7) Ancient Classics for English Readers EDITED BY THE REV. \V. LUCAS COLLINS, M.A. PLATO The Volumes published of this Series contain HOMER: THE ILIAD, BY THE EDITOR. HOMER: THE ODYSSEY, BY THE SAME. HERODOTUS, BY GEORGE C. SWAYNE, M.A. CAESAR, BY ANTHONY TROLLOPE. VIRGIL, BY THE EDITOR. HORACE, BY THEODORE MARTIN. AESCHYLUS, BY REGINALD S. COPLESTON, M.A. XENOPHON, BY SIR ALEX. GRANT, BART., LL.D. CICERO, BY THE EDITOR. SOPHOCLES, BY CLIFTON W. COLLINS, M.A. PLINY, BY A. CHURCH, M.A., AND W. J. BRODRIBB, M.A. EURIPIDES, BY WILLIAM BODHAM DONNE. JUVENAL, BY EDWARD WALFORD, M.A. ARISTOPHANES, BY THE EDITOR. HESIOD & THEOGNIS, BY JAMES DAVIES, M.A. PLAUTUS AND TERENCE, BY THE EDITOR. TACITUS, BY WILLIAM BODHAM DONNE. LUCIAN, BY THE EDITOR. PLATO, BY CLIFTON W. COLLINS. THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY, BY LORD NEAVES. PLATO BY CLIFTON W. COLLINS, M.A. H.M INSPECTOR OF SCHOOLS WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS EDINBURGH AND LONDON MDCCCLXXIV INTRODUCTORY NOTE. THE Dialogues of Plato have been grouped together in this little volume as their subject or argument seemed to suit the requirements of the Chapter in which they will be found, without regard to chrono- logical order. Nor has the vexed question of the "Platonic Canon," or what are or are not the gen- uine works of Plato, been entered upon in these pages. All the Dialogues attributed to him in Stallbaum's edition are accepted here, and discussed with more or less brevity, as their interest for the general reader seemed to require. The writer desires to express his deep sense of his obligations to Professor Jowett for permission to use his valuable translation of Plato, from which most of the quotations found in the text (including the extracts marked "J.") have been made. Those 2000515 vi INTRODUCTORY NOTE. marked "D." are taken from the translation of the " Republic " by Messrs Davies and Vaughan. The other authorities most frequently consulted are Grote's ' Plato and the other Companions of Socrates,' Whewell's ' Platonic Dialogues,' Zeller's ' Socrates and the Socratic Schools,' and the Histories of Philosophy by Maurice, Hitter, and Ueberweg. The writer also wishes to record his sense of the kindness of H. W. Chandler ("VVaynflete Professor of Moral Philosophy at Oxford), who was good enough to read through the proofs of the first four chapters of this volume. CONTENTS. PAGE CHAP. I. LIFE OF PLATO, 1 ii II. PHILOSOPHERS AND SOPHISTS, ... 19 DIALOGUES : PARMESIDES SOPHISTES PROTA- GORAS GORGIAS HIPPIAS EUTHYDEMUS. n III. SOCRATES AND HIS FRIENDS, ... 49 SYMPOSIUM PH^DRUS APOLOGY CRITO PH.EDO. i IV. DIALOGUES OF SEARCH, .... 80 LACHES CHARMIDES LYSIS MENOEUTHY- PHRO CRATYLUS THE^ETETUS. " v. PLATO'S IDEAL STATES, 109 M VI. THE MYTHS OF PLATO, 146 ii VII. RELIGION, MORALITY, AND ART, . . . 169 K vin. LAT?:R PLATONISM, 185 PLATO. CHAPTER I. LIFE OF PLATO. " Eagle ! why soarest thou above that tomb, To what sublime and star-y-paven home Floatest thou ? I am the image of great Plato's spirit, Ascending heaven ; Athens doth inherit His corpse below." (Epitaph translated from the Greek by Shelley.) PLATO was born at ^Egina in B.C. 430 the same year that Pericles died of a noble family which traced its descent from Codrus, the last hero -king of Attica. Little is told us of his early years beyond some stories of the divinity which hedged him in his childhood, and a dream of Socrates,* in which he saw a cygnet * Athenseus tells us of another dream, by no means so com- plimentary to Plato, in which his spirit appeared to Socrates in the form of a crow, which planted its claws firmly in the bald head of the philosopher, and flapped its wings. The in- terpretation of this dream, according to Socrates (or Athenseus), was, that Plato would tell many lies about him. A. C. Vol. XiX. A 2 PL A TO. fly towards him, nestle in his breast, and then spread its wings and soar upwards, singing most sweetly. The next morning Ariston appeared, leading his son Plato to the philosopher, and Socrates knew that his dream was fulfilled. It is easy to fill in the meagre outlines of the biography as given us by Diogenes Laertius ; for Plato lived in a momentous time, when Athens could not afford to let any of her sons stand aloof from military service, and when every citizen must have been more or less an actor in the history of his times. Plato of course underwent the usual training of an Athenian gentleman, such as he has sketched it him- self in the " Protagoras ; " first attending the grammar school, where he learnt his letters, and committed to memory long passages from the poets, which he was taught to repeat with proper emphasis and modulation ; and the frequent quotations from Homer in his Dia- logues prove how thoroughly this part of his mental training was carried out.* Then he was transferred to the Master who was to infuse harmony and rhythm into his soul by means of the lyre and vocal music. Then he learned mathematics, for which subject he showed a special aptitude ; and we hear of him * Several pieces of poetry bearing Plato's name have come clown to us; and there is a graceful epitaph on "Stella," ascribed to him, which Shelley has thus translated : " Thou wert the morning star among the living, Till thy fair light had fled ; Now having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendour to the dead." LIFE OF PLATO. 3 wrestling in the palasstra, where his breadth of shoul- ders stood him in good stead, and winning prizes at the Isthmian games. He also found time to study "the old masters" of philosophy, and (as might be expected) the two whose works attracted him the most were Heraclitus and Pythagoras. The melan- choly of the one, and the mysticism of the other, found an echo in his own thoughts. He was fifteen at the time of the expedition to Sicily, and was probably among the crowd which watched the great fleet sail out of the harbour of Piraeus in all the pomp and circumstance of war ; and two years afterwards he must have shared in the general despair, when the news came that the fleet and the flower of the army had perished, and with them the hopes of Athens. Then Decelea (only fifteen miles from the city) was fortified by the Spartans, and proved a very thorn in the side of Attica; for flocks and herds were destroyed, slaves fled thither in numbers, and watch had to be kept by the Athenians night and day, to check the con- tinual sallies made from thence by the enemy. Plato was now eighteen, and was enrolled in the list which corresponded to the modern Landwehr, and had to take his share in that harassing garrison duty which fell on rich and poor alike, when the citizens (as Thucy- dides tells us) slept in their armour on the ramparts, and Athens more resembled a military fort than a city. Then followed the loss of prestige and the defection of allies ; for the subject islands either openly revolted 4 PL A TO. or intrigued secretly with Sparta ; and Alcibiades, the only Athenian who could have saved Athens, was an exile and a renegade, using Persian gold to levy Spartan troops against his country. Suddenly the Athenians, with the energy of despair, made a prodigious effort to recover the empire of the seas, which was passing from their hands. They melted down their treasures ; they used the reserve fund which Pericles had stored up for such an emergency ; and within thirty days they had equipped a fresh fleet of over a hundred sail. Then followed a general levy of the citizens ; every man who could bear arms was pressed into the service ; freedom was promised to any slave who would volun- teer ; and even the Knights (of whom Plato was one) forgot the dignity of their order, hung up their bridles in the Acropolis, and went on board the fleet as marines. There is no reason to suppose that Plato shunned his duty at such a crisis ; and we may there- fore conclude that he volunteered with the rest, served with the squadron which relieved Mitylene, and was present at the victory of Arginusse shortly afterwards. Soon Alcibiades was recalled, and his genius gave a different character to the war ; but the success of the Athenians was only temporary. Lysander came upon the scene ; and on the fatal shore of yEgos-Potami the Athenian fleet was destroyed almost without a blow being struck. Then followed the blockade of Athens, the consequent famine, and the despair of the citizens, with the foe without and two rival factions within, till at last the city surrendered, and the long walls were pulled down to the sound of Spartan music. LIFE OF PLATO. 5 "We have no clue, beyond a casual reference in Xenophon, as to what part Plato took in subsequent events. His own tastes and sympathies lay with the few; and all his intimate friends were among the oligarchs (the " good men and true," as they termed themselves), who, by a coup d'etat, effected what is known as the Eevolution of the Four Hundred. A section of these formed the execrated Thirty Tyrants. Critias, the master-spirit of this body, was Plato's uncle, and probably had considerable influence over him. But be this as it may, we find Plato attracted by the programme in which the oligarchs pledged themselves to reform abuses and to purge the state of evil-doers ; and for a time, at all events, he was an avowed partisan of the Thirty. But they soon threw off the mask, and a Eeign of Terror followed, which made their name for ever a byword among the Athe- nians. Plato was probably in the first instance dis- gusted by the jealous intolerance of this new party, which drove the aged Protagoras into exile, and pro- scribed philosophical lectures ; but when this intoler- ance was followed by numerous assassinations, he was utterly horrified, and at once withdrew from public life, and from all connection with his former friends. There was little indeed to tempt a man of Plato's spirit and principles to meddle with the politics of his day. The great statesmen, and with them the bloom and brilliancy of the Periclean age, had passed away ; and the very name of Pericles, as De Quincey says, " must have sounded with the same echo from the past as that of Pitt to the young men of our first 6 PL A TO. Reform Bill." The long war had done its work. Not only had it wellnigh exhausted the revenues and strength of Athens, but it had brought in its train, as necessary consequences, ignoble passions, a selfish party spirit, a confusion of moral sentiments, and an audacious scepticism, which were going far to under- mine the foundations of right and wrong. One revo- lution had followed another so rapidly that public confidence in the constitution was fast disappearing ; and the worst symptom of a declining nation had already shown itself, in that men of genius and honour were beginning to despair of their country and to with- draw from public life. We can well believe that the picture which Plato draws of the Philosopher in his " Republic " was no fancy sketch : Those who belong to this small class have tasted how sweet and blessed a possession philosophy is, and have also seen and been satisfied of the madness of the multitude, and known that there is no one who ever acts honestly in the administration of states, nor any helper who will save any one who maintains the cause of the just. Such a saviour would be like a man who has fallen among wild beasts, unable to join in the wickedness of his friends, and would have to throw away his life before he had done any good to himself or others. And he reflects upon all this, and holds his peace, and does his own business. He is like one who retires under the shelter of a wall in the storm of dust and sleet which the driving wind hurries along ; and when he sees the rest of mankind full of wickedness, he is content if only he can live his own life, and be pure from evil or unrighteousness, and depart in peace and goodwill, with bright hopes.* * Republic, iv. (Jowett.) C] LIFE OF PLATO. 7 t The next twelve years must have been the period of Plato's greatest intimacy with Socrates; and he was the great philosopher's constant companion until the day of his death. He had now no ties to bind him to Athens perhaps, indeed, he did not feel secure there and he went to live at Megara with his friend Euclid. Then he set out upon those travels of which we hear so much and know so little ; "and" (says an old his- torian), "whilst studious youth were crowding to Athens from every quarter in search of Plato for their master, that philosopher was wandering along the banks of Kile or the vast plains of a barbarous country, himself a disciple of the old men of Egypt." * After storing his mind with the wisdom of the Egyp- tians, Plato is said to have gone on to Palestine and Phoenicia to have reached China disguised as an oil merchant to have had the " Unknown God " revealed to him by Jewish rabbis and to have learned the secrets of the stars from Chaldaean astronomers. But these extended travels are probably a fiction. His visit to Sicily, however, rests on better evidence. He made a journey thither in the year 387 B.C., with the object of witnessing an eruption of Mount Etna already fatal to one philosopher, Empedocles. On his way he stayed at Tarentum with his friend Archytas, the great mathematician, and a member of the Pytha- gorean brotherhood. This order which, like the Jesuits, was exclusive, ascetic, and ambitious had formerly had its representatives in every city of Magna * Valerius Maximus, quoted in Lewes's Hist, of Philos., i. 200. 8 PL A TO. Graseia, and had influenced their political history ac- cordingly. Even then their traditions and mystic ritual, as well as the ability shown by individual members, daily attracted new converts. Among these was Dion, the young brother-in-law of Dionysius, Tyrant of Syracuse. Dion was introduced by the Pythagoreans to Plato, and their acquaintance soon warmed into a friendship which has become historical. There was much on both sides that was attractive. In Plato, Dion found the friend who never flattered, the teacher who never dogmatised, the companion who was never wearisome. The gracious eloquence, the charm of manner, the knowledge of life, and, above all, the generous and noble thoughts so frankly expressed by Plato, must have had the same effect upon him as the conversation of Socrates had upon Alcibiades. His heart was touched, his enthusiasm was kindled, and he became a new man. There dawned upon him the con- ception of another Syracuse, freed from slavery, and from the oppressive presence of foreign guards self- governed, and with contented and industrious citizens and Dion himself, the author of her liberties and the founder of her laws, idolised by a grateful people. These day-dreams had a strong effect on Dion ; and Plato partly shared in his enthusiasm. As in his own model Republic, all might be accomplished " if philo- sophers were kings." Even as things were, if Diony- sius would but look with a favourable eye upon Plato and his teaching, much might be done in the way of easing the yoke of tyranny which pressed so heavily upon the wretched Syracusans. LIFE OF PLATO. 9 Accordingly, Plato visited Syracuse in company with Dion, and was formally presented at court. But the results were unsatisfactory. It was not, indeed, likely that the philosopher, who was the sworn foe of Tyranny in the abstract, and who looked upon the Tyrant as the incarnation of all that was evil in human nature, would, either by flattery or plain speaking, convince Dionysius of the error of his ways. Plato had several interviews with Dionysius; and we are told that he enlarged upon his favourite doctrine of the happiness of the virtuous and the inevitable misery of the wicked, till all who heard him were charmed by his eloquence, except the despot himself, who in a rage ordered him to be taken down to the market-place there and then, and to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder ; that so he might put his own philosophy to a practical test, and judge for himself if the virtuous man was still happy in chains or in prison. Plato was accordingly sold, and was " bought in " by his friends for twenty mines. Another account is, that he was put on board a trireme and landed at ^Egina on the way home, where he was sold, and bought by a generous stranger, who set him at liberty and restored him to Athens. In any case, Plato might consider himself fortunate in escaping from such a lion's den as the court of the savage Dionysius ; and he had learnt a salutary lesson, that theoretical politics are not so easily put into practice as men think, and that caution and discretion are necessary in deal- ing with the powers that be. On his return to Athens, weary of politics, and wishing to escape from the turmoil and distractions 10 PLATO. of the town, he retired to a house and garden which he had purchased (or inherited, for the accounts differ) at Colonus. There, or in the famous " olive grove " of the Academy close by, he gave lectures to, or held dis- / cussions with, a distinguished and constantly increas- ing body of pupils. Sauntering among the tall plane- trees, or pacing those historical colonnades, might be found all the wit and genius of the day, men of science and men of letters artists, poets, and, in greater numbers than all, would-be philosophers. The pupils of Plato, unlike the p'oor crushed followers of Socrates, are described by one comic poet as dandies with curled hair, elegant dress, and affected walk ; and we are told by another how the master's broad shoulders towered above the rest, and how he charmed them with his sweet speech, " melodious as the song of the cicalas in the trees above his head." K"o one must suppose, however, that the subjects of discussion in the Academy were trivial or frivolous. Over the gates was to be seen the formidable inscription " Let none but Geometri- cians enter here ; " * and, according to Aristotle, the lec- tures were on the Supreme Good i.e., the One, as con- trasted with the Infinite. Twenty years thus passed, and Plato's eloquence was daily attracting to the Academy fresh students from all parts of Greece, when he received a second summons to visit Sicily from his old friend and pupil Dion, with whom he had kept up a constant correspondence. Dionysius I. was dead, and his empire, "fastened" * Sir W. Hamilton considers this tradition "at least six cen- turies too late." Essays, p. 27, note. LIFE OF PLATO. 11 (as he expressed it) " by chains of adamant," had passed to his son a young, vain, and inexperienced prince, who had not inherited either the ability or energy of his father. Dion still retained his position as minister and family adviser, and there seemed to be at last an opening under the new regime for carrying out his favourite scheme of restoring liberty to the Syracusans. Accordingly he spared no pains to im- press the young prince with the wisdom and eloquence of Plato ; and so successfully did he work upon his better feelings, that Dionysius, says Plutarch, "was seized with a keen and frantic desire to hear and con- verse with the philosopher." He accordingly sent a pressing invitation to Plato, and this was coupled with a touching appeal from Archytas and other Pytha- goreans, who looked eagerly forward to a regeneration of Syracuse. Plato (though reluctant to leave his work at the Academy) felt constrained to revisit Sicily "less with the hope of succeeding in the intended conversion of Dionysius, than from the fear of hearing both himself and his philosophy taunted with con- fessed impotence, as fit only for the discussion of the school, and shrinking from all application to practice."* He was received at Syracuse with every mark of honour and respect. Dionysius himself came in his chariot to meet him on landing, and a public sacrifice was offered as a thanksgiving for his arrival. And at first all things went well. There was a reformation in the manners of the court. The royal banquets were * Grote, Hist, of Greece, vii. 517. 12 PLATO. curtailed ; the conversation grew intellectual ; and geometry became so much the fashion that nothing was to be seen in the palace but triangles and figures traced in the sand. Many of the foreign soldiers were dismissed ; and at an anniversary sacrifice, when the herald made the usual prayer " May the gods long preserve the Tyranny, and may the Tyrant live for ever," Dionysius is said to have stopped him with the words " Imprecate no such curse on me or mine." So deeply was he impressed by Plato's earnest pleading in behalf of liberty and toleration, that he was* even t prepared, we are told, to establish a limited monarchy in place of the existing despotism, and to restore free government to those Greek cities in Sicily which had been enslaved by his father. But Plato discounte- nanced any such immediate action ; his pupil must go through the prescribed training, must reform himself, and be imbued with the true philosophical spirit, before he could be allowed to put his principles into practice. And thus, like other visionary schemes of reform, the golden opportunity passed away for ever. The ascendancy of " the Sophist from Athens " (as Plato was contemptuously termed) roused the jealousy of the old Sicilian courtiers, and their slanders poisoned the mind of Dionysius, whose enthusiasm had already cooled. He grew suspicious of the designs of Dion, and, without giving him a chance of defending himself against his accusers, had him put on board a vessel and sent to Italy as an exile. Plato himself was de- tained a state prisoner in the palace, flattered and caressed by Dionysius, who appears to have had a LIFE OF PLATO. 