep shade of forests, and the starred palaces of air, ye are honored by the beings of your dreams, as demigods and kings. Your graves are tended by invisible hands, and the places of your birth are hallowed by no perishable worship. Even as I write,* far away amidst the hills of Scotland, * It was just at the time the author was finishing this work that the great master of his art was drawing to the close of his career. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 179 and by the forest thou hast clothed with immortal verdure thou, the waker of " the Harp by lone GlenfiUan's spring," art passing from the earth which thou hast " painted with de- light." And, such are the chances of mortal fame, our chil- dren's children may raise new idols on the site of thy holy altar, and cavil where their sires adored; but for thee the mermaid of the ocean shall wail in her coral caves, and the sprites that lives in the waterfalls shall mourn. Strange sliapes shall hew thy monument in the recesses of the lonely rocks ; ever by moonlight shall the fairies pause from their roundel when some wild note of their minstrelsy reminds them of thine own ; — ceasing from their revelries to weep for the silence of that mighty lyre, which breathed alike a reve- lation of the mysteries of spirits and of men ! The Kins: of the Silver Mines sat in a cavern in the val- ley, through which the moonlight pierced its way and slept in shadow on the soil, shining with metals wrought into unnum- bered shapes ; and below him, on a humbler throne, with a gray beard and downcast eye, sat the aged King of the Dwarfs that preside over the dull realms of lead, and inspire the verse of , and the prose of . And there, too, a fantastic household elf was the president of the Copper Re public — a spirit that loves economy and the Uses, and smiles sparingly on the Beautiful. But, in the centre of the cave, upon beds of the softest mosses, the untrodden growth of ages, reclined the fairy visitors — Nymphalin seated by hei betrothed. And round the walls of the cave were dwarf at- tendants on the sovereigns of the metals, of a thousand odd shapes and fantastic garments. On the abrupt ledges of the rocks the bats, charmed to stillness but not sleep, clustered thickly, watching the scene with fixed and amazed eyes ; and one old gray owl, the favorite of the witch of the valley, sat blinking in a corner, listening with all her might that she mi^ht brins: home the scandal to her mistress. " And tell me. Prince of the Rhine-Island Fays," said the King of the Silver Mines, " for thou art a traveller, and a fairy that hath seen much, how go men's affairs in the upper world ? As to ourself we live here in a stupid splendor, and only hear the news of the day when our brother of lead pays a visit to the English printing-press, or the President of Cop- per goes to look at his improvements in steam-engines." " Indeed," replied Fayzenhim, preparing to speak, like ^neas in the Carthaginian court ; " indeed, your majesty, I know not much that will interest you in the present aspect of iSo THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. mortal affairs, except that you are quite as much honored at this day as wlien the Roman conqueror bent his knee to 3'ou among: the mountains of Taunus: and a vast number of little round subjects of yours are constantly carried about by the rich, and pined after with hopeless adoration by the poor. But, begging your majesty's pardon, may I ask what has be- come of your cousin, the King of the Golden Mines ? I know very well that he has no dominion in these valleys, and do not therefore wonder at his absence from your court this, night ; but I see so little of his subjects on earth, that I should fear his empire was well-nigh at an end, if I did not recognize everywhere the most servile homage paid so a power now become almost invisible." The King of the Silver Mines fetched a deep sigh, " Alas, prince," said he, " too well do you divine the expiration of my cousin's empire. So many of his subjects have from time to time gone forth to the world, pressed into military service and never returning, that his kingdom is nearly depopulated. And he lives far off in the distant parts of the earth, in a state of melancholy seclusion ; the age of gold has passed, the age of paper has commenced." " Paper," said Nymphalin, who was still somewhat of a precieuse, — " paper is a wonderful thing. What pretty books the human people write upon it ! " " Ah ! that's what I desire to convey," said the silver king. " It is the age less of paper money than paper govern- ment : the press is the true bank." The lord treasurer of the English fairies pricked up his ears at the word " bank." For he was the Attwood of the fairies. He had a favorite plan of making money out of Bulrushes, and had written four large bees'-wings full upon the true nature of capital. While they were thus conversing, a sudden sound, as of some rustic and rude music, broke along the air, and closing its wild burden, they heard the following song. THE COMPLAINT OF THE LAST FAUN. I. The moon on the Latmos mountain Her pining vigil keeps ; And ever the silver fountain In the Doran valley weeps. But gone are Endymion's dreams ; — And the crystal lymph Bewails the nymph Whose beauty sleeked the streams I THE f/LGRIMS OF THE RHINE. iSx II. Round Arcady's oak, its green The Bromian ivy weaves ; But no more is the satyr seen Laughing out from the glossy leaves. Hushed is the Lycian lute, Still grows the seed Of the AToenale reed, But the pipe of Pan is mute I III. The leaves in the noon-day quiver ;— The vines on the mountains wave ; — And Tiber rolls his river As fresh by the Sylvan's cave ; But my brothers are dead and gone ; And far away From their graves I stray, And dream of the Past alone I IV. And the sun of the north is chill ; — And keen is the northern gale ; Alas for the song on the Argive hill; And the dance in the Cretan vale I— The youth of the earth is o'er, And its breast is rife With the teeming life Of the Golden Tribes no more 1 V. My race are more blest than T, Asleep in their distant bed ; 'Twere better, be sure, to die Than to mourn for the buried Dead ;— To rove by the stranger streams, At dusk and dawn A lonely faun. The last of the Grecian's dreams. As the song ended, a shadow crossed the moonlight that ,ay white and lustrous before the aperture of the cavern ; and Nymphalin, looking up, beheld a graceful, yet grotesque figure, standing on the sward without, and gazing on the group in the cave. It was a shaggy form, with a goat's legs and .ears ; but the rest of its body, and the height of the stature, like a man's. An arch, pleasant, yet malicious smile played about its lips ; and in its hand it held the pastoral J 82 "^^^^ PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. pipe of which poets have sung ; they would find it difficult tc sing to it ! " And who art thou ? " said Fayzenheim, with the aii of a hero. " I am the last lingering wanderer of the race which the Romans worshipped : hiiher I followed their victorious steps, and in these green hollows have I remained. Sometimes in the still noon, when the leaves of spring bud upon the whis- pering woods, I peer forth from my rocky lair, and startle the peasant with my strange voice and stranger shape. Then goes he home, and puzzles his thick brain with mops and fancies, till at length he imagines me, the creature of the south ! one of his northern demons, and his poets adapt the apparition to their barbarous lines." " Ho ! " quoth the silver king, " surely thou art the origin of the fabled Satan of the cowled men living whilome in yon- der ruins, with its horns and goatish limbs : and the harmless faun has been made the figuration of the most implacable of fiends. But why, O wanderer of the south ! lingerest thou in these foreign dells .-' Why returnest thou not to the bi- forked hilltop of old Parnassus, or the wastes around the yellow course of the Tiber } " " My brethren are no more," said the poor faun ; " and the very faith that left us sacred and unharmed is departed. But here all the spirits not of mortality are still honored ; and I wander, mourning for Silenus ; though amidst the vines that should console me for his loss." " Thou hast known great beings in thy day," said the leaden king, who loved the philosophy of a truism ( and the history of whose inspirations I shall one day write). " Ah, yes," said the faun, " my birth was amidst the treshness of the world when the flush of the universal life colored all things with divinity ; when not a tree but had its Dryad — not a fountain that was without its Nymph. I sat by the gray throne of Saturn, in his old age, ere yet he was discrowned (for he was no visionary ideal, but the arch mon- arch of the pastoral age) : and heard from his lips the history of the world's birth. But those time are gone for ever — they have left harsh successors." " It is the age of paper," muttered the lord treasurer, shaking his head. " What ho, for a dance ! " cried Fayzenheim, too royal for moralities, and he whirled the beautiful Nymphalin into a waltz. Then forth issued the fairies, and out went the dwarfs. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 183 And the faun leaning against an aged elm, ere yet the mid- night waned, the elves danced their charmed round to the antique minstrelsy of his pipe — the minstrelsy of the Grecian world ! " Hast thou seen yet, my Nymphalin," said Fayzenheim, in the pauses of the dance, " the recess of the Hartz, and the red form of its mighty hunter ? " " It is a fearful sight," answered Nymphalin : " but with thee I should not fear." "Away, then," cried Fayzenheim ; " let us away at the first cock-crow, into those shaggy dells, for there is no need of night to conceal us, and the unwitnessed blush of morn, or the dreary silence of noon, is no less than the moon's reign, the season for the sports of the superhuman tribes." Nymphalin, charmed with the proposal, readily assented, and at the last hour of night, bestriding the star-beams of the many-titled Friga, away sped the fairy cavalcade to the gloom of the mystic Hartz. Fain would I relate the manner of their arrival in the thick recesses of the forest ; how they found the Red Hunter seated on a fallen pine beside a wide chasm in the earth, with the arching boughs of the wizard oak wreathing above his head as a canopy, and his bow and spear lying idle at his feet. Fain would I tell of the reception which he deigned to the fairies, and how he told them of his ancient victories over man; how he chafed at the gathering invasions of his realm ; and how joyously he gloated of some great convul- sion * in the northern states, which, rapt into moody reveries in those solitary woods, the fierce demon broodingly foresaw. All these fain would I narrate, but they are not of the Rhine, and my story will not brook the delay. While thus convers- ing with the fiend, noon had crept on, and the sky had be- come overcast and lowering; the giant trees waved gustily to and fro, and the low gatheridgs of the thunder announced the approaching storm. Then the hunter rose and stretched his mighty limbs, and seizing his spear, he strode rapidly into the forest, to meet the thing of his own tribe that the tempest awakes from their rugged lair. A sudden recollection broke upon Nymphalin. " Alas alas ! " she cried, wringing her hands ; " What have I done ' In journeying hither with thee, I have forgotten my ofhce. I * Which has come to pass — 1849. 