13 sincere admiration and regard for him, but at the same time to have found the Platonic discipline too severe a trial for his own weak and luxurious nature. At last he was allowed to depart, after giving a conditional promise to return, in the event of Dion being recalled from exile. It is said that, as he was embarking, Dionysius said to him "When thou art in the Academy with thy philosophers, thou wilt speak ill of me." " God forbid," was Plato's answer, " that we should have so much time to waste in the Academy as to speak of Dionysius at all." Ten years later Plato is induced for the third and last time by the earnest appeal of Dionysius to revisit Syracuse ; and a condition of his coming was to be the recall of Dion. As before, he is affectionately wel- comed, and is treated as an honoured guest ; but so far from Dion being recalled, his property is confiscated by Dionysius, and his wife given in marriage to another man ; and Plato (who only obtains leave to depart through the intercession of Archytas) is himself the bearer of the unwelcome news to Dion, whom he meets ^ at the Olympic games on his way home. Dfon (as we may easily imagine) is bitterly incensed at this last insult, and immediately sets about levying an army to assert his rights and procure his return by force. At Olympia he parts company from Plato, and the two friends never meet again. The remainder of Dion's eventful career (more romantic, perhaps, than that of any other hero of antiquity) has been well sketched by Mr Grote, who records his triumphant entry into Syracuse, his short-lived popularity, the intrigues and 14 PLATO. conspiracy of Heraclides, whose life he had spared, and his base assassination by his friend Callippus. Once more restored to Athens, Plato continued his lectures in the Academy, and also employed himself in composing those philosophical Dialogues which bear his name, and of which some. thirty have come down to us. Several reasons probably contributed to make Plato throw his thoughts into this form. First, it was the only way in which he could give a just idea of the Socratic method, and of the persistent exami- nation through which Socrates was wont to put all comers ; again, he wished to show the chain of argu- ment gradually unwinding itself, and by using the milder form of discussion and inquiry, to avoid even the ap- pearance of dogmatism, especially as he must have often felt that he was treading on dangerous ground. Prolix and wearisome as some of these Dialogues may often seem to modern ears, we must remember that they were the first specimens of their kind ; that they were writ- ten when the world was still young, when there was little writing of any sort, and when romances, essays, or " light literature " were unknown ; while at the same time there was a clever, highly-educated, and sympathetic " public " ready then as now to devour, to admire, and to criticise. After the barren wastes of the old philosophy, with its texts and axioms, its quo- tations from the poets, and crude abstractions from nature, these Dialogues must have burst upon the Athenian world as an unexpected oasis upon weary travellers in the desert ; and they must have hailed with delight these fresh springs of truth, and these LIFE OF PLATO. 15 new pastures for thought and feeling. As a new phase of literature, we may well believe that they were received with the same interest and surprise as the appearance of the ' Spectator ' in the last century, or the ' "Waverley Novels ' at the beginning of our own. They were, in fact, the causeries de Lundi of their age. Plato assuredly knew well the lively and versatile character of those for whom he was writing. The grave and didactic tone of a modern treatise on philo- sophy would have fallen very flat on the ears of an Athenian audience, accustomed to see their gods, statesmen, and philosophers brought upon the stage in a grotesque medley, and unsparingly caricatured. But not Momus himself (as a Greek would have said) could have turned these Dialogues into ridicule ; and their very faults their want of method and general discursiveness must have been a relief after the for- mal commonplaces of the Sophists. Plato himself makes no pretence of following any rules or system. " "Whither the argument blows, we will follow it," he says in the " Eepublic," and he is fond of telling us that a philosopher has plenty of time on his hands. But the vivacity and variety, the subtle humour which can never be exactly reproduced in a translation the charming scenes which serve as a framework to the discussion, and, above all, the purity and sweetness of the language, which earned for the writer the title of " The Attic Bee," all these were reasons for the popularity which these Dialogues undoubtedly enjoyed. There is no means of fixing the order in which they were written, but they probably all belong to the last 16 PLATO. forty years of his life. A story is indeed extant to the effect that Socrates heard the " Lysis " read to him, and exclaimed " Good heavens ! what a heap of false- hoods this young man tells about me ! " but Socrates had in all probability died some years before the "Lysis" was published. The speakers in these Dialogues are no more historical than the characters in Shakspeare's plays, and Plato was (perhaps purposely) careless of dates and names. But the personages thus intro- duced serve their purpose. They give a life and a real- ity to the scenes and conversations which is wanting in Berkeley's Dialogues, and in all modern imitations, and their tempers and peculiarities are touched by a master-hand. But there is one character which Plato never paints, and that is his own. Except in two casual allusions, he never directly or indirectly intro- duces himself ; and no one can argue, from the internal evidence of his writings, as to what he was or was not. Like Shakspeare, he deserves Coleridge's epithei of " myriad-minded," for he appears to us in all shapes and characters. He was " sceptic, dogmatist, religious mystic and inquisitor, mathematical philosopher, artist, poet all in one, or at least all in succession, during the fifty years of his philosophical life." * There is one pervading feature of similarity in all the Dialogues, and that is, the style.t If Jove had spoken Greek (it was said of old), he would have * Grote's Plato, i. 214. t Sir Arthur Helps, himself a writer of purest English, has given us in ' Realmah ' his ideas of what a perfect style should be. Every word in his description would closely apply to Plato, LIFE OF PLATO. 17 spoken it like Plato ; and Quintilian no mean critic declared that his language soared so far at times above the ordinary prose, that it seemed as if the writer was inspired by the Delphic Oracle. But these very sen- tences which seem to us to flow so easily, and which we think must have been written currents calamo, wore really elaborate in their simplicity; and the anecdote of thirteen different versions of the opening sentence in the " Eepublic " having been found in the author's handwriting is probably based upon fact. Up to the age of eighty-one, Plato continued his liter- ary work " combing, and curling, and weaving, and unweaving his writings after a variety of fashions ; " * and death, so Cicero tells us, came upon him as he was seated at his desk, pen in hand. He was buried among the olive-trees in his own garden; and his disciples celebrated a yearly festival in his memory. As might be expected, such a man did not escape satire and detraction even in his own day. To say that he was ridiculed by the comic poets, is merely to say that he paid the penalty common to all eminence at Athens ; but he was accused of vanity, plagiarism, and what not, by writers such as Antisthenes and Aristoxenus, whose philosophy might have taught especially the concluding lines ; . . . " and withal there must be a sense of felicity about it, declaring it to be the product of a happy moment, so that you feel it will not happen again to that man who writes the sentence, nor to any other of the sons of men, to say the like thing so choicely, tersely, mellifluously, and completely." Realmah, i. 175. * Dionysius of Halicarnassus, quoted ill Sewell's Dialogues of Plato, p. 55. A. C. vol. xix. c 18 PL A TO. them better. Athenaeus, with whom no reputation is sacred, devotes six successive chapters to a merciless attack on his personal character ; and besides retailing some paltry anecdotes as to his being fond of figs, and inventing a musical water-clock which chimed the hours at night, he accuses him of jealousy and malev- olence towards his brother philosophers, and tells a story to show his arrogance, and the dislike with which his companions regarded him. On the same evening that Socrates died (so says Athenseus), the select few who had been with him in the prison, met together at supper. All were sad and silent, and had not the heart to eat or drink. But Plato filled a cup with wine, and bade them be of good cheer, for he would worthily fill their master's place ; and he invited Apollodorus to drink his health, and passed him the cup. But Apollodorus refused it with indignation, and said, " I would rather have pledged Socrates in his hemlock, than pledge you in this wine." CHAPTER II. PHILOSOPHERS AND SOPHISTS. IUALOGUES : PARMENIDES SOPHISTES PROTAGORAS GORGIAS HIPPIAS ECTHYDEMUS. " Divine Philosophy, Not harsh and rugged, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute." Milton. " PHILOSOPHY," says Plato in his ' Theaetetus,' " begins in wonder, for Iris is the child of Thaumas." It is the natural impulse of the savage, wherever he sees force and motion that he cannot explain, to invent a god; and so the first stage of Science is a sort of Fetishism, or worship of the powers of nature. The Greek, especially curious and inventive, carried this tendency to its furthest limits ; and the result was an elaborate Mythology, in which every object and oper- ation in the physical world was referred to a special god. Thus the thunder was caused by the wrath of Zeus ; the earthquake was produced by Poseidon ; and the pestilence by the arrows of Apollo. Poets like Homer and Hesiod reduced these myths to a sys- tem, and perpetuated them in their verse ; and so it may be said that Greek philosophy springs from poetry, for in this poetry are contained the germs of 20 PLA TO. all subsequent thought. Homer, indeed, has been called " the Greek Bible ; " and every Athenian gentleman is said to have known the Iliad and Odyssey by heart. Their morality, it is true, was of a rough and ready character, suited to the high spirit of heroic times, when war and piracy were the hero's proper profession ; but there are everywhere traces of a strict code of honour and a keen sense of rights and duties. The oath and the marriage tie, the claims of age and weakness, the guest and the suppliant, are all respected ; and though all stratagems are held to be fair in war, Achilles, the poet's model hero, tells us that his soul detests the liar " like the gates of hell." Hesiod looks back with regret to the heroes of this golden time, long since departed to the islands of the blest. His own lot has fallen upon evil days ; the earth has lost its bloom ; the present race of men are sadly degenerate ; and Shame and Retribution, the two last remaining virtues, have gone for ever. Simonides and Theognis complete this gloomy pic- ture ; they and the other " Gnomic " poets, fragments of whose writings have come down to us, preach for the most part a prudential morality, unlike the chival- rous naivete of Homer, and expressed in mournful sentences which read like verses from Ecclesiastes. The uncertainty of fortune, the inconstancy of friends, the miseries of poverty and sickness these are the phases of life which strike them most. Then come the " Seven Wise Men," of whom Solon was one, who stand on the border-land of ro- mance and history, like the Seven Champions of DIALOGUES. 21 Christendom. We know little of them beyond those aphorisms ascribed to each of them, and said to have been engraven in gold on the gates of Delphi, which became as household words in Greece, and some of which have found their way into modern proverbs " The golden mean," " Know thyself," " Virtue is difficult," " Call no man happy till he dies." Ano- ther of the seven was Thales half star-gazer, half man of business honoured by Aristotle with the title of " the first philosopher." He and those who followed him tried to discover some one element or first principle underlying the incessant change and motion which they saw in the world around them. Thales believed this principle to be Water improving on the old myth of Oceanus, the eternal river that girds the universe. Anaximander thought the uni- verse originally was a bath of flames, or a ring of fire broken up into sun, moon, and stars, while the earth remained balanced like a column in the centre. Anaximenes, again, said that " Air ruled over all things ; and the Soul, being Air, ruled in man." Thus these three Ionian philosophers took each some one element as the symbol of an abstract idea. Then came Heraclitus of Ephesus, surnamed the Obscure, " shooting," says Plato, " as from a quiver, sayings brief and dark." He is oppressed with the sense of the perpetual change in nature. Xothing is at rest, all is in continual movement and progression. Life and time are like a stream flowing on for ever, in which thoughts and actions appear for a moment and then vanish. Pythagoras, again, maintained that 22 PL A TO. Number was the sacred and unchangeable principle by which the universe was regulated ; that there was a " music of the spheres ;" and that the soul itself was a harmony imprisoned in the body : while his contempo- rary Democritus, " the first materialist," held that by some law of necessity countless atoms had moved to- gether in the void of space, and so produced a world. Lastly, the Eleatics took higher ground, and con- ceived the idea of one eternal and absolute Being which alone exists, while non-existence is inconceiv- able. Plurality and change, space and time, are merely illusions of the senses. This doctrine is set forth at some length by Parmenides, the founder of this school of thought, in an epic poem, in which he has been commissioned, he says, by the goddess of wisdom, " to show unto men the unchangeable heart of truth." Plato, who always speaks of him with re- spect " more honoured than all the rest of philoso- phers put together" has given his name to one of his Dialogues, in which he introduces him as visiting Athens in his old age, in company with Zeno, his friend and pupil, and there discussing his theories with Socrates, then a young man of twenty. The Dialogue turns upon the difficulties involved in the famous Eleatic saying, that " the All is one, and the many are nought ; " but, by an easy transition, the argument in the first part of the Dialogue discusses the doctrine of Ideas the key-stone of Plato's philosophy. This doctrine seems to have grown upon him, and en- grossed his mind ; and his poetic feeling is continually suggesting additions and embellishments to it, just as PARMENIDES. 23 an. artist adds fresh, touches to a favourite picture. He admits, with Heraclitus, that all objects of sense are fleeting and changeable ; and he admits with the Eleatics that Being alone can really be said to exist ; but he blends these two theories together. Everything that we can name or see has its eternal Idea or pro- totype; and this particular flower, with its sensible bloom and fragrance, is merely the transitory image or expression of the universal Flower that never fades. And thus, far removed from this material world of t birth and death, change and decay, Plato conceived another world of pure and perfect forms, imperceptible by earthly senses and perceived by the eye of reason alone, each form in itself separate, unchangeable,' and everlasting, and each answering to some visible object to which it imparts a share of its own divine essence, as the sun gives light to nature. But (objects Parmenides in this Dialogue), how can you bridge over the gulf which separates the sensible from the Ideal world 1 How do these earthly imita- tions of the Ideas partake of the essence of their di- vine prototypes? And how far can you carry your theory ? Have the meanest as well as the noblest ob- jectshair and mud, for instance, as well as beauty and truth their ideal Forms 1 Again, there may be Ideas of Ideas, and so you may go on generalising to infinity. Lastly, they cannot be only conceptions the mind ; while, if they are types in nature and have a real existence, we cannot know them ; for all human knowledge is relative, and to comprehend these eter- nal and absolute Ideas, we should require an Ideal and to of 24 PLA TO. absolute knowledge, such as the gods alone can pos- sess. Of ourselves, therefore, we cannot know these Ideas ; and yet, unless we admit that absolute and ab- stract Ideas exist, all discussion nay, all philosophy is at an end. These objections, so skilfully put by Parmenides, are not answered by Plato in this, or indeed in any other Dialogue ; and he thus makes out a strong case against his own favourite theory. Socrates himself is lectured by Parmenides on his defective mental training. His enthusiasm (says the old philosopher), which makes him " keen as a Spartan hound " in the quest of truth, is a noble impulse in itself ; but it will be use- less unless he, so to speak, reads his adversary's brief, and studies a question in all its bearings, tracing all the consequences which may follow from the assump- tion or denial of some hypothesis. Above all, So- crates should cultivate " Dialectic," * which alone can enable him to separate the ideal from the sensible, and is an indispensable exercise, although most people re- gard it as mere idle talking. Parmenides is then prevailed upon himself to give an example of this " laborious pastime ; " though, as he says, he shakes with fear at the thought of his self-im- posed task, " like an old race-horse before running the course he knows so well." He selects for examination his own Eleatic theory, and traces the consequences which follow from the contradictory assumptions that " One is," and " One is not." We need not follow him * The process by which the definitions of Logic are attained. PARMEN1LES. 25 through the mazes of this chain of arguments, which result after all in two contradictory conclusions. It is doubtful if Plato had any other object in this "leger- demain of words " than to stimulate the curiosity of a youthful inquirer like Socrates with a series of argu- ments as puzzling and equivocal as the riddle in his " Republic," to which Mr Grote compares them : " A man and no man, seeing and not seeing, a bird and no bird, sitting upon wood and no wood, struck and did not strike it with a stone and no stone." The only difference is, that in one case the author knew the solution of his riddle; while it may be doubted if Plato himself held the key to the enigmas in his " Parmenides." In tliis Dialogue we are introduced also to Zeno "Parmenides' second self" the able exponent of the art of Dialectic, and a type of a new stage of Greek thought which had just commenced with the Sophists. The appearance of these professors at Athens was a sign of the times. Hitherto, as we have seen, philo- sophy had resulted in rough abstractions from Nature or in a vague Idealism; but now thought was directed to the practical requirements of life, and the Sophists supplied a recognised want in the education of the age. They were the professors of universal know- ledge ; and, above all, they taught Rhetoric in the view of an Athenian the most important of all branches of learning. To speak with fluency and dignity was not so much an accomplishment as a necessary safe- guard at Athens, where " Informers " abounded, where litigation was incessant, and where a citizen was liable 26 PL A TO. to be called upon to defend his life and property any day, in one of the numerous law-courts. Again, elo- quence, far more than with us, was a source of success and popularity in public life ; and as a French soldier was said to cany a marshal's baton in his knapsack, so every citizen who had the natural or acquired gift of eloquence might aspire to rise from the ranks, and be- come president of Athens. Provided that he had a ready and plausible tongue, neither his poverty nor mean descent need stand in his way; for the foremost placo in Athens had been occupied in succession by a tanner and a lamp-seller. The small number of citizens, as compared with slaves, made political power more accessible than in our over-grown democracies ; and every citizen was forced to become part and parcel of the state in which he lived. Moreover, the Greek Assembly was more easily moved by an appeal to their feelings or imagination, especially on an occasion of strong public interest, than a modern House of Com- mons. Sometimes their enthusiasm broke through all bounds, and Plato's description of the effect produced by a popular orator is probably not exaggerated. All motives, therefore policy, ambition, self-defence combined to induce the Athenian to learn the art of speaking, and there was an increasing demand for teachers. The Sophists undertook to qualify the young aspirant for political distinction ; to teach him to think, speak, and act like a citizen, to convince or cajole the Assembly, to hold his own in the law-court, and gen- erally to give him the power of making " the worse seem the better reason." Their lecture-rooms were SOPITISTES. 