184 "^liE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. have neglected my watch ovei the elements, and my human charge is at this hour, perhaps, exposed to all the fury of the stonn." " Cheer thee, my Nymphalin," said the prince, " we will lay the tempest ; " and he waved his sword and muttered the charms which curb the winds and roll back the marching thunder : but for once the tempest ceased not at his spells ; and now, as the fairies sped along the troubled air, a pale and beautiful form met them by the way, and the fairies paused and trembled. For the power of that Shape could vanquish even them. It was the form of a female, with golden hair, crowned with a chaplet of withered leaves ; hei bosoms, of an exceeding beauty, lay bare to the wind, and an infant was clasped between them, hushed into a sleep so still, that neither the roar of the thunder, nor the livid light- ning flashing from cloud to cloud, could even ruffle, much less arouse, the slumberer. And the face of the Female was unutterably calm and sweet (though with a something of severe), there was no line nor wrinkle in her hueless brow ; care never wrote its defacing characters upon that everlasting beauty. It knew no sorrow nor change ; ghost-like and shadowy floated on that Shape through the abyss of Time, governing the world with an unquestioned and noiseless sway. And the children of the green solitudes of the earth, the lovely fairies of my tale, shuddered as they gazed and recognized — the form of Death ! DEATH VINDICATED. " And why," said the beautiful Shape, with a voice soft as the last sighs of a dying babe ; " why trouble ye the air with spells } mine is the hour and the empire, and the storm is the creature of my power. Far yonder to the west it sweeps over the sea, and the ship ceases to vex the waves it smites the forest, and the destined tree, torn from its roots, feels the winter strip the gladness from its boughs no more ! The roar of the elements is the herald of eternal stillness to their victims ; and they who hear the progress of my power idly shudder at the coming of peace. And ihou, O tender daughter of the fairy kings ! why grievest thou at a mortal's doom ? Knowest thou not that sorrow cometh with years, and that to live is to mourn ? Blessed is the flower that, nijiped in its early spring, feels not tiic blast that one TJIE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 185 by one scatters its blossoms around it, and leaves but the bairen stem. Blessed are the young whom I clasp to my .breast, and lull into the sleep which the storm cannot break, nor the morrow arouse to sorrow, or to toil. The heart that is stilled in the bloom of its first emotions, — that turns with its last throb to the eye of love, as yet unlearned in the pos- sibility of change, — has exhausted already the wine of life, and is saved only from the lees. As the mother soothes to sleep the wail of her troubled child, I open my arms to the vexed spirit, and my bosom cradles the unquiet to repose ! " The fairies answered not, for a chill and a fear lay over them, and the Shape glided on ; ever as it passed away through the veiling clouds they heard its low voice singing amidst the roar of the storm, as the dirge of the watersprite over the vessel it hath lured into the whirlpool or the shoals. CHAPTER XXVII. Thurmberg. — A storm upon the Rhine. — The ruins of Rheinfels. — Peril uhfelt by love. — Tiie echo of the Lurlei berg. — St. Goar. — Caub, Gu- tenfels, and Pfalzgrafenstein. — A certain vastness of mind in the first Hermits. — The scenery of the Rhine to Bacharach. Our part)- continued their voyage the next day, which was less bright than any they had yet experienced. The clouds swept on dull and heavy, suffering the sun only to break forth at scattered intervals ; they wound round the curving bay which the Rhine forms in that part of its course ; and gazed upon the ruins of Thurmberg with the rich gar- dens that skirt the banks below. The last time Trevylyan had seen those ruins soaring against the sky, the green foli- age at the foot of the rocks, and the quiet village sequestered beneath, glassing its roofs and solitar)' tower upon the wave, it had been with a gay summer troop of light friends, who had paused on the opposite shore during the heats of noon, and over wine and fruits, and mimicked the groups of Boccaccio, and intermingled the lute, the jest, the momentary love, and the laughing tale. What a difference now in his thoughts — in the object of the voyage — in his present companions ! The feet of years fall noiseless ; we heed, we note them not, till tracking the 1 86 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. same course we passed long since, we are startled to find how deep the impression they leave behind. To revisit the scenes of our youth is to commune with the ghost of ourselves. At this time the clouds gathered rapidly along the hea- vens, and they were startled by the first peal of the thunder. Sudden and swift came on the storm, and Trevylyan trembled as he covered Gertrude's form with the rude boat-cloaks the)r had brought with them ; the small vessel began to rock wildly to and fro upon the waters. High above them rose the vast dismantled Ruins of Rheinfels, the lightning dart- ing through its shattered casements, and broken arches, and brightening the* gloomy trees that here and there clothed the rocks, and tossed to the angry wind. Swift wheeled the water-birds over the river, dipping their plumage in the white foam, and uttering their discordant screams. A storm upon the Rhine has a grandeur it is in vain to paint. Its rocks, its foliage, the feudal ruins that everywhere rise from the lofty heights — speaking in characters of stern decay of many a former battle against time and tempest ; the broad and rapid course of the legendarj' river, all harmonize with the elementary strife ; and you feel that to see the Rhine only -W the sunshine is to be unconscious of its most majestic as- pects. What baronial wars had those ruins witnessed ! F/om the rapine of the lordly tyrant of those battlements rose the first Confederation of the Rhine — the great strife between the new time and the old — the town and the castle — the citizen and the chief. Gray and stern those ruins breasted the storm — a type of the antique opinion which once manned them with armed serfs ; and, yet in ruins and decay, appeals from the victorious freedom it may no longer resist ! Clasped in Trevylyan's guardian arms, and her head pillowed on his breast, Gertrude felt nothing of the storm save its grandeur ; and Trevylyan's voice whispered cheer and courage to her ear. She answered by a smile, and a sigh, but not of pain. In the convulsions of nature we forget our own separate existence, our schemes, our projects, ou; fears ; our dreams vanish back into their cells. One passion only the storm quells not, and the presence of Love mingles with the voice of the fiercest storms as with the whispers of th'; southern wind. So she felt, as they were thus drawn close together, and as she strove to smile away the anxious terror from Trevylyan's gaze — a security, a delight ; for peril is sweet even to the fears of woman, when it impresses upon her yet more vividly thirt she is beloved. THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 187 " A moment more and we reach the land," murmured Trevylyan. " I wish it not," answered Gertrude, softly. But ere they got into St. Goar the rain descended in torrents, and even the thick coverings round Gertrude's form were not sufficient protection against it. Wet and dripping, she reached the inn ; but not then, nor for some days, was she sensible of the shock Iicr decaying health had received. I'he storm lasted but a few hours, and the sun afterwards, broke forth so brightly, and the stream looked so inviting, that they yielded to Gertrude's earnest wish, and, taking a larger vessel, continued their course : they passed along the narrow and dangerous defile of the Gewirre, and the fearful whirlpool of the " Bank ; " and on the shore to the left the enormous rock of Lurlei rose, huge and shapeless, on their gaze. In this place is a singular echo, and one of the boat- men wound a horn, which produced an almost supernatural music — so wild, loud, and oft-reverberated, was its sound. The river now curved along in a narrow and deep channel amongst rugged steeps, on which the westering sun cast long and uncouth shadows : and here the hermit, from whose sacred name the town of St. Goar derived its own, fixed his abode and preached the religion of the Cross. "There was a certain vastness of mind," said Vane, " in the adoption of utter solitude, in which the first enthasiasts of our religion indulged. The remote desert, the solitary rock, the rude dwelling hollowed from the cave, the eternal conunune with their own hearts, with nature, and their dreams of God, all make a picture of severe- and preterhuman grandeur. Say what we will of the necessity and charm of social life, there is a greatness about man when he dispenses with mankind." " As to that," said Du e, shrugging his shoulders, " there was probably very good wine in the neighborhood, and the females' eyes about Oberwesel are singularly blue." They now approached Oberwesel, another of the once im- perial towns, and behind it beheld the remains of the castle of the illustrious family of Schomberg ; the ancestors of the old hero of the Boyne. A little further on, from the opposite shore, the castle of Gutenfels rose above the busy town of Kaub. " Another of those scenes," said Trevylyan, " celebrated equally by love and glory, for the castle's name is derived from that of the beautiful ladye of an emperor's passion ; and 1 88 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. below, upon a ridge in the steep, the great Gustavus issued forth his command to begin battle with the Spaniards." " It looks peaceful enough now," said Vane, pointing to the craft that lay along the stream, and the green trees drooping over a curve in the bank. Beyond, in the middle of the stream itself, stands the lonely castle of Pfalzgrafen- stein, sadly memorable as a prison to the more distinguished of criminals. How many pining eyes may have turned from those casements to the vine-clad hills of the free shore ; how many indignant hearts have nursed the deep curses of hate in the dungeons below, and longed for the wave that dashed against the gray walls to force its way within and set them free ! Here the Rhine seems utterly bounded, shrunk into one of those delusive lakes into which it so frequently seems to change its course ; and as you proceed, it is as if the waters were silently overflowing their channel and forcing their way into the clefts of the mountain shore. Passing the Werth Island on one side, and the castle of Stahleck on the other, our voyagers arrived at Bacharach, which, associating the feudal recollections with the classic, takes its name from the god of the vine ; and, as Du e declared with peculiar emphasis, quaffing a large goblet of the peculiar liquor, " richly deserves the honor ! " CHAPTER XXVni. The voyage to Bingen — The simple incidents in this tale excused — The situation and character of Gertrude — The conversation of the lovers in the Tcmi)le — A fact contradicted — Thoughts occasioned by a Mad- house amongst the most beautiful Landscapes of the Rhine. The next day they again resumed their voyage, and Ger- trude's spirits were more cheerful than usual ; the air seemed to her lighter, and she breathed with a less painful effort ; once more hope entered the breast of Trevylyan ; and, as the vessel bounded on, their conversation was steejDed in no sombre hues. When Gertrude's health permitted, no temper was so ga}', yet so gently gay, as hers ; and now the naivt sportiveness of her remarks called a smile to the placid lip of Vane, and smoothed the anxious front of Trevylyan himself; THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 189 as for Du c, who had much of the boon companion be- neath his professional gravity, he