27 crowded ; they were idolised by the rising generation ; and they not uncommonly made large fortunes, charg- ing often as much as fifty drachmas (about two guineas) a lesson ; for few of them would have the magnanimity of Protagoras, who left it to the conscience of his pupils to name their own fees. The Sophists were the sceptics and rationalists of their times, and they headed the reaction against the dogmatism of previous philosophy. According to them, there was no fixed standard of morality ; real knowledge was impossible ; tradition was false ; reli- gion was the invention of lying prophets; law and justice were devices of the strong to ensnare the weak ; pleasure and pain were the only criteria of right and wrong ; each man should use his private judgment in all matters, and do that which seemed good in his own eyes. "We can hardly estimate the mingled feelings of fear and dislike with which an average Athenian citizen would regard the influence undoubtedly possessed by this class. Patriotism and religious prejudice would intensify the hatred against these foreign sceptics ; and added to this would be the popular antipathy which has in all times shown itself against scheming lawyers and ambitious churchmen " Chicane in furs, and casuistry in lawn." For, inasmuch as philosophy was closely blended with their religion, the Sophist would seem to practise a sort of intellectual simony ; tampering with and selling at a high price the divinest mysteries ; holding the keys 28 PLATO. of knowledge themselves, but refusing to impart, except to such as came with full purses, those truths which were to the Greek as the very bread of life. Doubtless Plato had sufficient reason to justify the repulsive picture which he has drawn of the Sophist in several of his Dialogues, as "the charlatan, the foreigner, the prince of esprits faux, the hireling who is not a teacher ; the ' evil one,' the ideal representative of all that Plato most disliked in the moral and intellectual tendencies of his own age, the adversary of the almost equally ideal Socrates." * In the Dialogue called THE SOPHIST, an attempt is made to define, by a regular logical process called " dichotomy," the real nature of this many-sided crea- ture ; no easy task, says Plato, " for the animal is troublesome, and hard to catch." He has a variety of characters. Firstly, he is a sort of hunter, and his art is like the angler's, with the difference that he is a fisher of men, and baits his hook with pleasure, " haunting the rich meadow-lands of generous youth." Secondly, he is like a retail trader, but his merchandise is a spurious knowledge which he buys from others or fabricates for himself as he wanders from city to city. Thirdly, he is a warrior, but his tongue is his sword with which he is eternally wrangling about right and wrong for money. Fourthly, since education purifies the soul by casting out ignorance or the false conceit of knowledge, men would have you believe that the Sophist does this ; though, as a matter of fact, he is * Jowett's Plato, iii. 448. PROTAGORAS. 29 about as like the real " purger of souls " as a wolf is like a dog. Lastly, this creature aspires to universal knowledge, and will argue ay, and teach others to argue about any object in creation; and, like a clever painter, he will impose upon you the appearance for the reality, and thus he steals away the hearts of our young men, deceiving their ears and deluding their senses, while he disguises his own ignorance under a cloud of words. In fact, he is a mere imitator and an imitator of appearance, not of reality. " But how " (an objector replies) " can a man be said to affirm or imitate that which is only appearance, and has no real existence 1 " This quibble is followed by a perplexing discussion on "!Not- Being " the stumbling- block of Eleatic philosophers. To us nothing can be simpler than the distinction between " this is not," i.e, does not exist and " this is not," i.e., is not true ; but so oppressed was the Eleatic with the sense of "Being" as alone having existence, that he held that no reality could be attached to non-being ; and there- fore falsehood, which was merely the expression of non-being, was impossible. Nothing would be gained by following out the threads of this difficult argument ; and we may dismiss the Eleatic theory with the con- solation that, as Professor Jowett says, Plato has effec- tually " laid its ghost " we will hope, for ever. PROTAGORAS. The opening of this Dialogue is highly dramatic. Socrates is awakened before daylight by the young Hippocrates, who is all on fire to see and hear this Pro- 30 PLA TO. tagoras, who lias just come to Athens. Socrates calms liis excitement, and advises him to be sure, before he pays his money to the great Sophist, that he will get his money's worth ; for it is a rash thing to commit his soul to the instruction of a foreigner, before he knows his real character, or whether his doctrines are for good or for evil. " my friend ! " he says, earnestly, " pause a moment before you hazard your dearest in- terests on a game of chance ; for you cannot buy know- ledge and carry it away in an earthly vessel : in your own soul you must receive it, to be a blessing or a curse." Talking thus gravely on the way, they arrive at the house of Callias, who had spent more money on the Sophists so Plato tells us than any other Athenian of his times. The doorkeeper is surly, and at first refuses to admit them, thinking that his master has had enough of the Sophists and their friends already. But at last they enter, and find a large company already assembled within. Protagoras himself is walking up and down the colonnade, declaiming to a troop of youths who had followed him from all parts of Greece, attracted by the music of his words, "as though he were a second Orpheus." Hippias, another Sophist, whom we shall meet again, is lecturing on astronomy to a select audience in the opposite portico ; while the deep voice of Prodicus, a younger professor, is heard from an adjoining room, where he lies still warmly wrapped up in. bed, and conversing from it to another circle of listeners. Socrates at once steps up to Protagoras, and tells PROTAGORAS. 31 liim the purpose for which they have sought him ; and the great man makes a gracious answer. " Yes Hippocrates has done right to come to him, for he is not as other Sophists. He will not treat him like a schoolboy, and weary him with astronomy and music. ]STo ; he will teach him nobler and more useful lessons than these : prudence, that he may order his own house well ', and political wisdom, that he may prove himself a good citizen and a wise statesman." " But," asks Socrates, half incredulously, " can such wisdom and virtue as this be really taught at all 1 If it were so, would not our statesmen have taught their own children the art by which they became great them- selves, and the mantle of Pericles have descended in a measure upon his sons ? " To this Protagoras replies by a parable. Man was overlooked in the original distribution of gifts by Epimetheus among mortal creatures, and was left the only bare and defenceless animal in creation; and though Prometheus strove to remedy his brother's oversight as far as he could, by giving him fire and other means of life, still there was no principle of government, and man kept slaying and plundering his brother man ; till at last Jove took pity on him, and sent Hermes to distribute justice and friendship, not to a favoured few, but to all alike. " For," said Jove, " cities cannot exist, if a few only share in the virtues, as in the arts ; and further, make a law by my order, that he who has no part in reverence and justice shall be put to death as a plague to the state." The very fact that evil-doers are punished, not in retaliation for 32 I'LA TO. past wrong, but to prevent future wrong, is a proof that certain virtues can be acquired " from study, and exercise, and teaching." In fact, a man's education begins in his cradle. From childhood he is placed under tutors and governors, and stimulated to virtue by admonitions, by threats, or blows. When he arrives at man's estate, the law takes the place of his masters, and compels him to live uprightly. He who rebels against instruction or punishment is either exiled or condemned to death, under the idea that he is in- curable. " Who teaches virtue, say you 1 (Protagoras continues) ; you might as well ask Avho teaches Greek. The fact is, all men are its teachers, parents, guard- ians, tutors, the laws, society each and all do their part in forming a man's character." Socrates professes himself charmed with the elo- quence of Protagoras ; but there is one little ques- tion further upon which he would like to have his opinion. " Is there one virtue, or are there many 1 " Protagoras, who at first argues that the virtues are separate like the different features of a man's face is forced much against his will to admit that holiness is much the same as justice, and so on with the several others. Then a line from the poet Simonides is discussed " It is hard to be good ; " and Protagoras, who had been hitherto the chief speaker, is himself put to the question by Socrates, with a reminder that short answers are best for short memories like his own. This discussion is simply a satire on the verbal criti- cism so common in that age, and reduced to a science GORGIAS. 33 by the Sophists ; when men in the very exuberance of thought, like the Euphuists in the Elizabethan age, fenced with sharp sayings taking, as here, some well- known text from a poet, illustrating its meaning, and using it to point a moral, like a preacher in a modern pulpit. But this criticism is admitted by both sides to be a somewhat commonplace amusement. To quote from the poets, says Socrates, with some sarcasm, especially when they are not present to tell us what they really meant, is a mere waste of time ; it is like listening to a flute-girl after dinner, and betrays a dearth of inven- tion on the part of the company. So the original argument on the plurality of Virtue is resumed ; and it is proved, to the satisfaction at least of one dis- putant, that knowledge is not only a power in itself, but is also the main element in every virtue ; and that even if pleasure were the rule of life which it is not still knowledge would be required to strike the balance between pleasure and pain. Among the professors of the day none was more distinguished than Gorgias of Leontini, who came as an ambassador to Athens to obtain her aid against Syracuse before the great Sicilian war. His doctrines resulted in utter Nihilism. Nothing (he said) exists ; if anything existed, it could not be known ; and, even if it could be known, such knowledge could not be imparted. In this Dialogue he is the guest of Cal- licles, an accomplished Athenian gentleman ; and he is A. c. vol. xix. c 34 PLATO. pressed by Socrates to give an account of himself and his art. Rhetoric, replies Gorgias, is his art, and it is used by him and by others for the best of purposes namely, to give political freedom to all men, and political power to a few. Of course, like other arts, it is capable of abuse; but it is not the teacher's fault if his pupils, bike a boxer in the mere wan- tonness of strength, use their weapons injuriously or unfairly. Socrates (who seems to consider Sophistry quite fair in war against a Sophist) uses a fallacy as gross as any of those which he himself exposes in the " Euthy- demus," and makes Gorgias contradict his previous as- sertion. The Rhetorician is asserted to have learned justice from his teacher granted ; he is therefore, ipso facto, a just man, and his art is equally just. How, then, can he act injuriously 1 Polus a young pupil of Gorgias who is sitting near, is indignant at what he rightly thinks an inten- tional misuse of words, and plunges into the discussion with all the impetuosity of youth. Socrates, he says, has no right to force such a plain contradiction in terms upon Gorgias nay, it is positive ill-breeding in him to do so. " Most excellent Polus," says Socrates, in his po- litest manner, " the chief object of our providing for ourselves friends and children is that when we grow old and begin to fail, a younger generation may be at hand to set us on our legs again in our words and ac- tions ; so now, if I and Gorgias are failing, we have you here, ready to be help to us, as you ought to be ; OORGIAS. 35 and I, for my part, promise to retract any mistake which you may think I have made on one condition." And this condition is that his answers must be brief. True, it is hard that Polus should be deprived of his freedom of speech, especially in Athens ; but it is harder still, says Socrates, for his hearers, to have to listen to long-winded arguments. Then Socrates gives his views on Ehetoric, which was the question they had started with. It is not, strictly speaking, an art at all, but, like cookery or music, is a mere routine for gratifying the senses, being, in fact, a part of flattery, and the shadow of a part of politics, and bearing the same relation to jus- tice that Sophistry bears to legislation.* In the course of his argument with Polus, Socrates makes two statements which sound to his audience like the wildest paradoxes truisms as they may ap- pear from a Christian point of view. It is better (he says) to suffer than to do a wrong ; and the evil-doer, though possessed of infinite wealth and power, must inevitably be miserable. Though all the world should be against him, he will maintain this to be the truth yes, and he will go a step further. The evil-doer who * The following table exhibits the respective places which Socrates considers Rhetoric and Sophistry to hold in the edu- cation of his day : Training. Real. Of B 0( ]y/ Gymnastics, with its shain counterpart, Cosmetics. I Medicine, ,, Cookery. OfMind( Law - making> * Judging, , , Sophistry. Rhetoric. 36 PL A TO. escapes the law, and lives on in his wickedness, is a more miserable man than he who suffers the reward of his crimes ; and though the tyrant or murderer may avoid his earthly judge, as a sick child avoids the doctor, still he carries about with him an incurable cancer in his soul. For his own part, Socrates would heap coals of fire upon the head of his enemy by let- ting him escape punishment. " If he has stolen a sum of money, let him keep it, and spend it on him and his, regardless of religion and justice ; and if he have done things worthy of death, let him not die, but rather be immortal in his wickedness." Callicles the shrewd man of the world is amazed to hear such doctrines, which, if put into practice, would, he thinks, turn society upside down. " Is your master really in earnest, or is he joking?" he asks Chserephon. " He speaks in profound earnest," is the reply. " Yes," says Socrates ; " and my words are but the echo of the voice of truth speaking within my breast." But Callicles is not to be imposed upon by such " brave words." Gorgias was too modest, and Polus too clumsy an opponent to point out an obvious fal- lacy. Socrates has been playing fast and loose with the words Custom and Nature, and has confounded two distinct things. To suffer wrong is better than to do wrong by Custom, but not by Nature. Con- ventional Justice is the refuge of the coward and the slave, and was invented by the weak in self- defence. Naturally, Might is Pdght GORGIAS. 37 " Tlie good old rule, the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can." Socrates is surely-not too old to learn a little common- sense. Philosophy, as a part of education, is a good thing, no doubt, to start with. But if a man carries it with him into later life, he becomes a useless and ridicu- lous member of society, at the mercy of any chance accuser ; hiding in holes and corners, and whispering to a few chosen youths, instead of standing forth boldly before the world, and making his mark in life. Socrates compliments Callicles on a frankness so rarely met with, but presses him as to the exact sense of " natural justice " i.e., the will of the stronger. By "stronger" Callicles explains that he means the wise and stout-hearted politician, who has the ambition and spirit and desires of a king ; and who, moreover, will not scruple to gratify them to the full. " Yes," says Callicles, emphatically, "luxury, intemperance, and licence, if they are duly supported, are happiness and virtue all the rest is a mere bauble, custom con- trary to nature, and nothing worth." Socrates, in his ownfashion, disproves these monstrous doctrines, and forces Callicles, though much against his will, to admit that pleasure and virtue are not always identical ; that really Virtue is, or should be, the end of all our actions ; that in the long-run the just and temperate man alone is happy ; and that he who leads a robber's life is abhorred by gods and men while upon earth, and goes down to Hades with his soul branded with the scars of his crimes. There must 38 PL A TO. come a day of judgment and retribution, \vhen each man shall receive the just reward of his deeds. Now I (concludes Socrates) am persuaded of the truth of these things, and I consider how I shall present my soul whole and undefiled before the Judge in that day. Re- nouncing the honours at which the world aims, I desire only to know the truth, and to live as well as I can, and, when the time comes, to die. And to the utmost of my power, I exhort all men to do the same. And in return for your exhortation of me, I exhort you also to take part in the great combat, which is the combat of life, and greater than every other earthly conflict. J. But in spite of his triumphant defence of Virtue, there is a bitter tone of isolation and loneliness in the last part of this Dialogue. " I, and I only, am left," Socrates seems to say like Elijah upon Carmel among ten thousand who know not the truth. My own generation will not hear me or believe me ; they will not even understand me ; and in the end I shall probably be accused as a physician might be arraigned by a pastry-cook before a jury of children ; and as I cannot refer to any pleasures which I have provided for the people, but can only appeal to my own blame- less life, any one may foresee the verdict. " Not, that I fear death " he says, with a noble scorn only the coward and the profligate need fear that. There is something nobler than mere ease and personal safety. "He who is truly a man, ought not to care much how long he lives ; he knows, as women say, that none can escape the day of destiny, and therefore is not too fond of life ; all that he leaves to heaven, and n IP PI AS. 39 thinks how he may best spend such term as is allotted him." THE "GREATER" AND "LESSER" HIPPIAS. Two short Dialogues ascribed to Plato on doubtful grounds have come down to us bearing the name of Hippias, who is the representative of the younger generation of Sophists, clever and accomplished, but, as we shall see, intolerably vain of his personal merits. "How is it," asks Socrates on meeting him, "that the wise and handsome Hippias has been so long away from Athens?" " Public business has taken up all my time," Hippias replies ; " for