broke out every now and then into snatches of French songs and drinking glees, which he declared were the results of the air of Bacharach. Thus conversing, the ruins of Furstenburg, and the echoing vale of Rheindeibach, glided past their sail. Then the old town of Lorch, on the opposite bank (where the red wine is said first to have been made), with the green island before it in the water. Winding round, the stream showed castle upon castle alike in ruins, and built alike upon scarce accessible steeps. Then came the chapel of St. Clements, and the opposing vil- lage of Asmannshausen ; the lofty Rossell, built at the ex tremest verge of the cliff ; and now the tower of Hatto, cele- brated by Southey's ballad ; and the ancient town of Bingen. Here they paused awhile from their voyage, with the inten- tion of visiting more minutely the Rheingau, or valley of the Rhine. It must occur to every one of my readers that, in under- taking, as now, in these passages in the history of Trevylyan, scarcely so much a tale as an episode in real life, it is very difficult to offer any interest save of the most simple and un- exciting kind. It is true that to Trevylyan every day, every hour, had its incident; but what are those incidents to others ? A cloud in the sky ; a smile from the lip of Ger- trude ; these were to him far more full of events than had been the most varied scenes of his former adventurous career ; but the history of the heart is not easily translated into language : and the world will not readily pause from its business to watch the alternations in the cheek of a dying girl. In the immense sum of human existence, what is a single unit ? Every sod on which we tread is the grave of some former being : yet is there something that softens without enervating the heart, in tracing in the life of another those emotions that all of us have known ourselves. For who is there that has not, in his progress through life, felt all its ordinary business arrested, and the varieties of fate com- muted into one chronicle of the affections ? Who has not watched over the passing away of some being, more to him, at that epoch, than all the world ? And this unit, so trivial to the calculation of others, of what inestimable value was it not to him ? Retracing in another such recollections, shad- owed and mellowed down by time, we feel the wonderful sanctity of human life, we feel what emotions a single being can awake ; what a world of hope may be buried in a single IQO THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. grave. And thus we keep alive within ourselves the soft springs of that morality which unites us with our kind, and sheds over the harsh scenes and turbulent contests of earth the coloring of a common love. There is often, too, in the time of year in which such thoughts are presented to us, a certain harmony with the feelings they awaken. As I write, I hear the last sighs oi the departing summer, and the sere and yellow leaf is visible in the green of nature. But, when this book goes forth into the world, the year will have passed through a deeper cycle of decay ; and the first melancholy signs of winter have breathed into the Universal Mmd that sadness which asso- ciates itself readily with the memory of friends, of feelings, that are no more. The seasons, like ourselves, track their course, by something of beauty, or of glory, that is left be- hind. As the traveller in the land of Palestine sees tomb after tomb rise before him, the landmarks of his way, and the only signs of the holiness of the soil ; thus Memorj' wan- ders over the most sacred spots in its various world, and traces them but by the graves of the Past. It was now that Gertrude began to feel the shock her frame had received in the storm upon the Rhine. Cold shiverings frequently seized her ; her cough became more hollow, and her form trembled at the slightest breeze. Vane grew seriously alarmed ; he repented that he had yielded to Gertrude's wish of substituting the Rhine for the Tiber or the Arno ; and would even now have hurried across the Alps to a warmer clime, if Du e had not declared that she could not survive the journey, and that her sole chance of regaining her strength was rest. Gertrude, her- self, however, in the continued delusion of her disease, clung to the belief of recovery, and still supported the hopes of her father, and soothed, with secret talk of the future, the anguish of her betrothed. The reader may remember that, the most touching passage in the ancient tragedians, the most pathetic part of the most pathetic of human poets — the pleading speech of Iphigenia, when imploring for her pro- longed life, she impresses you with so soft a picture of its innocence and its beauty, and in this Gertrude resembled the Greek's creation — that she felt, on the verge of death, all the flush, the glow, the loveliness of life. Her youth was filled with hope, and many-colored dreams ; she lov'ed, and th(> nues of morning slept upon the yet disenchanted earth. 'Pile ieavens to her were not as the common sky ; the wave THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 191 had its peculiar music to her ear, and the rustling leaves a pleasantness that none, whose heart is not bathed in the love and sense of beauty, could discern. Therefore it was, in future years, a thought of deep gratitude to Trevylyan that she was so little sensible of her danger ; that the landscape caught not the gloom of the grave ; and that, in the Greek phrase, " death found her sleeping amongst flowers." At the end of a few days, another of those sudden turns, common to her malady, occurred in Gertrude's health ; her youth and her happiness rallied against the encroaching tyrant, and for the ensuing fortnight she seemed once more within the bounds of hope. During this time they made several excursions into the Rheingau, and finished their tour at the ancient Heidelberg. One morning, in these excursions, after threading the wood of Neiderwald, they gained that small and fairy temple, which, hanging lightly over the mountain's brow, commands one of the noblest landscapes of earth. There, seated side by side, the lovers looked over the beautiful world below: far to the left lay the happy islets, in the embrace of the Rhine, as it wound along the low and curving meadows that stretch away towards Neider Ingelheim and Mayence. Glist- ening in the distance, the opposite Nah swept by the Mause tower, and the ruins of Klopp, crowning the ancient Bingen, into the mother tide. There, on either side the town, were the mountains of St. Roch and Rupert, with some old monas- tic ruin, saddening in the sun. But nearer, below the tem- ple, contrasting all the other features of landscape, yawned a dark and rugged gulf, girt by cragged elms and mouldering lowers, the very prototype of the abyss of time — black and fathomless amidst ruin and desolation. "I think, sometimes," said Gertrude, "as in scenes like these, we sit together, and, rapt from the actual world, see only the enchantment the distance lends to our view — I think sometimes, what pleasure it will be hereafter to recall these hours. If ever you should love me less, I need only to whisper to you, ' The Rhine,' and will not all the feelings you have now for me return ? " " Ah ! there will never be occasion to recall my love for you : it can never decay." " What a strange thing is life ! " said Gertrude ; " how unconnected, how desultory seem all its links ! Has this sweet pause from trouble, from the ordinary cares of life — has it anything in common with your past career — with youi 192 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. future ? You will go into the great world ; in a few years hence these moments of leisure and musing will be denied to you; the action that you love and court is a jealous sphere ; it allows no wandering, no repose. These moments will then seem to you but as yonder islands that stud the- Rhine — the stream lingers by them for a moment, and then hurries on in its rapid course ; they vary, but they do not in- terrupt the tide." " You are fanciful, my Gertrude ; but your simile might be juster. Rather let these banks be as our lives, and this river the one thought that flows eterally by both, blessing each with undying freshness." Gertrude smiled ; and, as Trevylyan's arm encircled her, she sank her beautiful face upon his bosom, he covered it with his kisses, and she thought at the moment, that, even had she passed death, that embrace could have recalled her to life, They pursued their course to Mayence, partly by land, partly along the river. One day, as returning to the vine- clad mountains of Johannisberg, which commands the whole of the Rheingau, the most beautiful valley in the world, they proceeded by water to the town of EUfeld, Gertrude said : — " There is a thought in your favorite poet which you have often repeated, and which I cannot think true, — * In nature there is nothing melancholy.' To me it seems as if a certain melancholy were inseparable from beauty ; in the sunniest noon there is a sense of solitude and stillness which pervades the landscape, and even in the flush of life inspires us with a musing and tender sadness. Why is this ? " "I .cannot tell," said Trevylyan, mournfully; "but I allow that it is true." " It is as if," continued the romantic Gertrude, " the spirit of the world spoke to us in silence, and filled us with a sense of our mortality — a whisper from the religion that be- longs to nature, and is ever seeking to unite the earth with the reminiscences of heaven. Ah, what without a heaven would be even love ! — a perpetual terror of the separation that must one day come ! If," she resumed, solemnly, after a momentary pause, and a shadow settled on her young face, "if it be true, Albert, that I must leave you soon " " It cannot — it cannot!" cried Trevylyan, wildly; "be still, be silent, I beseech you." THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 193 " Look yonder," said Du e, breaking seasonably in upon the conversation of the lovers ; " on that hill to ilie left, what once was an abbey, is now an asylum for the in- sane. Does it not seem a quiet and serene abode for the unstrung and erring minds that tenant it? What a mystery is there in our conformation ! — those strange and bewildered fancies which replace our solid reason, what a moral of our human weakness do they breathe ! " It does indeed induce a dark and singular train of thought, when, in the midst of these lovely scenes, we chance upon this lone retreat for those on whose eyes Nature, per- haps, smiles in vain. Or is it in vain ? They look down upon the broad Rhine, with its tranquil isles ; do their wild illusions endow the river with another name, and people the valleys with no living shapes ? Does the broken mirror within re- flect back the countenance of real things, or shadows and shapes, crossed, mingled, and bewildered, — the phantasmaof a sick man's dreams? Yet, perchance, one memory unscathed by the general ruins of the brain, can make even the beauti- ful Rhine more beautiful than it is to the common eye ; — can calm it with the hues of departed love, and bid its possessor walk over its vine-clad mountains with the beings that have ceased to be / There, perhaps, the self-made monarch sits upon his throne and claims the vessels as his fleet, the waves and the valleys as his own. There the enthusiast, blasted by the light of some imaginary creed, beholds the shapes of angels, and watches in the clouds round the setting sun, the pavilions of God. There the victim of forsaken or perished love, mightier than the sorcerers of old, evokes the dead, or recalls the faithless by the philtre of undying fancies. Ah, blessed art thou, the winged power of Imagination that is within us ! — conquering even grief — brightening even despair. Thou takest us from the world when reason can no longer bind us to it, and givest to the maniac the inspiration and the solace of the bard. Thou, the parent of the purer love, ling- erest like love, when even ourself forsakes us, and lightest up the shattered chambers of the heart with the glory thai makes a sanctity of decay. 