I am always singled out by my. country- men of Elis on any important occasion, as being the only man who can properly represent their city, and I have just been on an embassy to Sparta." "Lucky fellow!" says Socrates, "to combine such dignity and usefulness, and to get large sums from the youth in return for that knowledge which is more precious than any gold. But how was it that the wise men of old took no practical part in politics ? " " Because they had not the ability to combine public and private business, as we do now." " Ah, well," says Socrates, " I suppose wisdom has progressed, like everything else. Gorgias and Prodicus have, I know, made immense sums from their pupils ; but those old sages were too simple-minded to ask for payment, or make an exhibition of their knowledge. Nowadays, he is wisest who makes most money." " You would be astonished," says Hippias, " if you 40 PL A TO. knew what a fortune I have made. I got a hundred and fifty minae in Sicily alone, though Protagoras was there at the same time." "And where did you make most?" asks So- crates. " I suppose at Sparta, for you have been there oftenest." " No," says Hippias; " not a penny could I get from the Spartans, though they have plenty of money. Indeed they care little for Astronomy or Music, or any new sciences ; and as for Mathematics, they can hardly count. The only thing they cared about was Archaeo- logy the genealogies of their gods and heroes, and so forth ; and they were also greatly pleased with a lecture I gave in the form of advice from Nestor to Neoptole- mus on the choice of a profession." " By the way," says Socrates, suddenly, " there is one question which I want answered, and I have been waiting till I could find one of you wise men to tell me What is the Beautiful?" Hippias at first answers that a fair maiden is a beau- tiful thing; but Socrates shows that this is merely a relative term, and that compared with a goddess she would be ugly, just as the wisest man is an ape compared with a god. There must be some Form or Essence which makes a maiden or a lyre beautiful. It is not " gold " (as Hippias foolishly suggests), for then Phidias would have made Athene's face of gold instead of ivory : nor is it " the suitable," for that only causes things in their right place to appear beautiful, and does not really make them so. Nor, again, does the glowing description of a prosperous life according II IP PI AS. 41 to Greek ideas, which is the next definition volunteered, satisfy Socrates. " It is a beautiful thing, when a man has lived in health, wealth, and honour, to reach old age, and having buried his parents handsomely, to be buried splendidly by his descendants." * Such vague language tells us nothing. Again, Beauty is not " the useful," nor is it even " power for the production of good," for this would make goodness distinct from beauty. And lastly, Beauty is not simply " that which pleases our sight and hearing." And then by an argument more subtle than the occa- sion seems to require Socrates shows that the plea- sures from the other senses should not be excluded. Finally, the question is left unanswered, and Hippias expresses his dissatisfaction at these " shreds and par- ings of argument." A man (he thinks) should take a larger view of debate, and learn to make a telling speech in court, instead of wasting time on this minute criticism, which profits him nothing. No doubt, Socrates replies, his own doubts and difficulties, which some strange power compels him to make known, seem small and valueless to a wise man like Hippias. It has always been his unhappy destiny to seek and inquire, and be reviled by the world for doing so ; but this discipline must be endured, if the result is his own improvement. In any' case, this discussion has had one advantage, for it has taught him the truth of the old proverb, that " What is beautiful is difficult." * Whewell's Platonic Dialogues, ii. 101. 42 PLATO. In the Dialogue known as the " LESSEE " HIPPIAS, we again meet that philosopher, who has just deli- vered a lecture on Homer at Athens, and who boasts that he can talk on all subjects and answer all ques- tions that may be asked ; in fact, he is a professor of every science. Upon this, Socrates reminds him that on his last appearance at Olympia he had worn a tunic and embroidered girdle which he had -woven himself, and a ring which he had engraved with his own hand; and had brought with him a quantity of his own writings in verse and prose, and, more wonderful than all, an Art of Memory, which he had himself invented. The question on which Socrates wishes now to be enlightened by Hippias is the characters of the tAvo heroes of the Iliad and Odyssey. Hippias maintains that Achilles is nobler than Ulysses, as being straight- forward, and not mendacious. But Socrates objects to this ; the mendacious man is capable, intelligent, and wise : if a man cannot tell a lie on occasion, he shows his ignorance. Those who do wrong wilfully are better than those who do wrong through ignorance or against their will just as to be wilfully ungraceful is better than to be really awkward ; and as a good runner can run fast or slow, and a good archer hit or miss the mark when he chooses. Again, Socrates continues, if justice is a mental capacity, the more capable mind is the more just ; and such a mind, being competent to exercise itself in good or evil, will, if it does evil, do it willingly; EUTHYDEMUS. 43 and therefore the wilful wrong-doer is the good man. And with this gross paradox established by argu- ments as sophistical as any which Socrates has else- where exposed the Dialogue ends. He confesses himself to be puzzled and bewildered by the conclu- sion at which they have arrived ; but (he adds) it is no great wonder that a plain simple man like himself should be puzzled, if the great and wise Hippias is puzzled as well. ETJTHTDEMITS. Nowhere is Plato's humour more sustained than in this Dialogue, portions of which seem to have been written in a spirit of broad farce. The arrogance and self-conceit of the two principal personages, the mock humility of Socrates and the impatience of Ctesippus, form a contrast of character as amusing as a scene in a clever comedy. Euthydemus and Dionysodorus are introduced as two brothers, possessed, by their own account, of uni- versal genius able to use their swords and fight in armour masters, also, of legal fence, and professors of " wrangling " generally able and willing, moreover, to give lessons in speaking, pleading, and writing speeches. But all these accomplishments are now, as they frankly tell Socrates, matters of merely secondary consideration. " Indeed," I said, " if such occupations are regarded by you as secondary, what must the principal one be ? Tell me, I beseech you, what that noble study is." 44 PL A TO. " The teaching of virtue, Socrates," he replied, " is our principal occupation ; and we believe that we can impart it better and quicker than any man." " My God ! " I said, " and where did you learn that ? I always thought, as I was saying just now, that your chief accomplishment was the art of fighting in armour ; and this was what I used to say of you, for I remember that this was professed by you when you were here before. But now, if you really have the other knowledge, O forgive me : I address you as I would superior beings, and ask you to pardon the impiety of my former expressions. But are you quite sure about this, Dionysodorus and Euthydemus ? the promise is so vast, that a feeling of incredulity will creep in. " You may take our word, Socrates, for the fact." " Then I think you happier in having such a treasure than the great king is in the possession of his kingdom. And please to tell me whether you intend to exhibit this wisdom, or what you will do." " That is why we are come hither, Socrates ; and our purpose is not only to exhibit, but also to teach any one who likes to learn." J. A circle is formed, and young Cleinias, a grandson of Alcibiades, is selected as the victim to be improved by their logic, and is questioned accordingly as to his ideas of knowledge and ignorance. The poor youth is puzzled and confounded by their ingenious question- ing and contradicts himself almost immediately ; but Socrates good-naturedly reassures him by telling him that his tormentors are not really in earnest, and that their jests are merely a sort of prelude to graver mys- teries to which he will be presently admitted, as soon as he has learnt the correct use of terms. Then Socrates, with, the gracious permission of the two EUTHYDEMUS. 45 Sophists, gives an example of his own method, and by a series of easy questions elicits from Cleinias the admission that wisdom is the only good, that ignorance is evil, and that to become wise is at present his heart's desire. Then Euthydemus begins again. " So you want Cleinias to become wise, and he is not wise yet ? " Socrates admits this. " Then you want the boy to be no longer what he is that is, you want him to be done away with ? A nice set of friends you must all be ! " Socrates is amazed at this retort ; and Ctesippus, who is a warm friend of Cleinias, is most indignant, and calls the Sophists a pair of liars in plain language. To this Euthydemus replies that there is no such thing as a lie, and that contradiction is impossible. The dispute is growing warm, when Socrates interposes. There is no use, he says, in quarrelling about words ; if by " doing away with him " the strangers mean that they will make a new man out of Cleinias, by all means let them destroy the youth, and make him wise, and all of us with him. But if you young men do not like to trust yourselves with them, then, fiat experimentum, in corpore senis ; here I offer my old person to Dionysodorus : he may put me into the pot, like Medea the Colchian, kill me, pickle me, eat me, if he will only make me good. Ctesippus said : " And I, Socrates, am ready to commit myself to the strangers ; they may skin me alive, if they please (and I am pretty well skinned by them already), if only my skin is made at last, not like that of Marsyas, into a leathern bottle, but into a piece of virtue. And here is Dionyso- dorus fancying that I am angry with him, when I am 46 PL A TO. really not angry at all. I do but contradict him when he seems to me to be in the wrong ; and you must not con- found abuse and contradiction, O illustrious Dionysodorus; for they are quite different things." " Contradiction ! " said Dionysodorus ; " why, there never was such a thing." J. And then he proves in his own fashion that false- hood has no existence, and that a man must either say what is true or say nothing at all. One absurd paradox follows another ; and the two brothers venture on the most extravagant assertions. According to them, neither error nor ignorance are possible ; and they themselves have known all things from their birth dancing, carpentering, cobbling nay, the very number of the stars and sands ; till even Socrates loses patience, and Ctesippus cannot disguise his disgust at their effrontery. Several passages of arms take place, of which the following may serve as an instance : " You say," asks Euthydemus of Ctesippus, " that you have a dog ? " " Yes, a villain of a one," said Ctesippus. " And he has puppies 1 " " Yes, and they are very like himself." "And the dog is the father of them ] " " Yes," he said, " certainly." " And is he not yours ? " " To be sure he is." " Then he is a father, and he is yours ; ergo, he is your father, and the puppies are your brothers." " Let me ask you one little question more," said Dio- nysodorus, quickly interposing, in order that Ctesippus might not get in his word "you beat this dog?" EUTHYDEMUS. 47 Ctesippus said, laughing, " Indeed I do ; and I only wish that I could beat you instead of him." " Then you beat your father," he said. I should have had more reason to beat yours, said Ctesippus ; " what could he have been thinking of when he begat such wise sons ? Much good has this father of you and other curs got out of your wisdom." J. More arguments are advanced, in which the perver- sion of words is no less gross and palpable than in the passage above quoted even to the most illogical mind. The fallacies, indeed, are generally so transparent as hardly to require serious refutation. The bystanders, however, are represented as being marvellously pleased at the remarkable wit and ingenuity of the two brethren ; and Socrates professes to be overcome by this display of their powers of reasoning. He makes them a speech in which he gravely compliments them on their magnanimous disregard of all opinions besides their own, and their " kind and public-spirited denial of all differences, whether of white or black, good or evil." " But what appears to me to be more than all is, that this art and invention of yours is so admirably contrived that in a very short time it can be imparted to any one. I observe that Ctesippus learned to imitate you in no time. Now this quickness of attainment is an excellent thing ; but at the same time I would advise you not to have any more public entertainments there is a danger that men may undervalue an art which they have so easy an oppor- tunity of learning : the exhibition would be best of all, if the discussion were confined to your two selves ; but if there must be an audience, let him only be present who is will- ing to pay a handsome fee ; you should be careful of this 48 PL A TO. and if you are wise, you will also bid your disciples dis- course with no man but you and themselves. For only what is rare is valuable ; and water, which, as Pindar says, is the best of all things, is also the cheapest. And now I have only to request that you will receive Cleinias and me among your pupils." J. CHAPTEE III. SOCRATES AND HIS FRIENDS. SYMPOSIUM PII^EDIIUS APOLOGY CRITO PH^EDO. " There neither is, nor shall there ever be, any treatise of Plato. The opinions called by the name of Plato are those of Socrates in the days of his youthful vigour and glory." Plato, Ep. ii. 314 (Grote). SOCRATES, in whom, as we have seen, Plato thus merges his own personality, and who is the spokesman in nearly every Dialogue, was the son of a sculptor at Athens, and was born in the year B.C. 4G8. He left his father's workshop at an early age, and devoted himself to the task of public teaching, being, as he believed, specially commissioned by the gods to ques- tion and cross-examine all he met. Accordingly he might be found, day after day, in the workshops, in the public walks, in the market-place, or in the Palses- tra, hearing and asking questions ; careless where or when or with whom he talked. His personal ugliness about which he makes a joke himself in the " These- tetus " his thick lips, snub nose, and corpulent body, and besides this, his mean dress and bare feet, made him, perhaps, the most remarkable figure in Athens, especially when contrasted with the rich dresses and A. c. vol. xix. D 50 PLA TO. classic features of the youths who often followed him. Yet under that Silenus mask (as Alcibiades described it) was concealed the image of a god. None who had ever heard him speak could easily forget the steady gaze, the earnest .manner, and, above all, the impas- sioned words which made their hearts burn within them as they listened. Many youths would approach the circle which always formed whenever Socrates talked or argued, from mere curiosity or as a resource to pass away an hour ; and at first they would look with indifference or contempt on the mean and poorly- dressed figure in the centre ; but gradually their inte- rest was aroused, their attention grew fixed, and then their hearts beat faster, their eyes swam with tears, and their very souls were touched and thrilled by the voice of the charmer. They came again and again to listen ; and so by degrees that company of friends was formed, whose devotion and affection to their master is the best testimony to the magic power of his words. Among these followers might be found men of every shade of character the reckless and ambitious Critias, the sceptic Pyrrho, the pleasure-seeking Aristippus, "the madman" Apollodorus, and Euclid, who came constantly twenty miles from Megara, although a decree at that time existed that any Megarian found in Athens should be put to death. Above all, Alcibiades was a constant companion of Socrates ; and men wondered at the friendship between this strangely-assorted pair literally " Hyperion to a Satyr," the ugly barefooted philosopher, and the graceful youth, the idol of the rising generation, whose brilliant sayings were quoted, whose THE SYMPOSIUM. 51 wild escapades were laughed at, whose figure artists loved to model for their statues of Hermes, and whose very lisp became the fashion of the day. Surrounded "by flatterers and admirers, Alcibiades found one man who paid him no compliments, who cared nothing for his rank and accomplishments, yet whose words had the effect of exciting all that was noble in his nature. A strong attachment grew up between the two, and they shared the same tent, and messed together in the winter siege of Potidasa. Alcibiades himself tells us, in the Dialogue which follows, how easily Socrates bore the in- tense cold of those northern regions, and how, " with his bare feet on the ice, and in his ordinary dress, he marched better than any of the other soldiers who had their shoes on." His personal courage was also re- markable. On one occasion he saved Alcibiades' life at the risk of his own ; and in the disastrous retreat after the battle of Delium, we are told that, while all around him were hurrying in wild flight, he walked as unmoved " as if he were in the streets of Athens, stalking like a pelican, and rolling his eyes, while he calmly contemplated friends and foes." Though Socrates thus discharged his duties as a sol- dier, he only twice, in the course of his long life, took any prominent part in politics. The first occasion was when he opposed the unjust sentence of death passed by the assembly against the generals after the battle of Arginusae ; and again when, at the peril of his own life, he refused to obey the order of the Thirty Tyrants, and arrest an innocent man. The " divine voice," of which he speaks so frequently, and which interfered 52 PL A TO. and checked him at any important crisis of his life, had forbidden him to take part in the affairs of the state. He was, however, devoted to Athens; and except on military service, we are told that he never left the city walls. Two Thessalian princes once tried to tempt him, by lavish offers of money, to settle at their courts ; but he replied with noble independence that it did not become him to accept benefits which he could never hope to return, and that his bodily wants were few, for he could buy four measures of meal for an obolus at Athens, and there was excellent spring- water to be got there for nothing. One secret of the influence exercised by Socrates lay in his genial humour, and in his entire freedom from conventionality. He was not (he says himself) as other men are. He conversed in the open air with all chance-comers, rich and poor alike, instead of immur- ing himself in a lecture-room. He would take no pay, while the Sophists round him were realising fortunes. Instead of wasting time in the barren field of science, or wearying his hearers with the subtleties of rhetoric, he discussed the great practical questions of life and morality, and, as Cicero said, "brought down philo- sophy from heaven to earth." "What is Truth ? What is Virtue ? What is Justice 1 or, as he put it him- self, "All the good and evil that has befallen a man in his home," such were the subjects of his daily conver- sation. He was the first who openly asserted that " The proper study of mankind is man ;"- that is, man's nature and happiness, his virtues and THE SYMPOSIUM. 53 his vices, his place in creation, and the end and object of his life. In the defence which Plato puts into his mouth at his trial, Socrates gives an account 6f what he con- ceived to Toe his own mission. His friend Chserephon had asked the priestess of Delphi " if there was any man on earth wiser than Socrates'? " and the oracle had replied that there was none. Socrates then resolved himself to test the truth of this reply, and accordingly he had cross-examined statesmen, poets, philosophers, all, in short, who had the reputation of wisdom in their profession, and he had found that their pre- tended knowledge was only ignorance, that God alone was wise, that human wisdom was worthless, and that among men he was wisest who, like himself, " Professed " To know this only, that he nothing knew." * This was the great point of contrast between Socra- tes and those professors of universal knowledge, the Sophists. In their presence he always assumed the humble position of a man " intellectually bankrupt," who knows nothing, and who is seeking for informa- tion. He addresses some master of rhetoric or science with a modest and deferential air ; he will take it as an infinite obligation if the great man will condescend to relieve his doubts by answering a few easy questions on some (apparently) obvious question of morality; and, of course, the Sophist, to save his own reputa- tion, has no alternative but to comply. Then Socra- * Milton, Par. Reg., iv. 294. 54 PLATO. tes, like a skilful barrister, leads his unsuspecting victim on through a series of what seem innocent ques- tions, yet all bearing indirectly on the main point of the argument, tfll at last his opponent is landed in some gross absurdity or contradiction. This " irony " has been well termed " a logical masked battery," and is more or less a feature in every Dialogue of Plato. The humour, the genial temper, and the quiet self- possession of Socrates, must have made him a welcome guest in many houses; and in the Dialogue called " The Banquet " (SYMPOSIUM), we have a sketch of the philosopher " at home," joking with his friends, and en- tering into the humour of the hour ; and showing that, though he could abstain, he could also, if the occasion required it, drink as hard and as long as any reveller in Athens. A goodly company are assembled at Aga- thon's house. There is the host, a handsome young dilettante poet : there is Phsedrus, another young as- pirant in literature : there is Pausanias the historian, and Aristophanes the comic poet, apparently on the best of terms with the philosopher whom he had ridi- culed so unsparingly in the " Clouds : " there is a doctor, Eryximachus, genial and sociable, but " pro- fessional " throughout : there is Socrates himself, who has put on sandals for the occasion, and who comes late, having fallen into a trance on the way ; and lastly, there is his satellite Aristodernus, " the little nnshod disciple," who gives the history of this sup- per-party some time after to his friend Apollodorus. "When the meal is ended, and the due libations have been poured, and a hymn sung to the gods, Pausanias THE SYMPOSIUM. 55 proposes that instead of drinking and listening to the flute-girl's music (" she may play to herself," says the doctor, considerately, " or to the women inside, if she prefers it ") they shall pass a sober evening, and that each of the guests in turn shall make a speech in praise of Love hitherto a much-neglected deity. This prudent proposal is readily accepted by the company, many of whom have hardly recovered from the effects of the last night's carouse. Phsedrus accordingly begins, in a high-flown poetic style, and praises Love as being the best and oldest of the gods, and the source of happiness in life and death. It is Love (he says) that inspires such heroism as that of Alcestis, who died to save her husband's life, unlike that " cowardly harper " Orpheus, who went alive to Hades after his wife, and was justly punished afterwards for his impertinence. Love, again passing that of women inspired Achilles, who " foremost fighting fell " to avenge his friend Patro- clus, and was carried after death to the islands of the blest. Pausanias follows in the same vein, but distin- guishes between the ignoble and fleeting love of the body and the pure and lasting love of the soul. Aristophanes should properly have spoken next, " but either he had eaten too much, or from some other cause he had the hiccough." The doctor recommends him to drink some water, or, if that fails, to " ticklo his nose and sneeze ; " meanwhile he delivers his own speech from a medical point of view and shows how Love, like a good and great physician, reconciles 56 PL A TO. conflicting elements, and produces harmony both in the physical world and in mankind. Then Aristophanes (who has used the doctor's remedy) opens, as he says, a new line of argument, and gives a whimsical account of the origin of the sexes, which reads as if Plato meant it as a parody of his own myths. Once upon a time (he says) man had three sexes and a double nature : besides this, he was perfectly round, and had four hands and four feet, one head, with two faces looking opposite ways, set on a single neck. "When these creatures pleased, they could walk as men do now, but if they wanted to go faster, they would roll over and over with all their four legs in the air, like a tumbler turning somersaults ; and their pride and strength were such that they made open war upon the gods. Jupiter resented their in- solence, but hardly liked to kill them with thunder- bolts, as the gods would then lose their sacrifices. At last he hit upon a plan. " I will cut them in two," he said, " so that they shall walk on two legs instead of four. They will then be only half as insolent, but twice as numerous, and we shall get twice as many sacrifices." This was done, and the two halves are continually going about looking for one another;* and if we mortals (says Aristophanes, with a comic air of apprehension) are not obedient to the gods, there is * " He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such a she ; And she a fair divided excellence Whose fulness of perfection lies in him." Shakspeare, " King John." THE SYMPOSIUM. 57 a danger that we shall be split up again, and we shall have to go about in basso-relievo, like those figures with only half a nose which you may see sculptured on our columns. Agathon, the young tragic poet, then takes up the parable. Love is the best and fairest of the gods, walking in soft places, with a grace that is all his own, and nestling among the flowers of beauty. Again. Love is " the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the gods ; desired by those who have no part in him, and precious to those who have the better part in him ; parent of delicacy, luxury, desire, fondness, softness, grace ; careful of the good, uncareful of the evil. In every word, work, wish, fear pilot, helper, defender, saviour ; glory of gods and men." J. Lastly, Socrates tells them a story, which he has heard from Diotima, " a wise woman." Love is not in reality a god at all, but a spirit which spans the gulf between heaven and earth, carrying to the gods the prayers of men, and to men the commands of the gods. He is the child of Plenty and Poverty. Like his mother, he is always poor and in misery, without house or home to cover him ; like his father, " he is a hunter of men, and a bold intriguer, philoso- pher, enchanter, sorcerer, and sophist," hovering be- tween life and death, plenty and want, knowledge and ignorance. Love is something more than the desire of beauty ; it is the instinct of immortality in a mortal creature. Hence parents wish for children, who shall come after them, and take their place and preserve their 58 PL A TO. names ; and the poet and the warrior are inspired by the hope of a fame which shall live for ever. And Dio- tima (continues Socrates) unfolded to me greater myster- ies than these. He who has the instinct of true love, and can discern the relations of true beauty in every form, will go on from strength to strength until at last the vision is revealed to him of a single science, and he " will suddenly perceive a nature of wondrous beauty in the likeness of no human face or form, but ab- solute, simple, separate, and everlasting not clogged with the pollutions of mortality, and all the coloiirs and vanities of human life." The murmur of applause with which this speech is greeted has hardly died away, when a loud knocking is heard at the outer gate, and the voice of Alcibiades shouting for Agathon. Presently he staggers in, at the head of a troop of revellers, flushed with wine, and crowned with a wreath of ivy-leaves and violets. Though he is drunk already (as he tells the company), he orders one of the slaves to fill a huge wine-cooler " holding more than two quarts," which he drains, and then has it filled again for Socrates, who also empties it. " Why are they so silent and sober ? " Alcibiades asks ; and Agathon explains to him that they have all been making speeches in praise of Love, and that it will be his turn to speak next. Alcibiades readily assents; but instead of taking Love as his topic, he gives an account of his intercourse with Socrates. His face (he says) is like those masks of Silenus, which conceal the image of a god : he is as ugly as the satjT Marsyas; but, like Marsyas, he charms THE SYMPOSIUM. 59 the souls of all who hear him with the music of his words. " I myself am conscious" (Alcibiades continues) " that if I did not shut my ears against him, and fly from the voice of the charmer, he would enchain me until I grew old sitting at his feet. For he makes mo confess that I ought not to live as I do, neglecting the needs of my own soul, and occupying myself with the affairs of the Athenians ; therefore I stop my ears, and tear myself away from him. He is the only person who ever made me feel ashamed of myself a feeling which you might think was not in my nature, and there is no one else who has that effect on me. . . . And oftentimes I wish he were dead ; and yet I know that I should be much more sorry than glad, if he were to die." Then he goes on to tell some anecdotes of the tem- perance of Socrates, his endurance of fatigue, and his personal courage ; and he assures them, in conclusion, that they will never find any other man who in the least resembles this wonderful being. Again the doors are violently opened, and a fresh band of revellers enter. All is now confusion and uproar. Phsedrus, the physician, and some of the more sober spirits, wisely take their departure ; while the few who remain settle down to make a night of it. Aristodemus (who tells the story) falls asleep himself, and is only awakened by the cocks crowing at day- break. All the last night's party have gone, or are asleep on their couches in the room, except Agathon, Aristophanes, and Socrates. These three are still pass- ing a large wine -cup from one to the other; and Socrates is giving the two dramatists a lecture on their 60 PL A TO. own art, and proving to his own satisfaction that the genius of Tragedy and Comedy is the same. His hearers are much too sleepy to argue with or contra- dict him ; and at last the wine takes effect on Aris- tophanes, who drops under the table, where Agathon soon follows. Socrates puts them to sleep, and then goes tranquilly -on his way takes his bath at the Lyceum, and passes the day as usual. The following Dialogue, though its main purpose is an attack upon the popular passion for Rhetoric, is perhaps more interesting as a social picture : It is a hot summer afternoon, and Socrates meets young Phaedrus (who was one of the guests at Aga- thon's banquet) walking out for air and exercise be- yond the city walls, for he has been sitting since dawn listening to the famous rhetorician Lysias. Socrates banters him on his admiration for Lysias, and at last extorts from him the confession that he has the actual manuscript of the essay which he had heard read hidden under his cloak ; and, after some assumed reluctance, Phsedrus consents that they shall walk on to some quiet spot where they can read it together. So they turn aside from the highroad, and follow the stream of the Ilissus cooling their feet in the water as they walk until they reach a charming resting- place, shaded by a plane-tree, where the air is laden with the scents and sounds of summer, and the acjnus mstus, with its purple and white blossoms, is in full PHJSDRUS. 61 bloom ; while above them the cicalas are chirruping, and at their feet is the soft grass and the cool water, with images of the Xyrnphs who guard the spot. " My dear Phrcdrus," says Socrates, " you are an admirable guide." "You, Socrates, are such a stay-at-home, that you know nothing outside the city walls, and never take a country walk." " Very true," says Socrates ; " trees and fields tell me nothing : men are my teachers ; * but only tempt me with the chance of a discussion, and you may lead me all round Attica. Read on." And Phaedrus accord- ingly reads the formal and rhetorical essay to which he hacl been listening in the morning. It is on a somewhat wasted theme the advantages of a sober friendship, which lasts a lifetime, over the jealousies and torments caused by a spasmodic and fleeting love. Socrates, with an irony which even Phsedrus sees through, professes to be charmed with the balanced phrases and the harmonious cadence of the essay which lias just been read ; but he hints that, if he is allowed to use a few commonplaces, he too might add some- thing to what Lysias has said ; and then, inspired (as he says) by the genius loci, he delivers himself of a speech, denouncing, in a mock heroic style, the selfish infatuation and the wolf -like passion of the lover. Lut lie almost immediately pretends to be alarmed at * Socrates would have agreed on this point with Dr Johnson. " Sir, when you have seen one green field, you have seen all green fields. Sir, I like to look upon men. Let us walk down Cheapside." 62 PLATO. his own words ; for the divine monitor within tells him that he has insulted the majesty of Cupid, and forbids him to recross the brook until he has recanted his blasphemy. And so he does. He had previously said that the lover was mad; but this madness is, he explains, really akin to the inspiration of the prophet and Pythian priestess, or the frenzy of the poet, and is, in fact, the greatest blessing which heaven has given to men. And then he weaves his ideas of the origin of Love into a famous myth, which will be found elsewhere.* " I can fancy," says Socrates, laughingly, " that our friends the cicalas overhead are listening to our fine talk, and will carry a good report of us to their mis- tresses the Muses. For you must know that these little creatures were once human beings, long before the Muses were heard of; but, when the Muses came, they forgot to eat or drink in their exceeding love of song, and so died of hunger ; but now they sing on for ever, and hunger and thirst no more. Let us talk, then, instead of idling all the afternoon, or going to sleep like a couple of slaves or sheep at a fountain-side." Then follows a severe criticism on the Rhetoric of the day. Truth and accurate definition, says Socrates, are the two first requirements of good speaking ; but neither of these are necessarily found in an essay like that of Lysias : and rhetoric, though it undoubtedly influences the rising generation, has done little in the way of perfecting oratory, which depends rather on the natural genius of the speaker than on any rules of art ; * See p. 156. PHJEDRUS. 63 indeed, Pericles himself learnt more from Anaxa- goras than from the Rhetoricians. Writing, continues Socrates, is far inferior to speech. It is a spurious form of knowledge ; and Thamuz, the old king of Egypt, was right in denouncing letters as likely to spoil men's memories, and produce an unreal and evanescent learning. Letters, like paintings, "preserve a solemn silence, and have not a word to say for themselves ; " and, like hothouse plants, they come quickly to their bloom, and as quickly fa.de aAvay. " Nobler far," he says, " is the serious pursuit of the dialectician, who finds a congenial soil, and there with knowledge engrafts and sows words which are able to help themselves and him who planted them, and are not unfruitful, but have in them seeds which may bear fruit in other natures nurtured in other ways making the seed everlasting, and the possessors happy to the utmost extent of human happiness." * But severe as he is on ordinary Rhetoricians, he makes an exception in favour of Isocrates. Some divine instinct tells him that the temper of this young orator is cast in a finer mould than that of Lysias and his coterie ; and that some day, when he grows older, his genius will surpass all the speakers of his day. The heat of the day is now past, and the two friends prepare to depart ; but first Socrates offers a solemn prayer to the deities who guard this charming spot where they have been resting all the afternoon. " beloved Pan, and all ye gods whose dwelling is in * Jowett's Plato, i. 614. 64 PLATO. this place, grant me to be beautiful in soul, and all that I possess of outward things to be at peace with them within. Teach me to think wisdom the only riches. And give me so much wealth, and so much only, as a good ami holy man could manage or enjoy. Phsedrus, want we any- thing more ? For my prayer is finished.". Plued. " Pray that I may be even as yourself ; for the blessings of friends are common." * It was hardly possible that Socrates should be popu- lar puzzling and refuting all he met. " The world cannot make me out " (he says to Thesetetus), " there- fore they only say of me that I am an extremely strange being, who drive men to their wits' end." His passion for conversation in itself would annoy many ; and they probably regarded him as a garrulous and impertinent pedant, whom it was wise to avoid. "I hate this beggar who is eternally talking" (says Eupolis, the comedy-writer), " and who has debated every subject upon earth, except where to get his dinner." And often this vague feeling of dislike would grow into a strong personal hatred. For no man likes to be defeated on his own ground, or to be forced to confess himself ignorant of his favourite subject or theory, still less to be stulti- fied and made ridiculous before a crowd of bystanders. There were numbers who had suffered this humiliation from the unsparing " irony " of Socrates, and their col- lective enmity grew daily more formidable. Again, few who had seen the " Clouds " of Aristophanes acted some twenty years previously, had forgotten Socrates, as he appeared on the stage, dangling in a basket be- tween heaven and earth, the master of " the think- * Sewell's Dialogues of Plato, 199. APOLOGY. 65 ing-shop," who was ready to make, "for a considera- tion," the worse appear the better reason. And some probability had been given to this picture by the recent career of two of his friends probably at that time the most detested names in Athens Alcibiades, the selfish renegade, and Critias, the worst of the Thirty Tyrants. But after all, the great offence of Socrates (as Mr Grote points out *) was one which no society, ancient or mo- dern, ever forgives his disdain of conventionality, and his disregard of the sovereign power of Custom. As we shall see in the ' Dialogues of Search,' he questions and criticises, and often destroys, the orthodox com- monplaces of morality, handed down from father to son, and consecrated in the eyes of the Athenians by tradition, and by those mighty household goddesses, " Use and Wont " " Grey nurses, loving nothing new." Li short, Socrates is a " dissenter," who will maintain his right of private judgment, and will speak what his conscience tells him to be right though it be his own opinion against the world. Hence there grew up a widespread antipathy against this man who continually set at defiance the creed sanctioned by custom and society. This at length found its vent in the tablet of indictment, which was hung up one morning in the portico where such notices were displayed " Socrates is guilty of crime ; first, for not worshipping the gods, whom the city worships, but introducing new divini- * Plato, i. 250. A. c. vol. xix. E 66 PL A TO. ties of his own ; secondly, for corrupting the youth. The penalty due is Death." His three accusers were Anytus, a wealthy trades- man ; Meletus, an obscure poet ; and Lycon, a rhetori- cian. Socrates himself seems to have been little moved by the danger of his position, and to have hardly wished for an acquittal. He felt that he had done his work, and that " it was no wonder that the gods should deem it better for him to die now than to live longer." * I Certainly the tone of his Defence, as we have it from Plato, is more like a defiance than an apology ; and the speaker seems, as Cicero said, not BO much a suppliant or an accused person, as the lord and master of his judges.t He begins by disclaiming any resemblance to that Socrates whom they had seen on the stage the star- gazer and arch-Sophist for he knows nothing of science, and had never taken a fee for teaching. His life has been passed in trying to find a wiser man than himself, and in exposing self-conceit and pretentious ignorance. To this mission he has devoted himself, in spite of poverty and ill-repute. Next he turns upon Meletus, his accuser, and cross- examines him in open court. " How can you," he asks, " call me the corrupter of the youth, when then- fathers and brothers would bear witness that it is not so ? How can you call roe the worshipper of strange gods, when the heresies of Anaxagoras are declaimed on the stage, and sold in our streets ? " * Xen. Mem., IV. viii. 4. t Cic. de Orat, i. 54. APOLOGY. 