194 ^'^■^^" PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. CHAPTER XXIX. Ellfeld. — Mayence. — Heidelberg — A conversation between Vane and the German Student, — The Ruins of the Castle of Heidelberg and its solitary Habitant. It was now the full moon ; light clouds were bearing up towards the opposite banks of the Rhine, but over the Gothic towers of Ellfeld the sky spread blue and clear ; the river danced beside the old gray walls with a sunny wave, and close at hand a vessel crowded with passengers, and loud with eager voices, gave a merry life to the scene. On the opposite bank the hills sloped away into the far horizon, and one slight skiff in the midst of the waters broke the solitary brightness of the noonday calm. The town of Ellfeld was the gift of Otho the First to the Church ; not far from thence is the crystal spring that gives its name to the delicious grape of Markbrunner. " Ah ! " quoth Du e, " doubtless the good bishops of Mayence made the best of the vicinity ! " They stayed some little time at this town, and visited the ruins of Scharfenstine ; thence proceeding up the river, they passed Nieder Walluf, called the Gate of the Rheingau, and the luxuriant garden of Schierstein ; thence, sailing by the castle-seat of the Prince Nassau Usingen, and passing two long and narrow isles, they arrived at Mayence, as the sun shot his last rays upon the water, gilding the proud cathedral- spire, and breaking the mist that began to gather behind, over the rocks of the Rheingau. Ever-memorable Mavence ! — memorable alike for freedom and for song — within those walls how often woke the gallant music of the Troubadour ; and how often beside that river did the heart of the maiden tremble to the lay I Within those walls the stout Walpoden first broached the great scheme of the Hanseatic league ; and more than all, O memorable Mayence, thou canst claim the first invention of the might- iest engine of human intellect, — the great leveller of power, — th-j Demiurgus of the moral world, — the press ! Here too lived the maligned hd'ro of the greatest drama of modern genius, the traditionary Faust, illustrating in himself the fate of his THE riLGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 195 successoK^ in dispensing knowledge — held a monster for his wisdom, and consigned to the penalties of hell as a recompense for the benefits he had conferred on earth ! At Mayence, Gertrude heard so much and so constantly of Heidelberg, that she grew impatient to visit that enchant- ing town; and as Du e considered the air of Heidelberg more pure and invigorating than that of Mayence, they re- solved to fix within it their temporary residence. Alas ! it was the place destined to close their brief and melancholy pil- grimage, and to become to the heart of Trevylyan the holiest spot which the earth contained ; — the Kaaba of the world. But Gertrude, unconscious of her fate, conversed gayly as their carriage rolled rapidly on, and constantly alive to every new sensation, she touched with her characteristic vivacity on all they had seen in their previous route. There is a great charm in the observations of one new to the world, if we our- selves have become somewhat tired of " its hack sights and sounds ; " we hear in their freshness a voice from our own youth. In the haunted valley of the Necker, the most crystal of rivers, stands the town of Heidelberg. The shades of even- ing gathered round it as their heavy carriage rattled along the antique streets, and not till the next day was Gertrude aware of all the unriv^alled beauties that environ the place. Vane, who was an early riser, went forth alone in the morning to reconnoitre the town ; and as he was gazing on the tower of St. Peter, he heard himself suddenly accosted ; he turned round and saw the German student, whom they had met among the mountains of Taunus, at his elbow. " Monsieur has chosen well in coming hither," said the student ; " and I trust our town will not disappoint his expec- tations." Vane answered with courtesy, and the German offering to accompany him in his walk, their conversation fell natu- rally on the life of a university, and the current education of the German people. " It is surprising," said the student, " that men are eter- nally inventing new systems of education, and yet persevering in the old. How many years ago is it since Fichte predicted, in the system of Pestalozzi, the regeneration of the German people? What has it done ? We admire — we praise, and we blunder on in the very course Pestalozzi proves to be erron- eous. Certainly," continued the student, " there must be some radical defect in a system of culture in which genius is ig6 THE PTLGRIAIS OF THE RlIfXE. an exception, and dulness the result. Yet here, \\\ our Ger- man universities, everything proves that education without equitable institutions avails little in the general formation of character. Here the young men of the colleges mix on the most equal terms ; they are daring, romantic, enamoured of freedom even to its madness ; they leave the university, no poll ileal career continues the train of mind they had acquired ; they plunge into obscurity ; live scattered and separate, and the student inebriated with Schiller, sinks into the passive priest or the lethargic baron. His college career, so far from indicating his future life, exactly reverses it : he is brought up in one course in order to proceed in another. And this I hold to be the universal error of education in all countries ; they conceive it a certain something to be fm ished at a certain age. They do not made it a part of the continuous history of life, but a wandering from it." " You have been in England ?'' asked Vane. " Yes ; I have travelled over nearly the whole of it on foot. I was poor at that time, and imagining that there was a sort of masonry between all men of letters, I inquired at each town for the savans, and asked money of them as a ma:- ter of course." Vane almost laughed outright at the simplicity and naive unconsciousness of degradation with which the student pro- claimed himself a public beggar. " And how did you generally succeed ? " " In most cases I was threatened with the stocks, and twice I was consigned by t\i& J iige de pa ixio the village police, to be passed to some mystic Mecca they were pleased to en- title ' a parish.' Ah ! " (continued the German with much bonhomie), " It was a pity to see in a great nation so much value attached to such a trifle as money. But what sur- prised me greatly was the tone of your poetry. Madame de Stael, who knew perhaps as much of England as she did of Germany, tells us that its chief character is the cJiivalresqiie ; and excepting only Scott, who, by the way, is not English, I did not find one chivalrous poet among you. Yet," continued the student, " between ourselves, I fancy that in our present age of civilization, there is an unexamined mistake in the general mind as to the value of poetry. It delights still as ever, but it has ceased to teach. The prose of the heart en- lightens, touches, rouses, far more than poetr)'. Your most philosophical poets would be commonplace if turned into prose. Verse cannot contain the refining subtle thoughts THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE, 197 whicli a great prose writer embodies ; the rhyme eternally cripples it ; it properly deals with the common problems of human nature vvhich are now hackneyed, and not with the nice and philosophizing corollaries which may be drawn from them. Thus, though it would seem at first a paradox, com- monplace is more the element of poetry than of prose." This sentiment charmed Vane, who had nothing of the poet about him ; and he took the student to share their break- fast at the inn, with a complacency he rarely experienced at the re-meeting with a new acquaintance. After breakfast, our party proceeded through the town towards the wonderful castle which is its chief attraction, and the noblest wreck of German grandeur. And now pausing, the mountain yet unsealed, the stately ruin frowned upon them, girt by its massive walls and hang- ing terraces, round vvhich from place to place clung the dwarfed and various foliage. High at the rear rose the huge mountain, covered, save at its extreme summit, with dark trees, and concealing in its mysterious breast the shadowy beings of the legendary world. But towards the ruins, and up a steep ascent, you may see a few scattered sheep thinly studding the broken ground. Aloft, above the ramparts, rose, desolate and huge, the Palace of the Electors of the Palatinate. In its broken walls you may trace the tokens of the lightning that blasted its ancient pomp, but still leaves in the vast extent of pile a fitting monument of the memory of Charlemagne. Below, in the distance, spread the plain far and spacious, till the shadowy river, with one solitary sail upon its breast, united the melancholy scene of earth with the autumnal sky. " See," said Vane, pointing to two peasants who were conversing near them on the matters of their little trade, utterly unconscious of the associations of th'^ spot, " see, after all that is said and done about human greatness, it is always the greatness of the few. Ages pass, and leave the poor herd, the mass of men, eternally the same — hewers of wood and drawers of water. The pomp of princes has its ebb and flow, but the peasant sells his fruit as gayly to the stranger on the ruins, as to the emperor in the palace." " Will it be always so ? " said the student. " Let us hope not, for the sake of permanence in glory," said Trev^lyan ; " had a people built yonder palace, its splen- dor would never have passed away." Vane shrugged his shoulders, and Du e took snuff. But all the impressions produced by the castle at a dis- 198 THE riLGRIMS OF THE RHINE. tance, are as nothing when you stand withhi its vast area and behold the architecture of all ages blended into one mighty ruin ! The rich hues of the masonry, the sweeping fa cades — every description of building which man ever framed for war or for luxury — is here ; all having only the common character — ruin. The feudal rampart, the 3'awning fosse, the rude tower, the splendid arch, — the strength of a fortress, the magnificence of a palace, — all united, strike upon ,he soul like the history of a fallen empire in all its epochs. " There is one singular habitant of these ruins," said the student ; " a solitary painter, who has dwelt here some twenty years, companioned only by his Art. No other apartment but that which he tenants is occupied by a human being." " What a poetical existence ! " cried Gertrude, enchanted with a solitude so full of associations. " Perhaps so," said the cruel Vane, ever anxious to dispel an illusion ; " but more probably custom has deadened to him all that overpowers ourselves with awe ; and he may tread among these ruins rather seeking to pick up some rude morsel of antiquity, than feeding his imagination with the dim traditions that invest them with so august a poetry." " Monsieur's conjecture has something of the truth in it," said the German : " but then the painter is a Frenchman." There is a sense of fatality in the singular mournfulness and majesty which belongs to the ruins of Heidelberg ; con- trasting the vastness of the strength with the utterness of the ruin. It has been twice struck with lightning, and is the wreck of the elements, not of man : during the great siege it sustained, the lightning is supposed to have struck the pow der-magazine by accident. What a scene for some great imaginative work ! What a mocking interference of the wrath of nature in the puny con- tests of men ! One stroke of the " red right arm " above us, crushing the triumph of ages, and laughing to scorn the powei of the beleaguerers and the valor of the beseiged ! They passed the whole day among these stupendous ruins, and felt, when they descended to their inn, as if they had left the caverns of some mighty tomb. THE PILGRIMS OF THE KHIXE. 199 CHAPTER XXX. No part of the Earth really solitary. — The song of the Fairies. — The sa- cred spot. — The Witch of the Evil Winds. — The Spell and ihe dutj -A the Fairies. But in what spot of the world is there ever utter soli- tude .'' The vanity of man supposes that loneliness is his ab- sence ? Who shall say what millions of spiritual beings glide invisibly among scenes apparently the most deserted ? Or what know we of our own mechanism, that we should deny the possibility of life and motion to things that we cannot ourselves recognize ? At moonlight, in the Great Court of Heidelberg, on the borders of the shattered basin overgrown with weeds, the fol- lowing song was heard by the melancholy shades that roam at night through the mouldering halls of old, and the gloomy hollows in the mountains of Heidelberg. SONG OF THE FAIRIES IN THE RUINS OF HEIDELBERG. From the woods and the glossy green, With the wild thyme strewn ; From the rivers whose crisped sheen Is kissed by tiie trembling moon; — While the dwarf looks out from his mountain cave, And the erl king from his lair. And the water-nymph from her moaning wave, — We skir the limber air. There's a smile on the vine-clad shore, A smile on the castled heights ; They dream back the days of yore, And they smile at our roundel rites I Our roundel rites I Lightly we tread these halls around, Lightly tread we ; Yet, hark ! we have scared with a single sound The moping owl on the breathless tree, And the goblin sprites I ■ Ha ! ha I we have scared with a single sound The old gray owl on the breathless tree And the goblin sprites ! " They come not," said Pipalee ; " yet the banquet is pre- pared, and the poor queen will be glad of some refreshment." 200 l^f^E riLGRTMS OF THE RHINE. " What a pity ! all the rose-leaves will be over-broiled " said Nip. " Let us amuse ourselves with the old painter," quoth Trip, springing over the ruins. " Well said," cried Pipalee and Nip : and all three, leav- ing my lord-treasurer amazed at their levity, whisked into the painter's apartment. Permitting them to throw the ink over their victim's papers, break his pencils, mix his colors, mislay his night-cap, and go whiz against his face in the shape of a great bat, till the astonished Frenchman began to think the pensive goblins of the place had taken a sprightly fit, — we hasten to a small green spot some little way from the town, in the valley of the Neckar, and by the banks of its silver stream. It was circled round by dark trees, save on that side bordered by the river. The wild flowers sprang profusely from the turf which yet was smooth and singularly green. And there was the German fairy describing a circle round the spot, and making his elvish spells. And Nymphalin sat droopingly in the centre, shading her face, which was bowed down as the head of a water-lily, and weeping crystal tears. There came a hollow murmur through the trees, and a rush as of a mighty wind, and a dark form emerged from the shadow and approached the spot. The face was wrinkled and old, and stern with a malev- olent and evil aspect. The frame was lean and gaunt, and supported by a staff, and a short gray mantle covered its bended shoulders. "Things of the moonbeam !" said the form, in a shrill and ghastly voice ; " what want ye here ? and why charm ye this spot from the coming of me and mine .'' " " Dark witch of the blight and blast," answered the fairy, " THOU that nippest the herb in its tender youth, and eatest up the core of the soft bud ; behold, it is but a small spot that the fairies claim from thy demesnes, and on which, through frost and heat, they will keep the herbage green and the air gentle in its sighs ! " " And wherefore, O dweller in the crevices of the earth ! wherefore wouldst thou guard this spot from the curses of the season ? " " We know by our instinct," answered the fairy, " that this spot will become the grave of one whom the fairies love ; hither, by an unfelf influence, shall we guide her yet living steps ; and in gazing upon this spot shall the desire of quiet and the resignation to death steal upon her soul. Behold, THE r/LGR/MS OF THE KI/IA'E. 2 01 throughout the universe, all things at war with one another ; — the lion with the lamb; the serpent with the bird; and even the gentlest bird itself with the moth of air, or the worm of the humble earth ! What then to men, and to the spirits transcending men, is so lovely and so sacred as a be- ing that harmeth none ? what so beautiful as Innocence ? what so mournful as its untimely tomb ? And shall not that tomb be sacred ? shall it not be our peculiar care ? May we not mourn over it as at the passing away of some fair miracle in Nature ; too tender to endure, too rare to be for- gotten ? It is for this, O dread waker of the blast ! that the fairies would consecrate this little spot ; for this they would charm away from its tranquil turf the wandering ghoul and the evil children of the night. Here, not the ill-omened owl, nor the blind bat, nor the unclean worm shall come. And thou shouldst have neither will nor power to nip the flowers of spring, nor sear the green herbs of summer. Is it not, dark mother of the evil winds 1 is it not our immemorial office to tend the grave of innocence, and keep fresh the flowers round the resting-place of Virgin love ? " Then the witch drew her cloak round her, and muttered to herself, and without further answer turned away among the trees and vanished, as the breath of the east wind which goeth with her as her comrade, scattered the mel- ancholy leaves along her path ! CHAPTER XXXI. Gertrude and Trevylyan, when the former is awakened to the approach of Death. The next day, Gertrude and her companions went along the banks of the haunted Neckar. She had passed a sleep- less and painful night, and her evanescent and child-like spirits had sobered down into a melancholy and thoughtful mood. She leaned back in an open carriage with Trevylyan, ever constant by her side, while Du e and Vane rode slowly in advance. Trevylyan tried in vain to cheer her, even his attempts (usually so eagerly received) to charm her duller moments by tale or legend, were, in this instance, 202 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. fruitless. She shook her head gently — pressed his hand, and said, " No, dear Trevylyan — no ; even your art fails to-day, but your kindness, never ! " and pressing his hand to hei lips, she burst passionately into tears. Alarmed and anxious, he clasped her to his breast, and strove to lift her face, as it drooped on its resting-place, and kiss away its tears. " Oh ! " said she, at length, " do not despise my weak- ness, I am overcome by my own thoughts ; I look upon the world, and see that it is fair and good ; I look upon you, and I see all that I can venerate and adore. Life seems to me so sweet, and the earth so lovely ; can you wonder, then, that I should shrink at the thought of death } Nay, interrupt me not, dear Albert ; the thought must be borne and braved. I have not cherished, I have not yielded to it through my long- increasing illness, but there have been times when it has forced itself upon me ; and now, now more palpably than ever. Do not think me weak and childish ; I never feared death till I knew you ; but to see you no more — never again to touch this dear hand — never to thank you for your love — • never to be sensible of your care — to lie down and sleep, and never, never once more to dream of you ! Ah ! that is a bitter thought ! but I will brave it — yes, brave it as one wortliy of your regard." Trevylyan, choked by his emotions, covered his own face with his hands, and, leaning back in the carriage, vainly struggled with his sobs. " Perhaps," she said, yet ever and anon clinging to the hope that had utterly abandoned him, " perhaps, I may yet deceive myself ; and my love for you, which seems to me as if it could conquer death, may bear me up against this fell disease ; — the hope to live with you — to watch you — to share your high dreams, and oh ! above all, to soothe you in sorrow and sickness, as you have soothed ine — has not that hope something that may support even this sinking frame ? And who shall love thee as I love ? who see thee as I have seen ? who pray for thee in gratitude and tears as I have prayed ? Oh, Albert, so little am I jealous of you, so little do I think of myself in comparison, that I could close my eyes happily on the world, if I knew that what I could be to thee, anothei will be ! " " Gertrude," said Trevylyan ; and lifting up his colorless face, he gazed upon her with an earnest and calm solemnity. "Gertrude, let us be united at once ! if Fate must sever us, THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 203 let her cut the last tie too ; let us feel at least that on earth we have been all in all to each other ; let us defy death, even as it frowns upon us. Be mine to-morrow — this day — oh God ! be miae ! " Over even that pale countenance, beneath whose hues the lamp of life so faintly fluttered, a deep, radiant flash passed one moment, lighting up the beautiful ruin with the glow of maiden youth and impassioned hope, and then died rapidly away. "No, Albert," she said, sighing; "No! it must not be : far easier would come the pang to you, while yet we are not wholly united ; and for my own part, I am selfish, and feel as if I should leave a tenderer remembrance on your heart, thus parted ; tenderer, but not so sad. I would not wish you to feel yourself widowed to my memory ; I would not cling like a blight to your fair prospects of the future. Remember me rather as a dream ; as something never wholly won, and therefore, asking no fidelity but that of kind and forbearing thoughts. Do you remember one evening as we sailed along the Rhine — ah! happy, happy hour ! — that we heard from the banks a strain of music, not so skilfully played as to be worth listening to for itself, but suiting, as it did, the hour and the scene, we remained silent, that we might hear it the better ; and when it died insensibly upon the waters, a cer- tain melancholy stole over us ; we felt that a something that softened the landscape had gone, and we conversed less lightly than before ? Just so, my own loved — my own adored Trevylyan, just so is the influence that our brief love — your poor Gertrude's existence, should bequeath to your remem- brance. A sound — a presence — should haunt you a little while, but no more, ere you again become sensible of the glories that court your way ! " But as Gertrude said this, she turned to Trevylyan, and seeing his agony, she could refrain no longer ; she felt that to soothe was to insult ; and, throwing herself upon his breast, they mingled their tears together. J 04 ^-^^^ PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. CHAPTER XXXII. A spot to be buried in. On their return homeward, Du e took the third seat in the carriage, and endeavored, v.'ith his usual vivacity, to cheer the spirits of his companions ; and such was the elas- ticity of Gertrude's nature, that with her, he, to a certain de- gree, succeeded in his kindly attempt. Quickly alive to the charms of scenery, she entered by degrees into the external beauties which every turn in the road opened to their view ; and the silvery smoothness of the river, that made the con- stant attraction of the landscape ; the serenity of the time, and the clearness of the heavens, tended to tranquillize a mind that, like a sunflower, so instinctively turned from the shadow to the light. Once Du e stopped the carriage in a spot of herbage, bedded among the trees, and said to Gertrude : " We are now in one of the many places along the Neckar, which your favorite traditions serve to consecrate. Amidst yonder copses, in the early ages of Christianity, there dwelt a hermit, who, though young in years, was renowned for the sanctity of his life. None knew whence he came, nor for what cause he had limited the circle of life to the seclusion of his cell. He rarely spoke, save when his ghostly advice, or his kindly prayer, was needed : he lived upon herbs, and the wild fruits which the peasants brought to his cave ; and every morning and every evening he came to this spot to fill his pitcher from the water of the stream. But here he was observed to linger long after his task was done, and to sit gazing upon the walls of a convent which then rose upon the opposite side of the bank, though now even its ruins are gone. Gradually his health gave way beneath the austerities he practised ; and one evening he was found by some fishermen insensible on the turf. They bore him for medical aid to the opposite con- vent ! and one of the sisterhood, the daughter of a prince, was summoned to tend the recluse. But when his eyes opened upon hers, a sudden recognition appeared to seize both. He spoke ; and the sister threw herself on the couch of the dying man, and shrieked forth a name, the most THE PILGRIMS OF THE KIlhVE. 