67 Then he turns to the judges again. As for death, is it likely that one who has never shunned danger on the battle-field who dared to record his solitary vote at the trial of the generals, in defence of the innocent and in defiance of the popular clamour who had braved the anger of the Thirty Tyrants, is it likely that he would desert the post of duty now ? " Athenians ! " he says solemnly, " I both love and honour you ; but as long as I live and have the power, I shall never cease to seek the truth, and exhort you to follow it. For I seem to have been sent by God to rouse you from your lethargy, as you may see a gadfly stinging a strong and sluggish horse. Perhaps you will be angry at being thus awakened from your sleep. Shake me off, then, and take your rest, and sleep on for ever. I shall not try (as others have done) to move your pity by tears and prayers, or by the sight of my weeping children for Socrates is not as other men are ; and if," he concludes, " men of Athens, by force of persuasion or entreaty I could overpower your oaths, then I should indeed be teach- ing you to believe that there are no gods, and convict myself, in my own defence, of not believing in them. But that is not the case, for I do believe that there are gods, and in a far higher sense than that in which any of my accusers believe in them. And to you and to God I commit my cause, to be determined by you as is best, both for you and for me " J. It was not likely that any jury would be convinced by such a speech as this marked throughout by a " contempt of court " unparalleled in Athenian history ; and accordingly Socrates was found guilty on both counts of the indictment though by a majority of only five 68 PL A TO. votes out of some 550. It now remained for himself to propose (as was the custom in such trials at Athens) some counter-penalty in place of death. But now that he is a condemned criminal, his tone becomes even more lofty than before. Of right, he says, they should have honoured him as a public bene- factor, and have maintained him, like an Olympic victor, at the expense of the nation. For his own part, he would not even trouble himself to propose an alter- native penalty ; but as his friends wish it, and will raise the sum (for he is too poor himself), then a fine of thirty minse is what he will offer as the price of life. Such a sum (120) was plainly an utterly inade- quate fine from an Athenian point of view, consider- ing the gravity of the crimes of which he was accused, and that the utmost penalty of the law was the alter- native. The question is again put to the vote, and Socrates is condemned to death the majority this time being far larger than before. Then he makes his farewell address to his judges. They have condemned him because he would not con- descend to tears or entreaties ; and perhaps if he had done so he might have escaped. But on such terms he prefers death to life, and indeed it is good for him to die ; for death is either annihilation, where sense .and feeling are not, or it is a passage of the soul from this world to another. In either case, he will be at rest. He will sleep for ever without a dream ; or he will find in Hades better men, and a juster judgment, and truer judges, than he has found on earth; and APOLOGY. 69 there he will converse with Homer and Orpheus, and the great men of old ; questioning the heroic spirits whom he meets there, as has been his wont to ques- tion living men, and finding out who are wise and who are foolish below the earth. " What infinite delight," he concludes, " there would be in conversing with them and asking them questions ! For in that world they do not put a man to death for this, certainly not. For besides being happier hi that world than this, they will be immortal, if what is said is true. " Wherefore, O ye judges, be of good cheer about death, and know this of a truth that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death. He and his are not neglected by the gods ; nor has my own approaching end happened by mere chance. But I see clearly that to die and be released was better for me ; and therefore the oracle gave no sign. For which reason also I am not angry with my accusers or condemners ; they have done me no harm, though neither of them meant to do me any good ; and for this I may gently blame them. . . . " The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways I to die, and you to live. Which is better, God only knows." J. So ends this famous defence which Plato has put into his master's mouth ; and whether the substance of it was actually delivered or not, assuredly " few persons will be found to wish that Socrates should have de- fended himself otherwise." The account of his subse- quent imprisonment and death is given us in the two following Dialogues. 70 PLA TO. CRITO. Thirty days elapsed "before the sentence passed on Socrates could be carried into effect. Every year the Athenians sent a vessel on a pilgrimage to Delos, in memory of the preservation of their city in the days of Theseus ; and from the moment that the priest of Apollo crowned the vessel before it left the harbour, to the hour of its return, there intervened a holy season, during which the city might be polluted by no exe- cutions. Now it happened that the vessel sailed on the day that Socrates was condemned, and his exe- cution was accordingly deferred for a month. His friends daily assembled in his prison, and the long hours were passed in conversation on the usual subjects. One morning Crito com.es earlier than usual when it is hardly light and finds Socrates calmly sleeping. " Why have you come at this unusual time ? " asks Socrates on waking. " I bring sad news," is the reply ; " the sacred vessel has been seen off Cape Sunium on its way home, and will reach Athens by to-morrow." But Socrates is prepared for this. He has seen in a vision of the night " the likeness of a woman, fair and comely, clothed in white raiment, Avho called to him and said " Socrates, the third day hence to Pthia thou shalt go." He is inclined to be- lieve that the dream will prove true, and that on the third day he will be dead. Then Crito earnestly implores him to use the little time that is left in making his escape. Neither friends nor money will be wanting : the jailer can be bribed, CRITO. 71 and the mouths of the Informers stopped with gold. He will find a home ready for him in Thessaly, where he will "be loved and honoured. " It would be sheer folly," Crito continues, "to play into the hands of his enemies, and to leave his children outcasts on the world. If the sentence of death is carried out, it will be an absurd and miserable end of a trial which ought to have been brought to another issue." But Socrates has only one answer to these arguments, which might have persuaded any but himself. Would it be right or lawful for him to escape now ? Shall he who for half a century has been preaching obedience to the law, now, in the hour of trial, stultify the precepts of a lifetime 1 For all those years he has been enjoy- ing the privileges of citizenship and the blessings of a free state, and shall he now be tempted by the fear of death to break his tacit covenant with the laws, and turn his back upon his city " like a miserable slave " ? He can fancy the spirit of the laws themselves up- braiding him : " Listen, then, Socrates, to us who have brought you up. Think not of life and children first, and of justice after- wards, but of justice first, that you may be justified before the princeiTof the world below. For neither will you nor any that belong to you be happier or holier or juster in this life, or happier in another, if you do as Crito bids. Now, you depart in innocence, a sufferer and not a doer of evil ; a victim not of laws but of men. But if you go forth returning evil for evil and injury for injury, breaking the covenants and agreements which you have made with us, and wronging those whom you ought least to wrong that is to say, yourself, your friends, your country, and us we 72 PL A TO. shall be angry with you while you live, and our brethren, the laws in the world below, will receive you as an enemy, for they will know that you have done your best to destroy us. Listen, then, to us, and not to Crito." This is the voice which I seem to hear murmuring in my ears, like the sound of the flute in the ears of the mystic ; that voice, I say, is humming in my ears, and prevents me from hearing any other. And I know that anything more which you may say will be vain. Yet speak, if you have anything to say. Cr. I have nothing to say, Socrates. Soc. Then let me follow the intimations of the will of God.-J. Two days after this, his friends assemble at the prison-doors for the last time, somewhat earlier than usual. There is a short delay, for the sheriffs have come to take the chains off the prisoner preparatory to his death. The jailer soon admits them, and " on entering " (says Phsedo, who had been present himself) " we found Socrates just released from chains, and Xanthippe sitting by him holding his child in her arms. When she saw us, she uttered a cry and said, as women will, ' O Socrates, this is the last time that either you will converse with yoxir friends, or they with you !' Socrates turned to Crito and said, ' Crito, let some one take her home.' Some of Crito's people accordingly led her away, crying out and beating herself." J. Socrates then proceeds to talk in his usual easy manner. He has several times been told in dreams " to make music ; " and he has accordingly been turn- PH^EDO. 73 ing some fables of /Esop into verse. " Tell Evenus this," he says, " and bid him be of good cheer ; say that I would have him come after me, if he be a wise man, and not tarry ; and that to-day I am likely to be going, for the Athenians say I must." Then he con- siders the question " Why, in a case where death is better than life, a man should not hasten his own end 1 " He finds the answer to be, Because man is a prisoner, and has no right to release himself, being, in fact, a sort of possession of the gods, who will summon him at their pleasure.* "Then," says Cebes, one of the party, "the wise man will sorrow and the fool rejoice at leaving his masters the gods, and passing out of life." " JSTot so," is the reply; " for I am persuaded that I am going to other gods, who are wise and good, and also (I trust) to men departed, who are better than those I leave behind ; therefore I do not grieve, as otherwise I might, for I have good hope that there is yet some- thing awaiting the dead, and, as has been said of old, some far better lot for the good than for the wicked." He then explains the grounds 011 which he builds this hope of immortality. Death, he says, is the happy release of the soul from the body. In this life our highest and purest thoughts are distracted by cares and lusts, and diseases inherent in the flesh. He is wisest who keeps himself pure till the hour when the Deity Himself is pleased to release him. " Then shall * We may compare the argument used by Despair, and tlie answer of the Red Cross Knight, in Spenser (Fairy Queen, I. ix. 40, 41). 74 PLATO. the foolishness of the flesh be purged away, and we shall be pure, and hold converse with other pure souls, and recognise the pure light everywhere, which is none other than the light of truth." Hence the wise man leaves with joy a world where his higher and ethereal sense is trammelled by evil and impurity; and his whole life is but a preparation for death, or rather an initiation into the mysteries of the unseen world. Many, as they say, join the procession in such mys- teries ; but few are really chosen for initiation. . No fear that our souls will vanish like smoke, or that the dead sleep on for ever, like Endymion. Our souls are born again ; and as life passes into death, so, in the circle of nature, the dead must pass into life ; for if this were not so, all things must at last be swallowed up in death. Again, we have in our minds latent powers of thought ideas of beauty and equality which are not given us at our birth, and which we cannot have learnt from experience. Such knowledge is but the soul's recollection of a previous state of existence. " Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realised."* It is only the mortal part of us (Socrates continues) that dies when earth returns to earth. The pure soul, herself invisible, departs to the invisible world to the divine, the immortal, and the rational ; where she dwells in bliss, in company with the gods, released from the errors and follies of men, their fears, their * Wordsworth's Ocle on Immortality. PHMDO. 75 unruly passions, and all other evils of humanity. But the impure soul fears to go down to Hades, and haunts the earth for a time like a restless ghost.* Then, by a further train of reasoning, Socrates con- cludes that the soul is beyond all doubt immortal and imperishable. This being so, a graver question fol- lows " What manner of persons ought we ourselves to be 1 " " If death had been the end of all things, then the wicked would gain by dying ; for they would have been happily rid not of their bodies only, but of their own wickedness, together with their souls. But now, as the soul plainly appears to be immortal, no release or salvation from evil can be found except in the attainment of the highest virtue and wisdom. For the soul, on her journey to the world below, carries no- thing with her but her nurture and education." After death comes the judgment ; the guardian angel of each soul conducts her through the road with many windings that leads to the place where all are tried. After this the impure soul wanders without a guide in helpless misery, until a certain period is accomplished, and then she is borne away to her own place. But the pure soul, " arrayed in her proper jewels tem- perance, and justice, and courage, and nobility, and truth " dwells for ever in the glorious mansions re- served for the elect. * "Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp, Oft seen in charnel-vaults and sepulchres, Lingering, and sitting by a new-made grave, As loth to leave the body that it loved." Milton, "Comus,"470. 76 PL A TO. Thus Socrates ends his noLle profession of faith in a future life with him half instinct, half conviction. His " Non omnis moriar " has a triumphant ring about it ; and, like the swans to whom he compares himself, " who sing more joyously on the day of their death than they ever did before," he rejoices in the thought of his speedy release from life, and looks confidently beyond the grave. The evening is fast drawing on, and the shadows are lengthening on the Attic hills, when Crito asks him if he has any last directions to give about his children or about his burial. " Bury me in any way you like," says Socrates, with a touch of his old humour; " but be sure that you get hold of me, and that I don't run away from you." Then he turns to the others and says with a smile, " I cannot make Crito believe that I am the same Socrates who have been talking and conducting the argument. He fancies that I am the other Socrates whom he will soon see a dead body and he asks, ' How he shall bury me 1 ' You must all be my sureties to Crito, that I shall go away, and then he will sorrow less at my death, and not be grieved when he sees my body burned or buried." Then he takes his bath, and bids farewell to his wife and children ; and by this time the sun is low in the heavens, and the jailer comes in to tell him that his hour is come weeping himself as he utters the words. Soon the poison is brought. Socrates takes the cup, and "in the gentlest and easiest manner, without the least fear or change of colour or feature, looking at the man with PII^EDO. 77 all his eyes, Echecrates, as his manner was, took the cup and said, ' What do you say about making a libation out of this cup to any god ? May I, or not ? ' The man answered, '"We only prepare, Socrates, just so much as we deem enough.' ' I understand,' he said, ' yet I may and must pray to the gods to prosper my journey from this to the other world : may this, then, which is my prayer, be granted to me.' Then, holding the cup to his lips, quite readily and cheerfully he drank off the poison. And hitherto most of us had been able to control our sorrow ; but now when we saw him drinking, and saw too that he had finished the draught, we could no longer for- bear, and in spite of myself my own tears were flowing fast ; so that I covered my face and wept over myself, for cer- tainly I was not weeping over him, but in the thought of my own calamity in having lost such a companion. Nor was I the first ; for Crito, when he found himself unable to restrain his tears, had got up and moved away, and I fol- lowed ; and at that moment, Apollodorus, who had been weeping all the time, broke out into a loud cry which made cowards of us all. Socrates alone retained his calmness. ' What is this strange outcry ? ' he said. ' I sent away the women mainly in order that they might not offend in this way, for I have heard that a man should die in peace. Be quiet, then, and have patience.' When we heard that we were ashamed, and refrained our tears ; and he walked about until, as he said, his legs began to fail, and then he lay on his back, according to the directions, and the man who gave him the poison now and then looked at his feet and legs ; and after a while he pressed his foot hard, and asked him if he could feel, and he said ' No ; ' and then his leg, and so upwards and upwards, and showed us that he was cold and stiff. And he felt them himself, and said, ' When the poison reaches the heart, that will be the end.' He was beginning to feel cold about the groin, when he uncovered his face, for he had covered himself up, and said 78 PL A TO. (they were his last words), ' Crito, I owe a cock to Asclep- ius ; will you remember to pay the debt ? ' ' The debt shall be paid,' said Crito ; ' is there anything else ? ' There was no answer to this question ; but in a minute or two a movement was heard, and the attendants uncovered him ; his eyes were set, and Crito closed his eyes and mouth. Such was the end, Echecrates, of our friend, whom I may truly call the wisest and justest and best of all the men whom I have ever known." J, So ends the " Phaedo ; " and as we close the volume, we feel as though we too had lost a friend, so simply and yet so touchingly has every detail of that last scene in the prison been painted for us by a master- hand. Even across the lapse of centuries the picture rises before us distinct and lifelike, as it was to the mind of the writer who described it, the passionate grief of Apollodorus, the despair of Crito, the silent tears of Phaedo even the jailer weeping, and turning away his face and the composure meanwhile of the central figure of the group, talking cheerfully, and playing with Phaedo' s hair, who is sitting next him. We can well understand the mingled feelings of the spectators of the scene. 4< I could hardly believe " (says Phaedo, telling the story to Echecrates) " that I was present at the death of a friend, and therefore I did not pity him ; his mien and his language were so noble and fearless in the hour of death, that to me he appeared blessed. I thought that, in going to the other world, he could not be without a divine call, and that he would be happy, if any man ever was, when he arrived there; and therefore I did not pity him, as might seem natural at such a time. But P IMS DO. 79 neither could I feel the pleasure which I usually felt in philosophical discourse. I was pleased, and I was also pained, because I knew that he was soon to die ; and this strange mixture of feeling was shared by us all : we were laughing and weeping by turns, espe- cially the excitable Apollodorus." Cicero (who was by no means tender-hearted) de- clared that he could never read the " Phsedo " without tears ; and we all know the story of " the fair pupil of Ascham, who, while the horns were sounding and dogs in full cry, sat in the lonely oriel with eyes rivet- ed to that immortal page which tells how meekly and bravely the first martyr of intellectual liberty took the cup from his weeping jailer." ' * Macaulay's Essay on Lord Bacon. CHAPTEE IV. DIALOGUES OF SEARCH. LACHES CHARMIDES LYSIS MEXO EUTUYPHIIO CKATYLUS THE^TETUS. " Socrates used to ask questions, but did not answer them, for he pro- fessed not to know." Aristotle. IN the Dialogues which follow, we have the negative side of the teaching of Socrates strongly brought out. Both sides of the questions raised are fully argued by him, but no definite conclusion is arrived at. He never, indeed, assumes any attitude of authority. He is a searcher for truth, like the young men with whom he talks ; the only difference being that his search is more zealous and systematic than theirs. " We shall " (he says in the Thesetetus) " either find what Ave are looking for, or we shall get rid of the idea that we know what we really do not know. And we philo- sophers have plenty of leisure for our inquiries, for we are not tied down to time, like a barrister pleading in the hvw-courts, whose speech is measured by the clock." Socrates had begun, as he tells us, by cate- chising artisans and mechanics as to their arts and occupations (hence the constant allusions in the Dia- DIALOGUES OF SEARCH. 