205 famous in the surrounding country, — the name of a once noted minstrel — who, in those rude times liad mingled the poet with the lawless chief, and was supposed, years since, to have fallen in one of the desperate frays between prince and outlaw which were then common ; storming the very cas- tle which held her — now the pious nun, then the beauty and presider over the tournament and galliard. She survived but a few hours, and left conjecture busy with a history to which it never obtained further clue. Many a troubadour, in later times, furnished forth in poetry the details which truth re- fused to supply ; and the place where the hermit at sunrise and sunset ever came to gaze upon the convent became con- secrated by song." The place invested with this legendary interest was im- pressed with a singular aspect of melancholy quiet ; wild flowers yet lingered on the turf, whose grassy sedges gently overhung the Neckar, that murmured amidst them with a plaintive music. Not a wind stirred the trees ; but, at a little distance from the place, the spire of a church rose amidst the copse ; and, as they paused, they suddenly heard from the holy building the bell that summons to the burial of the dead. It came on the ear in such harmony with the spot, with the hour, with the breathing calm, that it thrilled to the heart of each with an inexpressible power. It was like the voice of another world — that amidst the solitude of nature summoned the lulled spirit from the cares of this ; — it invited, not re- pulsed, and had in its tone mt)re of softness than of awe. Gertrude turned, with tears starting to her eyes, and, lay- ing her hand on Trevylyan's, whispered : — " In such a spot, so calm, so sequestered, yet in the neighborhood of the house of God, would I wish this broken frame to be consigned to rest !" CHAPTER THE LAST. The Conclusion of this Tale. From that day • Gertrude's spirit resumed its wonted cheerfulness, and for the ensuing week she never reverted to her approaching fate; she seemed once more to have grown unconscious of its limit. Perhaps she sought, anxious for 2o6 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. Trevylyan to the last, not to throw additional gloom over theit earthly separation ; or, perhaps, once steadily regarding the certainty of her doom, its terrors vanished. The chords of thought, vibrating to the subtlest emotions, maybe changed by a single incident, or in a single hour ; a sound of sacred music, a green and quiet burial place, may convert the form of death into the aspect of an angel. And therefore wisely, and wdth a beautiful lore, did the Greeks strip the grave of its unreal gloom ; wisely did they body forth the great Principle of Rest by solemn and lovely images — unconscious of the northern madness that made a Spectre of Repose ! But while Gertrude's spirit resumed its healthful tone, her frame rapidly declined, and a few days now could do the ravage of months a little while before. One evening, amidst the desolate ruins of Heidelberg, Trevylyan, who had gone forth alone to indulge the thoughts which he strove to stifle in Gertrude's presence, suddenly en- countered Vane. That calm and almost callous pupil of the adversities of the world was standing alone, and gazing upon the shattered casements and riven tower, through which the sun now cast its slant and parting ray. Trevylyan, who had never loved this cold and unsuscep- tible man, save for the sake of Gertrude, felt now almost a hatred creep over him, as he thought in such a time, and with death fastening upon the flower of her house, he could yet be calm, and smile, and muse, and moralize, and play the com- mon part of the world. He strode slowly up to him, and standing full before him, said, with a hollow voice and writhing smile : " You amuse yourself pleasantly, sir ; this is a fine scene ; — and to meditate over griefs a thousand years hushed to rest is better than watching over a sick girl, and eating away your lieart with fear !" Vane looked at him quietly, but intently, and made no reply. " Vane !" continued Trevylyan, with the same preter- natural attempt at calm ; " Vane, in a few days all will be over, and you and I, the things, the plotters, the false men of the world, will be left alone — left by the sole Being that graces our dull life, that makes by her love, either of us wor- thy of a thought !" Vane started, and turned away his face. " You are cruel," said he, with a faltering voice. " What, man ! " shouted Trevylyan, seizing him abruptly by the arm, " can yon feel ? Is your cold heart touched ? THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. 207 Come, then," added he, with a wild laugh, " come, let us be friends ! " Vane drew aside, with a certain dignity, that impressed Trevylyan even at that hour. " Some years hence," said he, " you will be called cold as I am ; sorrow will teach you the wisdom of indifference — it is a bitter school, sir — a bitter school ! But think you that I do indeed see unmoved my last hope shivered — the last tie that binds me to my kind ? No, no ! I feel it as a man may feel ; I cloak it as a man grown gray in misfortune should do ! My child is more to me than your betrothed to you ; for you are young and wealthy, and life smiles before you ; but 1 — no more — sir — • no more." " Forgive me," said Trevylyan, humbly ; " I have wronged you ; but Gertrude is an excuse for any crime of love ; and now listen to my last prayer — give her to me — even on the verge of the grave. Death cannot seize her in the arms — in the vigils — of a love like mine." Vane shuddered. " It were to wed the dead," said he — " No ! " Trevylyan drew back, and without another w^ord, hurried away ; he returned to the town ; he sought, with methodical calmness, the owner of the ground in which Gertrude bod Avished to be buried. He purchased it, and that very night he sought the priest of a neighboring church, and directed it should be consecrated according to the due rite and ceremo- nial. The priest, an aged and pious man, was struck by the re- quest, and the air of him who made it. " Shall it be done forthwith, sir 1 " said he, hesitating. " Forthwith," answered Trevylyan, with a calm smile — ■ " a bridegroom, you know, is naturally impatient." For the next three days, Gertrude was so ill as to be con- fined to her bed. All that time Trevylyan sat outside her door without speaking, scarcely lifting his eyes from the ground. The attendants passed to and fro — he heeded them not ; perlvaps as even the foreign menials turned aside and w^iped their eyes, and prayed God to comfort him, he required compassion less at that time than any other. There is a stupefaction in woe, and the heart sleeps without a pang when exhausted by its afflictions. But on the fourth day Gertrude rose, and was carried down (how changed, yet how lovely ever !) to their common apart- ment. During those three days the priest had been with 2o8 THE PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. her often, and her spirit, full of religion from her child hood, had been unspeakably soothed by his comfort. She took food from the hand of Trevylyan ; she smiled upon him as sweetly as of old. She conversed M'ith him, though with a faint voice, and at broken intervals. But she felt no pain; life ebbed away gradually, and without a pang. " My father," she said to Vane, whose features still bore their usual calm, whatever might have passed within, " I know that you will grieve when I am gone more than the world might guess ; for I alone know what you were years ago, ere friends left you and fortune frowned, and ere my poor mother died. But do not — do not believe that hope and comfort leave you with me. Till the heaven pass away from the earth, there shall be comfort and hope for all." They did not lodge in the town, but had fixed their abode on its outskirts, and within sight of the Neckar : and from the window they saw a light sail gliding gayly by, till it passed, and solitude once more rested upon the waters. " The sail passes from our eyes, " said Gertrude, point- ing to it, " but still it glides on as happily though we see it no more ; and I feel — yes, father, I feel — I know that it is so with us. We glide down the river of time from the eyes of men, but we cease not the less to be ! " And now as the twilight descended, she expressed a wish, before she retired to rest, to be left alone with Trevylyan. He was not then sitting by her side, for he would not trust himself to do so ; but with his face averted, at a little distance from her. She called him by his name ; he answered not nor turned. Weak as she was, she raised herself from the sofa, and crept gently along the floor till she came to him, and sank in his arms. " Ah, unkind ! " she said, " unkind for once ! Will you turn away from me ? Come, let us look once more on the river : see ! the night darkens over it. Our pleasant voyage, the t\^pe of our love, is finished ; our sail may be unfurled no more. Never again can your voice soothe the lassitude of sickness with the legend and the song — the course is run, the vessel is broken up; night closes over its fragments ; but now, in this hour, love me, be kind to me as ever. Still let me be your own Gertrude — still let me close my eyes this night, as before, with the sweet consciousness that I am loved. " " Loved ! — O Gertrude ! speak not to me thus ! " " Come, that is yourself again ! " and she clung with weak arms caressingly to his breast. " And now, " she said more THE PILGRIMS OF THE KIFINE. 