81 logues to mechanical employments shoemaking, swordmaking, and the like), and from them he had got clear and satisfactory answers. But he found that if he asked a man what was his real work or object in life, or what was the meaning of the moral terms so frequently in his mouth, he got only vague answers or contradictions. Hence the questions which he exam- ines in these ' Dialogues of Search' relate to the most familiar and obvious terms that meet us on the thresh- old of morality Holiness, Courage, Temperance, and other cardinal virtues qualities which many might possess themselves and easily recognise in others, but which they could not explain with any logical pre- cision. It is true that custom and tradition had given to these set phrases of morality a certain value and signi- ficance in the minds of those who used them ; but few had learned to define or analyse their full meaning, and Socrates was the first who brought them under a logical scrutiny examining their various uses, fixing their strict sense, and referring the individuals to their proper class, or, in the words of Aristotle, rallying the stragglers to the main body of the regiment. In his arguments with the Sophists, as we have seen, Socrates shows his opponents no law. He proves himself a bitter and determined antagonist turning where he can their own weapons against themselves, and leaving them to find out the fallacies in his state- ments ; nor will he listen to any long defence from them, for, as he tells Protagoras, he has a short memory, and expects definite categorical answers. But when talk- A. c. vol. xix. F 82 PL A TO. ing, as in these ' Dialogues of Search,' with some young noble of the rising generation, whose character is hardly formed and whose heart is still fresh and pure, the manner of Socrates entirely changes, and his voice softens ; he lays aside that terrible " irony " of his ; he adapts his questions to the youth's comprehen- sion, encourages and sympathises with his attempts to answer, and uses the easiest language and the homeliest illustrations to explain his meaning. "We may take first the Dialogue entitled LACHES, in which Courage the instinct of a child and the habit of a man is discussed. The speakers bear historical names. There is Lysimachus, the son of Aristides, and Melesios, son of Thucydides (not the historian, but a statesman contemporary with Themistocles); but the genius of the fathers has not in this ca$p been inherited by their sons, who are plain respectable citizens of Athens, and nothing more. They are conscious, how- ever, of their own degeneracy, and complain that their education had been neglected, and that their fathers had been so much engrossed in affairs of state as to have neither time nor inclination to act as tutors to their own children. " Both of us," says Lysimachus, " often talk to our boys about the many noble deeds which our fathers did in war and peace but neither of us has any deeds of his own which he can show. Xow we are somewhat ashamed of this contrast being seen by them, and we blame our fathers for letting us be spoiled in the days of our youth when they were oc- cupied with the concerns of others ; and this we point out to the lads, and tell them that they will not grow LACHES. 83 up to honour, if they are rebellious and take no pains about themselves ; but that if they take pains they may become worthy perhaps of the names they bear." (The tAvo youths, as was often the case, had been named after their grandfathers, Aristides and Thucy- dides.) In their doubt as to the best means of carrying out these good intentions, the two fathers come to Laches and Nicias both distinguished generals and statesmen and ask their advice in the matter ; more especi- ally as to whether the lessons of a certain swordsman, who has just been going through a trial of arms, are likely to be of use. The veterans discuss the merits of this new style of fencing, just as two officers now might criticise the last improved rifle. Mcias is much in favour of the youths learning it, as it will usefully occupy their spare time, will be of real service in war, and will set them up and give them a military air and carriage. But Laches has no opinion of this new- fangled invention, and thinks that if it had been worth anything, the Spartans, the first military power in Greece, would have adopted it. He had indeed him- self once been witness of a ridiculous scene in which this very swordsman had left his last invention a spear with a billhook at the end of it sticking fast in the rigging of the enemy's vessel, and was laughed at by friends and foes. " No," says Laches, " let us have simplicity in all things in war as well as music : but these young men must learn something ; so let us appeal to Socrates, my old comrade in the battle-field, who has much experience of youth." 84 PL A TO. Socrates, thus appealed to, joins in the discussion. His opinion is that they should find some wise teacher, not so much with a view to lessons in arms, as to a general education of the mind. For no trilling ques- tion, he says, is at issue. They are risking the most precious of earthly possessions their children, upon whose turning out well or ill depends the welfare of the house. For his own part, he knows nothing of the matter. He is neither professor nor inventor himself, and is too poor to pay fees to the Sophists. Kicias and Laches are wealthier and wiser men than he ; and he will gladly abide by their decision. But why do their opinions differ 1 ? Nicias thinks they will be drawn into a Socratic argument, as usual, but is very willing to go through an examination ; and Laches, though not fond of arguing as a rule, is very ready to listen when the man is in harmony with his words, and willing there- fore to be taught by Socrates, whom he knows as not merely a talker, but a doer of brave deeds. Socrates thinks it will be better to consider, not so much the question of who are the teachers, as what they profess to teach, namely, Virtue, or more espe- cially that part of it which most concerns them at present Courage. Then, by a series of questions, he limits the vague definition first given by Laches, and proves to him that there may be other forms of courage as noble as that of the soldier who stands his ground in battle such as the endurance of pain, or poverty, or reproach ; and it generally seems to be a certain wise strength of mind, the intelligent and CIIARMIDES. 85 reasonable fortitude of a man who foresees coming evil and can calculate the consequences of his acts, and is very different from the fearless courage of a child, or the insensate fury of a wild beast. But then the man who has this knowledge of good and evil, im- plied in the possession of real courage, must have also temperance and justice, and in fact all the virtues ; and this would contradict the starting-point of their discussion, in which they agreed that courage was only a part of virtue. " No," Socrates concludes ; "we shall have to leave off where we began, and courage must still be to us an unknown quantity. We must go to school again ourselves, and make the education of these boys our own education." The introduction to the CHARMIDES is another speci- men of that dramatic description in which Plato excelled. " Yesterday evening," says Socrates, " I came back from the camp at Potidsea ; and having been a good while away, I thought I would go and look in at my old haunts. So I went into the Palaestra of Taureas, and there I found a number of persons, most of whom I knew, though not all. My visit was unexpected, and as soon as they saw me coming in they hailed me at once from all sides ; and Chaerephon (who is a kind of lunatic, you know) jumped up and rushed to me, seizing my hand and exclaiming, " How did you escape, Socrates'?" (I must explain that a battle had taken place at Potidaea not long before we left, the news of which had only just reached Athens.) 86 PL A TO. " You see," I replied, " that here I am." " The report was," said he, " that the fighting was very severe, and that several of our acquaintance had fallen." " That was too nearly the truth," replied I. " I suppose you were there ? " said he. " I was." " Then sit down and tell us the whole story." J. So Socrates sits down between Chserephon and Critias, and answers their eager inquiries after absent friends. Then there enters a group of youths, laugh- ing and talking noisily, and among them is Charmides, a cousin of Critias, tall and handsome, and (so say his friends) "as fair and good within as he is without." He conies and sits near Socrates, who professes to know a charm that will cure a headache of which he has been complaining. This charm is a talisman given to Socrates (as he tells Charmides) by Zamolxis, phy- sician to the king of Thrace ; but which he is only allowed to use on the condition of his never attempt- ing to cure the body without first curing the soul, and then temperance in the one will produce health in the other. But the question is, " What is Temperance ? " It is not always what Charmides understands by it, the quietness of a gentleman who is never flurried and never noisy; nor is it exactly modesty, though very like it ; nor is it (as Critias defines it) " doing one's own busi- ness," even though our work as men be nobly and usefully done. Nor, again, is it true that the golden characters on the gates of Delphi, " Know thyself," simply meant, " Be temperate ; " nor is it a " science of sciences," as Critias again explains it or rather, the knowledge of what a man knows and does not know. CHARMIDEX. 87 All knowledge is relative, and must have some object- matter ; and such, a universal knowledge as Critias would imply by temperance would in no way conduce to our happiness. Finally, Socrates confesses himself puzzled and baffled. They are no nearer the truth than at start- ing ; and the argument, so to speak, " turns round and laughs in their faces." He is sorry that Char- mides has learnt so little from him ; " and still more," he concludes " am I grieved about the charm which I learned with so much pain and to so little profit from the Thracian, for the sake of a thing which is nothing worth. I think, indeed, that there is a mistake, and that I must be a bad inquirer ; for I am persuaded that wisdom or temperance is really a great good ; and happy are you if you possess that good. And therefore examine yourself, and see whether you have this gift, and can do without the charm ; for if you can, I would rather advise you to regard me simply as a fool who is never able to reason out anything ; and to rest assured that the more wise and temperate you are, the happier you will be." Charmides said : " I am sure t do not know, Socrates, whether I have or have not this gift of wisdom and tem- perance ; for how can I know whether I have that, the very nature of which even you and Critias, as you say, are unable to discover I (not that I believe you.) And further, I am sure, Socrates, that I do need the charm ; and, so far as I am concerned, I shall be willing to be charmed by you daily, until you say I have had enough." " Very good, Charmides," said Critias ; " if you do this I shall have a proof of your temperance that is, if you allow yourself to be charmed by Socrates, and never desert him at all." 88 PLA TO. 11 You may depend on my following and not deserting him," said Charmides. " If you who are my guardian command me, I should be very wrong not to obey you." " Well, I do command you," he said. " Then I will do as you say, and begin this very day." J. In the LYSIS, the scene is again a Palaestra, near a school kept by Micon, a friend of Socrates. It is a half-holiday (like a saint's day in some of our public schools) in honour of the god Hermes ; and the boys are scattered round the courtyard, some wrestling, some playing at dice, and others looking on. Among these last is Lysis, of noble birth and of high promise, with his friend Menexenus. Socrates professes him- self charmed at the attachment of the two boys, and calls them very fortunate. All people, he says, have their different objects of ambition horses, dogs, money, honour, as the case may be ; but for his own part he would rather have a good friend than all these put together. It is what he has longed for all his life, and here is Lysis already supplied. " But," he asks, " what is Friendship, and who is a friend ?" Is it sympathy is it, as the poets say, that " the gods draw like to like " by some mysterious affinity of souls ? In that case, the bad man can be no one's friend ; for he is not always even like himself much less like any one else ; while the good man is self- sufficing, and therefore has no need of friends. Is not Difference rather the principle ? Are not unlike char- acters attracted by a sense of dependence, and do not the weak thus love the strong, and the poor the rich ? LYSIS. 89 But this cannot be so always, for then by this very law of contraries the good would love the bad, and the just the unjust. No there must be a stage of in- difference, between these two ; Avhen one whose char- acter is hardly formed who is neither good nor bad courts the society of the good, from some vague desire of improvement. But Socrates is not satisfied yet. He thinks there must be some final principle or first cause of friend- ship which they have uot discovered: "ant? here," he says, " I was going to invite the opinion of some older person, when suddenly we were interrupted by the tutors of Lysis and Meiiexenus, who came upon us like an evil apparition with their brothers, and bade them go home, as it was getting late. At first we and the bystanders drove them off, but afterwards, as they would not mind, and only went on shouting in their barbarous dialect, and got angry, and kept calling the boys (they appeared to us to have been drinking rather too much at the Herma3a, which made them difficult to manage), we fairly gave way, and broke up the company. I said, however, a few words to the boys at parting. O Menexenus and Lysis, will not the bystand- ers go away and say, ' Here is a jest : you two boys, and I, an old boy, who would fain be one of you, imagine ourselves to be friends, and we have not as yet been able to discover what is a friend ! ' " J. Aristotle devotes two books of his " Ethics " to this much-debated question of Friendship always roman- tic and interesting from a Greek point of view. He looks upon- it in a political light, as filling up the void left by Justice in the state ; and he traces its appear- 90 PL A TO. ance in different forms in different governments. It is an extension of " Self-Love " very different from Selfishness, for a good man (he says) will give up honour and life and lands for his friend's sake, and yet reserve to himself something still more excellent the glory of a noble deed.* But Aristotle can, no more than Plato, give the precise grounds for any friendship, except that it should not be based on pleasure or utility ; and we are told of his saying more than once to his pupils, " my friends, there is no friend ! " Perhaps, after all, Montaigne was right friendship is inexplicable ; and the only reason that can be given for liking such a person is the one given by him, " Because it was he, because it was I." The MENO of Plato, introduced in the Dialogue which bears his name, is a very different character from the Meno of history a traitor who did his best to embarrass the retreat of the Ten Thousand Greeks. Plato represents him as a "Thessalian Alcibiades" a rich young noble, the devoted pupil of the Sophists. He meets Socrates, and abruptly asks him the old question, whether Virtue can be taught ; and Socrates, as usual, "professes' ignorance. He is not a Gorgias, that he can answer such a question offhand " in the grand style." He does not even know what Virtue is, much less who are its teachers : and he adds, with mock humility, that there is a singular dearth of wisdom at Athens just now, for the rhetoricians have carried it all away with them to Thrace. Perhaps Meno will * Ethics, viii, ix. MENO. 91 kindly enlighten him with the opinions of Gorgias on this difficult question ? Yes, Meno will tell him. Every age and condition of life has its special virtue. A man's virtue is states- manship, in which he will guard his own and his country's interests ; while " a woman's virtue is to order her house and keep what is within doors, and obey her husband ; " a stay-at-home view of her duties which would find little favour with the modern advo- cates of female suffrage. But surely, objects Socrates, justice and temperance are needed by all ages and professions. Must there not be some one common element pervading these separate virtues, which are merely individuals of a class, like colours and figures? Virtue, like health, must be a common quality, though it may take various forms. Meno then comes to understand that a definition is what is wanted, and accordingly quotes one from the poets. " Virtue is the desire of the honourable, and the power of getting it." But Socrates is not satisfied with this. You must, he says, get what is honourable with justice (or it would not be virtuous); and justice is a part of virtue. Meno is puzzled by this, and complains that Socrates is a wizard, and has bewitched him. His arguments are like the shock of the torpedo they benumb and stupefy. But Socrates declares that he is just as much perplexed himself; he is ready, indeed, to search for the truth, but he knows no more what the truth is than Meno does. 92 PL A TO. " How then" (says Meno, acutely) " can you search for that of which you know nothing ; and how, even if you find it, can you be sure that you have got it ? " This difficulty Socrates explains by that famous doctrine of Reminiscence, which is so important a principle in the Platonic philosophy. The soul (as the poets say) is immortal, and is continually dying and being born again passing from one body to another. During these stages of existence, in Hades and in the upper world, it has seen and learnt all things, but has forgotten the greater part of its .know- ledge. It is capable, however, of reviving by asso- ciation all that it has learnt for all nature is akin, and all knowledge and learning is only reminiscence. Socrates then proves his theory by cross-examining a boy one of Meno's slaves who gives the successive stages of a problem in geometry ; and this implies that the knowledge was already latent in his mind. Then Socrates goes on to show that knowledge is the distinctive element of virtue, without which all good gifts, such as health, or beauty, or strength, are unprofitable because not rightly used ; and if virtue he knowledge, it cannot come by nature, but must be taught. " But who are its teachers 1 " he asks, appealing to one of the company, Anytus, afterwards his own accuser : for he has failed, hitherto, to find them. " Shall Meno go to the Sophists the professed teachers of all Greece ? " " Heaven forbid ! " answers Anytus ; " the Sophists are the corrupters of our nation. The real teachers are EUTHYPHRO. 