209 solemnly, " let us forget that we are mortal ; let us rcme-mbcr only that life is a part, not the whole of our career ; let us feel in this soft hour, and while yet we are unsevered, the presence of The Eternal that is within us, so that it shall not be as death, but as a short absence ; and when once the pang of parting is over, you must think only that we are shortly to meet again. What ! you turn from me still ? See, I do not weep or grieve, I have conquered the pang of our absence ; will you be outdone by me ? Do you remember, Albert, that you once told me how the wisest of the sages of old, in prison, and before death, consoled his friends with the proof of the immortality of the soul ? Is it not consolation ? — does it not suffice ; or will you deem it wise from the lips of wisdom, but vain from the lips of love ?" " Hush, hush ! " said Trevylyan, wildly ; " or I shall think you an angel already. " But let us close this commune, and leave unrevealed the last sacred words that ever passed between them upon earth. When Vane and the physician stole back softly into the room, Trevylyan motioned to them to be still : " She sleeps," he whispered ; " hush ! " And in truth, wearied out by her own emotions, and lulled by the belief that she had soothed one with whom her heart dwelt now, as ever, she had fallen into sleep, or it may be, insensibility, on his breast. There as she lay, so fair, so frail, so delicate, the twilight deepened into shade, and the first star, like the hope of the future, broke forth upon the darkness of the earth. Nothing could equal the stillness without, save that which lay breathlessly within. For not one of the group stirred or spoke ; and Trevylyan, bending over her, never took his eyes from her face, watching the parted lips, and fancying that he imbibed the breath. Alas ; the breath was stilled ! from sleep to death she had glided without a sigh : happy, most happy in that death ! — cradled in the arms of unchanged love, and brightened in her last thought by the consciousness of inno cence and the assurances of heaven ! ******* Tre\'ylyan, after long sojourn on the Continent, returned to England. He plunged into active life, and became what is termed in this age of little names, a distinguished and noted man. But what was mainly remarkable in his future conduct, was his impatience of rest. He eagerly courted all 2IO THE PILGRIMS OF THE RIJINE. occupations, even of the most varied and motley kind. Busi- ness, — letters, — pleasure. He suffered no pause in his career ; and leisure to him was as care to others. He lived in the world, as the worldly do, discharging its duties, fostering its affections, and fulfdling its career. But there was a deep and wintry change within him — the sunlight of his life ivas gone ; the loveliness of romance had left the earth. The stem was proof as heretofore to the blast, but the green leaves were severed from it forever, and the bird had forsaken its boughs. Once he had idolized the beauty that is born of song ; the glory and the ardor that invest such thoughts as are not of our common clay ; but the well of enthusiasm was dried up, and the golden bowl was broken at the fountain. With Ger- trude the poetry of existence was gone. As she herself had described her loss, a music had ceased to breathe along the face of things ; and though the bark might sail on as swiftly, and the stream swell with as proud a wave, a something that had vibrated on the heart was still, and the magic of the voy- age was no more. And Gertrude sleeps on the spot where she wished her last couch to be made ; and far — oh, far dearer is that small spot on the distant banks of the gliding Neckar to Trevyl- yan's heart, than all the broad lands and fertile fields of his Ancestral domain. The turf, too, preserves its emerald greenness ; and it would seem to me that the field flowers spring up by the sides of the simple tomb even more pro- fusely than of old. A curve in the bank breaks the tide of Neckar; and therefore its stream pauses, as if to linger re- luctantly, by that solitary grave, and to mourn among the rust- ling sedges ere it passes on. And I have thought, when I last looked upon that quiet place, — when I saw the turf so fresh, and the flowers so bright of hue, that aerial hands might in- deed tend the sod ; that it was by no imaginary spells that I summoned the fairies to my tale ; that in truth, and with vigils constant though unseen, they yet kept from all pollu- ting footsteps, and from the harsher influence of the seasons, the grave of one who so loved their race ; and who, in her gentle and spotless virtue, claimed kindred with the beauti- ful Ideal of the world. Is there one of us who has not known &ome being for whom it seemed not too wild a phantasy to indulge such dreams ? To the former editions of this tale was prefixed a poem ok " The Ideal,'' which had all the worst faults of the author'' s ear- liest compositions in verse. The present poem (jiu'th the exception cf a very few lines') has been entirely re-written, and has at least the comparative merit of being less vague in the thought, and U'^s unpolished in the diction, than that which it rcplcues. Ems, 1849. THE IDEAL WORLD. I. THE IDEAL WORLD — ITS REALM IS EVERYWHERE AROUND US — ITS IN- HABITANTS ARE THE IMMORTAL PERSONIFICATIONS OF ALL BEAUTI- FUL THOUGHTS — TO THAT WORLD WE ATTAIN BY THE REPOSE OF THE SENSES. Around " this visible diurnal sphere," There floats a World that girds us like the space ; On wandering clouds and gliding beams career Its ever-moving, murmurous Populace. There, all the lovelier thoughts conceived below, Ascending live, and in celestial shapes. To that bright World, O Mortal, wouldst thou go ? Bind but thy senses, and thy soul escapes: To care, to sin, to passion close thine eyes; Sleep in the flesh, and see the Dreamland rise I Hark, to the gush of golden waterfalls, Or knightly tromps at Archimagian Walls I In the green hush of Dorian Valleys mark The River Maid her amber tresses knitting ;— When glowworms twinkle under coverts dark. And silver clouds o'er summer stars are flitting, With jocund elves invade ''the Moone's sphere, Or hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear ; " * Or, list! what time the roseate urns of dawn Scatter fresh dews, and the first skylark weaves Joy into song — the blithe Arcadian Faun Piping to wood n\inphs under Bromian leaves, While slowlv gleaming through the purple glade Come Evian's panther car, and the pale Naxian Maid, Such, O Ideal World, thy habitants ! *? All the fair children of creative creeds — * Midsummer Night's Dream. 2 14 THE IDEAL WORLD. All the lost tribes of Phantas}- are thine — Fiom antique Saturn in Dodonian haunts, Or Pan's first music, waketl from shepherd reeds, To the last sprite, when Heaven's pale lamps decline, Heard wailing soft along the solemn Rhine. II. OUR DREAMS BELONG TO THE IDEAL — THE DIVINER LOVE FOR WHICH YOUTH SIGHS, NOT ATTAINABLE IN LIFE — BUT THE PURSUIT OF THAT LOVE, BEYOND THE WORLD OF THE SENSES, PURIFIES THK SOUL, AND AWAKES THE GENIUS — PETRARCH — DANTE. Thine are the Dreams that pass the Ivory Gates, With prophet shadows haunting poet eyes 1 Thine the beloved illusions youth creates From the dim haze of its own happy skies. In vain we pine — we yearn on earth to win The being of the heart, our boyhood's dream. The Psyche and the Eros ne'er have been. Save in Olympus, wedded ! — As a stream Glasses a star, so life the Ideal love ; Restless the stream below — serene the orb above ! Ever the soul the senses shall deceive ; Here custom chill, there kinder fate bereave : For mortal lips unmeet eternal vows ! And Eden's flowers for Adam's mournful brows 1 We seek to make the moment's angel guest The household dweller at a human hearth ; ^^'e chase the bird of Paradise, whose nest Was never found amid the bowers of earth.* Yet loftier joys the vain pursuit may bring, Than sate the senses with the boons of time ; The bird of Heaven hath still an upward wing. The steps it lures and still the steps that climb, And in the ascent, altho' the soil be bare, More clear the daylight and more pure the air, Let Petrarch's heart the human mistress lose, He mourns the Laura, but to win the Muse. Could all the charms which Georgian maids combine Delight the soul of the dark Florentine, Like one chaste dream of childlike Beatrice Awaiting Hell's dark pilgrim in the skies, Snatch'd from below to be the guide above. And clothe Religion in the form of Love .' " T * According to a belief in the East, which is associated with one of the loveliest and most familiar of Oriental superstitions, the bird of Paiadise is never seen to rest upon the earth — and its nest is never to be found. t It is supposed by many of the commentators on Dante, that in the form of his lost Beatrice, who guides him in his Vision o£ Heaven, he allegorizes Religious Faith. THE IDEAL WORLD. 215 III. lENIUS, LIFTING ITS LIFE TO THE IDEAL, BECOMES ITSELF A PURE IDEA — IT MUST COMPREHEND ALL EXISTENCE ; ALL HUMAN SINS AND SUFFERINGS — BUT IN COMPREHENDING, IT TRANSMUTES THEM. — THE POET IN HIS TWOFOLD BEING — THE ACTUAL AND THE IDEAL — THE INFLUENCE OF GENIUS OVER THE STERNEST REALITIES OF EARTH — OVER OUR PASSIONS — WARS AND SUPERSTITIONS — ITS IDENTITY IS WITH HUMAN PROGRESS — ITS AGENCY, EVEN WHERE UNACKNOWl^ EDGED, IS UNIVERSAL. O, thou true Iris ! sporting on thy brow Of tears and smiles — Jove's herald, Poetry 1 Thou reflex image of all joy and woe — Both fused in h'ght by thy dear phantasy ! Lo! from the clay how Genius lifts its life. And grows one pure Idea — one calm soul I True, its own clearness must reflect our strife ; True, its completeness must comprise our whole : But as the sun transmutes the sullen hues Of marsh-grown vapors into vermeil dyes, And melts them later into twilight dews. Shedding on flowers the baptism of the skies; So glows the Ideal in the air we breathe — So from the fumes of sorrow and of sin, Doth its warm light in rosy colors wreathe Its playful cloud-land, storing balms within. Survey the Poet in his mortal mould Man amongst men, descended from his throne t The moth that chased the star now frets the fold, Our cares, our faults, our follies are his own. Passions as idle, and desires as vain. Vex the wild heart, and dupe the erring brain. From Freedom's field the recreant Horace flies To kiss the hand by which his country dies ; From Mary's grave the mighty Peasant turns. And hoarse with orgies rings the laugh of Burns While Rousseau's lips a lackey's vices own — Lips that could draw the thimder on a throne 1 But when from Life the Actual Genius springs, When, self-transform'd by its own magic rod. It snaps the fetters and expands the wings. And drops the fleshly garb that veil'd the god, How the mists vanish as the form ascends ! — How in its aureole every sunbeam blends ! By the Arch-Brightener of Creation seen, How dim the crowns on perishable brows 1 The snows of Atlas melt beneath the sheen. Thro' Thebaid caves the rushing splendor flows, Cimmerian glooms with Asian beams are bright. And Earth reposes in a belt of light- ai6 THE IDEAL WORLD. Now stern as Vengeance shines the awful form, Artn'd with the bolt and glowing thro' the storm ; Sets the great deeps of human passion free, And whelms the bulwarks that would breast the sea. Roused by its voice the ghastly Wars arise. Mars reddens earth, the Valkyrs pale the skies ; Dim Superstition from her hell escapes, With all her shadowy brood of monster shapes ; Here life itself the scowl of Typhon * takes ; There Conscience shudders at Alecto's snakes ; From Gothic graves at midnight yawning wide, In gory cerements gibbering spectres glide; And Where's o'er blasted heaths the lightnings flame, Black secret hags "do deeds without a name I " Y";t thro' its direst agencies of awe, Light marks its presence and pervades its law, And, like Orion when the storms are loud, It links creation while it gilds a cloud. By ruthless Thor, free Thought, frank Honor stand. Fame's grand desire, and zeal for Fatherland. The grim Religion of Barbarian Fear, With some Hereafter still connects the Here, Lifts the gross sense to some spiritual source. And thrones some Jove above the Titan Force, Till, love completing what in awe began. From the rude savage dawns the thoughtful man. Then, O behold the glorious Comforter ! Still bright'ning worlds, but gladd'ning now the hearth, Or like the lustre of our nearest star, Fused in the common atmosphere of earth. It sports like hope upon the captive's chain; Descends in dreams upon the couch of pain To wonder's realm allures the earnest child; To the chaste love refines the instinct wild; And as in waters the reflected beam, Still where we turn, glides with us up the stream ; And while in truth the whole expanse is bright, Yields to each eye its own fond path of light, So over life the rays of Genius fall, Give each his track because illuming alL IV. FORGIVENESS TO THE ERRORS OF OUR BENEFACTORS. Hence is that secret pardon we bestow In the true instinct of the grateful heart, • The gloomy Typhon of Egypt assumes many of the mystic attributei of the Principle of Life which, 'in the Grecian Apotheosis' of the Indian Bacchus, is represented in so genial a character of exuberant joy and everlasting youth. THE IDEAL WORLD. 217 Upon the Sons of Song. The good they do In the clear world of their Uranian ait Enilures forever ; while the evil done In the poor drama of their mortal scene, Is but a passing cloud before tlie sun ; Space halh no record where the mist hath been. Boots it to us. if Shakspeare err'd like man ? Wliy idly question that most mystic life ? Eno' the giver in his gifts to scan; To bless the sheaves with which thy fields are rife, Nor, blundering, guess thro' what obstructive clay The glorious corn-seed struggled up to day. y. THE IDEAL IS NOT CONFINED TO POETS — ALGERNON SIDNEY RECOG- NIZES HIS IDEAL IN LIBERTY, AND BELIEVES IN ITS TRIUMTH WHERE IHE MERE PRACTICAL MAN COULD BEHOLD BUT ITS RUINS — YET LIBERTY IN THIS WORLD MUST EVER BE AN IDEAL, A.VD THE LANE THAT IT PROMISES CAN BE FOUND BUT IN DEATH. But not to you alone, O Sons of Song, The wings that float the loftier airs along. Whoever lifts us from the dust we are, Beyond the sensual to spiritual goals ; Who from the Moment and the Self afar By deathless deeds allures reluctant souls, Gives the warm life to what the Limner draws, Plato but thought what god-like Cato was.* Recall the wars of England's giant born, Is Elyot's voice — is Hamj)den's death in vain? Have all the meteors of the vernal morn But wasted light upon a frozen main ? Where is that child of Carnage, Freedom, flown ? The Sybarite lolls upon the Martyr's throne. Lewd, ribald jests succeed to solemn zeal : And things of silk to Cromwell's men of steel. Cold are the hosts the tromps of Ireton thrill'd, And hush'd the senates Vane's large presence fill'd. In what strong heart doth the old manhood dwell ? Where art thou. Freedom? — Look — in Sidney's cell ! There still as stately stands the living Truth, Smiling on age as it had smiled on youth. Her forts dismantled, and her shrines o'erthrown, The headsman's block her last dread altar-stone, No sanction left to Reason's vulgar hope — Far from the wrecks expands her prophet's scope. Millennial morns the tombs of Kedron gild, The hands of saints the glorious walls rebuild, - Till ea'ch foundation garnish'd with its gem, High o'er Gelienna flames Jerusalem 1 • " What Plato thought, and god-like Cato was."— Pope ai8 THE IDEAL WORLD. O thou blood-stain'd Ideal of the free, Whose breath is heard in clarions — Liberty I Sublimer for thy grand illusions past, Thou spring'st to Heaven — Religion at the last. Alike below, or commonwealths, or thrones, Where'er men gather some crush'd victim groans , Only in death thy real form we see. All life is bondage — souls alone are free. I'hus through the waste the wandering Hebrews went, Fire on the march, but cloud upon the tent. At last on Pisgah see the Prophet stand. Before his vision spreads the Promised Land; But where reveal' d the Canaan to his eye ? — Upon the mountain he ascends to die. VI. YET ALL HAVE TWO ESCAPES INTO THE IDEAL WORLD — VIZ MEMORY AND HOPE — EXAMPLE OF HOPE IN YOUTH, HOWEVER EXCLUDEE FROM ACTION AND DESIRE — NAPOLEON's SON. Yet whatsoever be our bondage here, All have two portals to the Phantom sphere, — Who hath not glided through those gates that ope, Beyond the Hour, to Memory or to Hope! Give Youth the Garden, — still it soars above — Seeks some far glory — some diviner love. Place Age amidst the Golgotha — its eyes Still quit the graves, to rest upon the skies ; And while the dust, unheeded, moulders there, Track some lost angel through cerulean air. Lo ! where the Austrian binds, with formal chain, The crownless son of earth's last Charlemain — Him, at whose birth laugh'd all the violet vales (While yet unfallen stood thy sovereign star, O Lucifer of Nations) — hark, the gales Swell with the shout from all the hosts, whose war Rended the Alps, and crimson'd Memphian Nile — " Way for the coming of the Conqueror's Son : Woe to the Merchant-Carthage of the Isle I Woe to the Scythian Ice-world of the Don ! O Thunder Lord, thy Lemnian bolts prepare, The Eagle's eyrie hath its eagle heir ! " Hark, at that shout from north to south, gray Power Quails on its weak, hereditary thrones ; And widow'd mothers prophesy the hour Of future carnage to their cradled sons. What ! shall our race to blood be thus consign'd, And Ate claim an heirloom in mankind t Are these red lots unshaken in the urn ? Years pass — approach, pale Questioner — and learn; Chain'd to his rock, with brows that vainly frown, The fallen Titan sinks n darkness down 1 THE IDEAL WORLD. 21^ And sadly gazing through his gilded grate, Behold the child whose birth was as a fate I l^ar from the land in which his life began ; Wall'd from the healthful air of hardy man ; Rcar'd by cold hearts, and watch'd by jealous eyes, His guardiaiis gaolers, and his comrades spies. Each trite convention courtly fears inspire To stint experience and to dwarf desire ; Narrows the action to a puppet stage, And trains the eaglet to the starling's cage. On the dejected brow and smileless cheek, What weary thought the languid lines bespeak; Till drop by drop, from jaded day to day. The sickly life-streams ooze themselves away. Yet oft in Hope a boundless realm was thine. That vaguest infinite — the Dream of Fame ; Son of the sword that first made kings divine, Heir to man's grandest royalty — a Name ! Then didst thou burst upon the startled world. And keep the glorious promise of thy birth ; Then were the wings that bear the bolt unfurl'd, A monarch's voice cried "Place upon the Earth ! A new Philippi gain'd a second Rome. And the Son's sword avenged the greater Caesar's doom vn. EXAMPLE OF MEMORY AS LEADING TO THE IDEAL — AMIDST LIFE HOW- EVER HUMBLE, AND IN A MIND HOWEVER IGNORANT — THE VILLAGB WIDOVk?. But turn the eye to Life's sequester'd vale, And lowly roofs remote in hamlets green. Oft in my boyhood where the moss-grown pale Fenced quiet graves, a female form was seen ; Each eve she sought the melancholy ground. And lingering paused, and wistful look'd around If yet some footstep rustled thro' the grass, Timorous she shrunk, and watch'd the shadow pass. Then, when the spot lay lone amidst the gloom, Crept to one grave too humble for a tomb. There silent bow'd her face alcove the dead, For, if in prayer, the prayer was inly said , Still as the moonbeam, paused her quiet shade, Still as the moonbeam, thro' the yews to fade. Whose dust thus hallow'd by so fond a care ? What the grave saith not — let the heart declare. On yonder green two orphan children play'd ; By yonder rill two plighted lovers stray'd. In yonder shrine two lives were blent in one, And joy-bells chimed beneath a summer sun. Poor was their lot — their bread in labor found ; No parent bless'd them, and no kindred own'd ; 7 20 THE IDEAL WORLD. They smiled to hear the wise their choice condemn ; They loved — they loved — and love was wealth to them Hark — one short week — again the holy bell ! Still shone the sun; but dirge-like booni'd the knell The icy hand had sever'd breast from breast ; Left Life to toil, and sumnion'd Death to rest. Full fifty years since then have pass'd away. Her cheek is furrow'd, and her hair is gray, Yet, when she speaks of him (the times are rare), Hear in her voice how youth still trembles there The very name of that young life that died, Still heaves the bosom, and recalls the bride. 1-one o'er the widow's hearth those years have fled, The daily toil still wins the daily bread ; No books deck sorrow with fantastic dyes : Her fond romance her woman heart supplies; And, haplv in the few still moments given, (Day's taskwork done) — to memory, death, and heaven, To that unutter'd ])oem may belong Thoughts of such pathos as had beggar'd song. VHL HENCE IN HOPE, MEMORY, AND PRAYER, ALL OF US ARE POETS, Yes, while thou hopest, music fills the air, While thou rememberest, life reclothes the clod; While thou canst feel the electric chain of prayer, Breathe but a thought, and be a soul with God I Let not these forms of matter bound thine eye, He who the vanishing point of Human things Lifts from the landscape — lost amidst the sky. Has found the Ideal which the poet sings — Has pierced the pall around the senses thrown. And is himself a poet — tho' unknown. IX. APPLICATION OF THE POEM TO THE TALE TO WHICH IT IS PREFIXED —THE RHINE — ITS IDEAL CHARACTER IN ITS HISTORICAL ANU LEGENDARY ASSOCIATIONS. Eno' ! — my song is closing, and to thee, Land of the North, I dedicate its lay ; As I have done the simple tale to be The drama of this prelude ! — Far away Rolls the swift Rhine beneath the starry ray ; But to my ear its haunted waters sigh ; Its moonlit mountains glimmer on my eye ; On wave, on marge, as on a wizard's glass. Imperial ghosts in dim procession pass j rilE IDEAL WORLD. 221 Lords of the wild— the first great Fatlier-men, Their fane the hill top— and their honne the glen p'rowning they fade— a bridge of steel appears With frank-eyed Caesar smiling thro' the spears ; Tiie march moves onwards, and the mirror brings The Ciothic crowns of Carlovingian kings : Vanish'd alike! The Hermit rears his Cross, And barbs neigh shrill, and plumes in tumult toss, While (knighthood's sole sweet conquest from the Moor) Sings to Arabian lutes the Troubadour. Not yet, not yet — still glide some lingering shades — Still breathe some murmurs as the starlight fades — Still from her rock I hear the Siren call, And see the tender ghost in Roland's mouldering hall ! APPLICATION OF THE POEM CONTINUED — THE IDEAL LENDS ITS AIH TO THE MUST FAMILAR AND THE MOST ACTUAL SOKROW OK I.I KB — FICTION COMPARED TO SLEEP — IT STRENGTHENS WHILE 11 SOOTHES. Trite were the tale I tell of love and doom, (Whose life hath loved not, whose not mourn'd a tomb?) But fiction draws a poetry from grief, As art its healing from thewitlier'd leaf. Piay thou, sweet P'ancy, round the sombre truth, Crown the sad Genius ere it lower the torch I When death the altar, and the victim youth. Flutes fill the air, and garlands deck the porch. As down the river drifts the Pilgrim sail. Clothe the rude hill-tops, lull the Northern gale With childlike lore the fatal course beguile. And brighten death with Love's untiring smile Along the banks let fairy forms be seen " By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen." Let' sound and shape to which the sense is dull, Haunt the soul opening on the Beautiful, And when at length, the symbol voyage done,— Surviving Grief shrinks lonely from the sun. By tender types show Grief what memories bloom From lost delight — what fairies guard the tomb. Scorn not the dream, O world-worn, — pause awhile, New strength shall nerve thee as the dreams beguile, Strung by the rest — less far shall seem the goal 1 As sleep to life, so fiction to the soul. • Midsummer Night's Dream. f^3?^i5^: %ifeM$ ■^t>^ ill>^^\ mi UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY ^n AA 000 402 863 5 W^ il\ i>. w^ ^1 - T^ t«l^^ ^^^- m^ 4KKk<^,-' ^• M a:^i^/i" ^1 msi m