93 the good old Athenian gentlemen, and the statesmen of a past age." But this Socrates will not allow. These great statesmen never imparted their own wisdom to their sons, and yet they surely would have done so had it been possible. Anytus is indignant that his heroes should be so lightly spoken of, and angrily bids Socrates be careful of his words, and remember that it is easier to do men harm in Athens than to do them good. Still the original question has not been answered, " Is Virtue teachable ? " and Socrates inclines to think it " a gift from heaven," and that it may be directed by another faculty, practically as useful as knowledge, namely, " right opinion ; " and this is a sort of divine instinct possessed by statesmen, but which they cannot impart to others. The higher form of virtue the ideal knowlege is possessed by none ; and if a man could be found both possessing it and able to impart it, he would be like Tiresias, as Ulysses saw him in Hades, who alone had understanding in the midst of a world of shadows. EUTHYPHRO. This Dialogue carries us back to the days when the trial of Socrates was still impending. One morning the philosopher meets the augur Euthyphro at the entrance of the law-courts. " What are you doing here ? " asks the augur. " I am defendant," Socrates answers, " in a suit which a 94 PLA TO, young man named Meletus has brought against me on a charge of corrupting the youth ; and you 1 " " I am prosecuting my father for murder," is the startling reply of Euthyphro ; and then he proceeds to tell the story. A man employed on his father's estate, in the island of Naxos, had killed a fellow- slave in a drunken quarrel ; and his father had bound the offender hand and foot, and thrown him into a ditch, while he sent to inquire of a diviner at Athens what he should do with him. But long before the mes- senger could return, the unfortunate slave had died of cold and hunger ; and Euthyphro had felt it his duty to prosecute his father for murder. " My friends," says he, " call me impious and a madman for so doing ; but I know better than they do in what true filial piety consists." " And what is Piety 1 " asks Socrates ; " the know- ledge may be of use to me in my approaching trial." " Doing as I am doing now," replies the other, in the true spirit of a Pharisee " bringing a murderer to justice without respect of persons, and following the example set by the gods themselves." But (asks Socrates again) what is the specific character of piety? for there must be other pious acts besides prosecuting one's father, and the gods may disagree as to questions of right and wrong. Even suppose they all agree in loving a certain act, the fact of their loving it would not make it pious. Then Euthyphro defines piety to be that branch of justice which chiefly concerns the gods ; and that EUTHYPHRO. 95 man, he says, is most pious who knows best how to propitiate their favour by prayer and sacrifice. Thus piety becomes a sort of business transaction, on the mutual benefit system, between gods and men ; where worldly prosperity is bestowed on one side, and honour and gratitude are rendered on the other. But Socrates is not satisfied. They have, he says, been arguing in a circle, and have got back to the de- finition they before rejected that piety is " what is dear to the gods:" for the honour we thus pay to them by prayer and sacrifice is most dear to them. So they must again seek for the true answer ; and Euthy- phro must tell him, for if any man knows the nature of piety, it is evidently he. But Euthyphro is in a hurry, and cannot stay. " If Socrates had thought like Euthyphro, he might have died in his bed." Such is the moral M. Cousin * draws from this Dialogue ; and undoubtedly the sub- sequent impeachment of the philosopher might be attributed in part to the enmity of the Athenian priesthood always jealous and intolerant of any new form of faith. Here the contrast is (as Plato probably meant it to be) a striking one between the augur Euthyphro perfect in the letter of the law, but whose consistent "piety" is impelling him to be a parricide and Socrates, even now about to be indicted for worshipping strange gods, yet proving a self-de- voted martyr who refuses to save his life by tamper- ing with his conscience, and who dies rather than * Fragm. de Philos. Anc., 117. 96 PLATO. break the law by attempting to escape, when escape was easy. CRATYLUS. Tliis Dialogue turns entirely upon etymology, and hence it is extremely difficult to reproduce it in a modern form, as continual reference is made to Greek nouns and names. The humour is so extravagant and sustained, and the derivations, which Socrates gravely propounds, are often so fanciful and far-fetched, that Mr Jowett thinks Plato intended the Cratylus as a satire upon the false and specious philology of the day ; but that the meaning of his satire (as is often the case) has " slept in the ear of posterity." Cratylus, an admirer of Heraclitus, has been arguing about names with Hermogenes a younger brother of the rich Callias, whom we have met before as the hospitable entertainer of Protagoras and his brother Sophists. Hermogenes maintains that names are merely conventional signs, which can be given or taken away at pleasure ; and that any name which you choose to give anything is correct until you change it : while Cratylus holds that names are real and natural expressions of thought, or else they would be mere inarticulate sounds ; and that all truth comes from language. They invite Socrates, who has just joined them, to give his opinion. " Alas ! " says Socrates, regretfully, " if I could only have afforded to attend that fifty-drachma course of lectures given by the great Prodicus, who advertised them as a complete education in grammar and language, I could have told you all CRATYLUS. 97 about it; but I was only able to attend the single- drachma course, and know as little of this difficult question as you. Still, I should like a free discussion on the subject." We cannot (he goes on) accept Hermogenes' prin- ciple, that each man has a private right of nomencla- ture : for if anybody might name anything, and give it as many names as he liked, all meaning and distinc- tion of terms would soon perish there being as much truth and falsehood implied in words as in sentences. No, speaking and naming, like any other art, should be done in the right way, with the right instrument, and by the right man in the right place. " This giving of names," he continues, " is no such light matter as you fancy, or the work of chance persons; and Cratylus is right in saying that things have names by nature, and that not every man is an artificer of names, but he only who looks to the thing which each name by nature has, and is, will be able to express the ideal forms of things in letters and syllables." It is the law that gives names through the legislator, who is advised in his work by the Dialectician, who alone knows the right use of names, and who can ask and answer questions properly. The Sophists profess to teach you the correctness of names ; but if you think lightly of them, turn to the poets. In Homer you will find that the same thing is called differently by gods and men for instance, the river which the gods call Xanthus, men call Scamander ; and there ia a solemn and mysterious truth in this, for of course the gods must be right. A. c. vol. xix. o 98 PLATO. And so with the two names that Hector's son went by Astyanax and Scamandrius which did Homer think correct ? Clearly, the name given by the men, who are always wiser than the women. This is another great truth ; and besides, in this case, there is a curious coincidence, for the names of the father and son thoiigh having only one letter (t) the same mean the same thing Hector being "holder," and Astyanax " defender," of the city. The mere difference of sylla- bles matters nothing, if the same sense is retained.* All these old heroic names, continues Socrates, carry their history with them ; and, if you analyse them properly, you learn the character of the men or gods who bore them. Atreus is " the stubborn " or " de- structive ; " Orestes, the wild " mountain ranger ; " Zeus himself, the lord of " life " and so on with the other personages in Hesiod's genealogy. Hermogenes is startled by these derivations, and thinks Socrates must be inspired his language is so oracular. " Yes," says Socrates, " and I caught this inspira- tion from the great Euthyphro, with whom I have been since daybreak, listening while he declaimed; his divine wisdom has so filled my ears and possessed my soul, that to-day I will give myself up to this mys- terious influence, and examine fully the history of names ; to-morrow I will go to some priest or sophist, and be purified of this strange bewitchment." Sometimes, he continues, we must change and shift the letters to get at the real form of the word : thus * So says Fluellen ; they " are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations." Henry V., act iv. sc. 7. CRATYLUS. 99 soma, " body," is the same as sema, " tomb " mean- ing the grave in which our soul is buried, or perhaps kept safe, as in a prison, till the last penalty is paid. So also Pluto is the same as Plutus, and means the giver of riches, for all wealth comes from the world below, where he is king. It is true that we use his name as a euphemism for Hades, but we do so wrongly, for there is really nothing terrible connected with that word. It does not mean the awful "unseen" world, as people think ; but Pluto is called Hades because he knows (eidenai) all goodness and beauty, and thus binds all who come to him by the strongest chains stronger than those of Father Time himself. And so these other awful names, such as Persephatta and Apollo, have really nothing terrible about them, if you examine their derivation. But Socrates will have no more discussion about the gods he is " afraid of them." " Only one more god," pleads Hermogenes. " I should like to know about Hermes, of whom I am said not to be a true son. Let us make him out, and then I shall know if there is anything in what Cratylus says." " I should imagine," says Socrates, " that the name Hermes has to do with speech, and signifies that he is the interpreter, or messenger, or thief, or liar, or bargainer ; language has a great deal to say to all that sort of thing ; and, as I was telling you, the word eirein is expressive of the use of speech, and we have improved eiremes into Hermes." " Then I am very sure," says Hermogenes, in a tone of conviction, " that Cratylus was quite right in saying that I was no true son of Hermes, for I am not a good hand at speeches." J. 100 PLATO. Then Socrates examines the names of the various elements, virtues, and moral qualities, most of which he derives in a manner that would shock a modern philologist. Some of them, he says truly, have a foreign origin, inasmuch as the Greek borrowed many Avords from the Barbarians ; " for the Barbarians are older than we are, and the original form of words may have been lost in the lapse of ages." The word dihaion "justice " says Socrates, has greatly puzzled him. Some one had told him, as a great mystery, that the word was the same as diaion the subtle and penetrating power that enters into everything in crea- tion ; and when he inquired further, he was told that Justice was the Sun, the piercing or burning element in nature. But when he quotes this beautiful notion with great glee to a friend, he is met by the satirical answer " What ! is there then no justice in the world when the sun goes down?" And when Socrates begs his friend to tell him his own honest opinion, he says, "Fire in the abstract ;" which is not very intelligible. Another says, " No, not fire in the abstract, but the abstrac- tion of heat in fire." A third professes to laugh at this, and says, with Anaxagoras, that Justice is Mind; for Mind, they say, has absolute power, and mixes with nothing, and governs all things, and permeates all things. At last, he says, he found himself in greater perplexity as to the nature of Justice than when he began his inquiry. Then follow other derivations, more extravagant than any which we have noticed ; but Socrates con- cludes with a long passage of serious etymology. "We THE^TETUS. 101 should get at primary names (he says), and separate the letters, which have all a distinct meaning thus I expresses " smoothness," r " motion," a " size," and e "length." When we have fixed their meaning, we ean form them into syllables and words ; and add and subtract until we get a good and true image of the idea we intend to express. Of course there are degrees of accuracy in this process, where nature is helped out by custom ; and a name, like a picture, may be a more or less perfect likeness of a person or thought. Great truths may be learned through names ; bxit there are higher forms of knowledge, which can only be learnt from the ideas themselves, of which our words are but faint impressions ; and " no man of sense will put himself or his education in the power of names," or believe that the world is in a perpetual flux and tran- sition, " like a leaky vessel." And with this parting blow at Heraclitus, the Dialogue, with its mixture of truth and- fiction, of jest and earnest, comes to an end. But, wild and fanciful as many of the derivations un- doubtedly are, it must still be admitted that " the guesses of Plato are better than all the other theories of the ancients respecting language put together."* THEJETETUS. Euclid (not the mathematician, but the philosopher of that name) meets his friend Terpsion at the door of his own house in Megara ; and their conversation hap- pens to turn upon Theaetetus, whom Euclid has just seen carried up towards Athens, almost dead of dysen- * Jowett's Plato, i. 620 102 PLATO. tery, and of the wounds he had received in the battle of Corinth. " What a gallant fellow he was, and what a loss he will be ! " says Terpsion ; and then Euclid remembers how Socrates had prophesied great things of him in his youth, and had proved as he always did a true prophet ; for Theaetetus had more than ful- filled the promise of his early years. Euclid had taken careful notes of a discussion between Socrates and the young Thesetetus in days gone by, and this paper is now read by a servant for the benefit of Terpsion. As Socrates said, Thesetetus was " a reflection of his own ugly self," both in person and character. Snub- nosed, and with projecting eyes, brave and patient, slow and sure in the pursuit of knowledge, " full of gentleness, and always making progress, like a noiseless river of oil." His answers in the Dialogue bear out this character : they are invariably shrewd and to the point, -and would have done credit (says his examiner) to " many bearded men." Socrates is still the same earnest disputant, professing to know nothing himself, but willing to assist others in bringing their thoughts to the birth ; for so far, he tells Thesetetus, he has in- herited the art of his mother Phsenarete, the midwife. Hence those youths resort to him who are tortured by the pangs of perplexity and doubt, and yearn to be delivered of the conceptions which are struggling for release within their breasts. If these children of their souls are likely to prove a true and noble offspring, they are suffered to see the light ; but if, as is often the case, his divine inward monitor warns Socrates THE^ETETUS. 103 that they are but lies or shadows of the truth, they are stifled in the birth. The question discussed is Knowledge ; and the first definition of it proposed is " sensible perception." This Socrates connects with the old saying of Protagoras, " Man is the measure of all things ; " and this he again links on to the still older doctrine of Heraclitus, " All things are becoming." " These ancient philosophers " (he says) "the great Pannenides excepted agreed that since we live in the midst of perpetual change and transition, our knowledge of all things must be relative. There is no such thing, they will tell you, as real existence. You should not say, 'this is white or black,' but, 'it is my (or your) impres- sion that it is so.' And thus each man can only know what he perceives; and so far his judgment is true." " Of course" (continues Socrates), "we might object that our senses may deceive us ; that in cases where a man is mad or dreaming who knows, indeed, whether we are not dreaming at this very moment 1 he must get false impressions : or, again, that our tastes may become perverted ; and as wine is distasteful to a sick man, so what is really good or true does not appear so to us. But Protagoras would reply that the sick man's dreams are real to him, that my impressions of wine are certainly different in health and sickness ; but then / am different, and my impressions in either case are true." " I wonder (says Socrates, ironically) that Protagoras did not begin his great work on Truth with a declaration that a 104 PLATO. pig or a dog-faced baboon, or some other strange monster which has sensation, is the measure of all things ; then, when we were reverencing him as a god, he might have condescended to inform us that he was no wiser than a tad- pole, and did not even aspire to be a man would not this have produced an overpowering effect ? For if truth is only sensation, and one man's discernment is as good as another's, and no man has any superior right to determine whether the opinion of any other is true or false, but each man, as we have several times repeated, is to himself the sole judge, and everything that he judges is true and right, why should Protagoras be preferred to the place of wisdom and instruction, and deserve to be well paid, and we poor ignoramuses have to go to him, if each one is the measure of his own wisdom ? " J. Then Socrates takes upon himself to defend Pro- tagoras, who is made to qualify his original statement : "Man is the measure of all things, but one man's knowledge may be superior in proportion as his im- pressions are better ; still, every impression is true and real, and a false opinion is impossible." Common - sense, replies Socrates, is against this theory, which would reduce all minds to the same level. Practically, men are always passing judgment on the impressions of others, pronouncing them to be true or false, and acting accordingly ; they recognise superior minds, and submit to teachers and rulers : thus Protagoras himself made a large fortune on the reputation of having better judgment than his neigh- bours. And if one man's judgment is as good as another's, who is to decide? Is the question to be settled by a plurality of votes, or what shall be the last court of appeal? Protagoras may think this or THE^TETUS. 105 that, but there are probably ten thousand who will think the opposite ; and, by his own rule, their judg- ments are as good as his. But even Socrates feels some compunction in thus attacking the theories of a dead philosopher who can- not defend himself. " If he could only " (he says) " get his head out of the world below, he would give both of us a sound drubbing me for quibbling, and you for accepting my quibbles and be off and underground again in a twinkling." J. Then comes a break in the main argument, and Socrates wanders off into a digression, in which he draws a striking contrast between the characters of the lawyer and philosopher the former always in a hurry, with the water-clock urging him on busy and preoccupied, the slave of his clients, keen and shrewd, but narrow-minded, and from his early years versed in the crooked paths of deceit : while the philoso- pher is a gentleman at large, master of his own time, abstracted and absorbed in thought, seeing nothing at his feet, and knowing nothing of the scandals of the clubs or the gossip of the town hardly even ac- quainted with his next-door neighbour by sight shy, awkward, and too simple-minded to retaliate an insult, or understand the merits of a long pedigree.* * The Philosopher here argues that a long line of ancestors does not necessarily make a gentleman ; for any one, if ho chooses, may reckon back to the first Parent, just as Tennyson reminds Lady Clara that " The grand old Gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent." 106 PLATO. "Knowledge, then," continues Socrates, resuming the argument, "cannot be perception; for, after all, it is the soul which perceives, and the senses are merely organs of the body springing from a common centre of life. In fact, we see and hear rather through them than with them. Furthermore, there are certain abstractions which we (that is, the trained and intel- ligent few) perceive with the eye of reason alone." Then Theaetetus suggests that knowledge may be de- nned as " true opinion;" but then, says Socrates, the old objection would be raised, that false opinion is impos- sible ; for we must either know or not know, and in either case we know what we know. The reply is, that mistakes are always possible ; you may think one thing to be another. Our souls, continues Socrates, using a metaphor which has since passed into a commonplace, are like waxen tablets some broad and deep, where the impressions made by sight or hearing are clear and indelible ; others cramped and narrow, where the im- pressions from the senses are confused and crowded together; and sometimes the wax itself is soft, or shallow, or impure, and so the impression is soon effaced. Often, too, we put, so to speak, the shoe on the wrong foot, or stamp with the wrong seal; and from these wrong and hasty impressions come false opinions. There can be no mistake when perception and knowledge correspond; but we often have one without the other. I may see an inscription, but not know its meaning ; or I may hear a foreigner talk, but not understand a word he says. But stay, says Socrates we have been rashly using THE