$B Mm IID ^ -{^liO|. 6$lo A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA, > ' ' ^ '^ ; ' , ] ^ ^ \\ A . JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA, ! i , \ ' \ \ BY LEIGH HUNT. I i ^ 1 1 . ^ . i 1 1 ILLUSTRATED BY RICHARD DOYLE. J 1 1 i LONDON: j SMITH, ELDER, AND CO., 65 CORNHILL. MDCCCXLVIII. LONDON: VIZKTEM.V, BROTHERS, ANU CO. VRINTKES AND KNGRAVKKS, PKTKRBOROOGH COURT, FI.KKT STRKET. HA+hi TO HORACE SMITH, WHO THOUGH HE SUPPRESSES THE PASTORALS WHICH HE WROTE IN HIS YOUTH, WILL RETAIN, AS LONG AS HE LIVES, A HEART OPEN TO EVERY NATURAL AND NOBLE IMPRESSION, THESE PAGES, WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE, BUT CONFIDING IN HIS INDULGENCE, ARE INSCRIBED, BY HIS EVER GRATEFUL AND AFFECTIONATE FlllEND, LEIGH HUNT. iv.262456 ^; LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. ^& i w^i^ ,-^:"^'f--^^?? DESIGNED AND DRAWN ON WOOD BY RICHARD DOYLE. KNGBAVED BY MESSRS. G. AND E. DALZIEL, W. J. LINTON, GEORGE MEASOxM, AND THURSTON THOMPSON. SUBJECTS. ENGRAVERS. PAGE. THE FISHERMAN AND THE GENIE .... Thompson 1 SICULO-SARACENIC JAR Dalziel 7 THE SYRENS AND ULYSSES Thompson 8 PRESIDING DEITY OF HYBLA, FROM A SICILIAN COIN ... Dalziel 26 INFANT PLATO AND THE BEES Linton 27 FAIRY' AND BEE . . . . . . . . Linton 36 SHEPHERDESS AND FLOCK Dalziei. 37 THEOCRITUS, FROM THE RECEIVED PORTRAIT OF HIM Dalziei, 51 POLYPHEMUS Thompson 53 SICILIAN PEASANT Dalziel 67 KING ROBERT AND THE ANGEL .... Linton 68 KING ROBERT, FROM A SICILIAN COIN . . . Dalziel 79 SIR CALIDORE Measom 80 TASSO Dalziel 99 iv LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. ELVES AND SQUIRRELS Measom 100 SHEPHERD AND DOG Dalziel 112 ENGLISH PASTORAI Thompson 113 CHAUCER . . . Dalziel 126 MOUNT .ETNA Thompson 127 CHARLES OF ANJOU, KING OF SICILY Dalziel 142 i SICILIAN BEE-HIVES Dalziel 143 ENGLISH BEE-HIVES . . . Dalziel 153 1 SICILIAN VESPERS . . . . Linton 154 j THE COVER DESIGNED BY OWEN JONES. 174 CONTENTS. ^jTRES^^^^^I^^^^^ ^^ CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTION. A BLUE JAR FROM SICILY, AND A BRASS JAR FROM THE "ARABIAN NIGHTS;" AND WHAT CAME OUT OF EACH .... 1 7 CHAPTER II. SICILY, AND ITS MYTHOLOGY. ISLAND OF SICILY, AND MOUNT ^TNA. STORIES OF TYPHiEUS, POLYPHEMUS, SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS, GLAUCUS AND SCYLLA, ALPHEUS AND ARETHUSA, THE SIRENS, AND THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE 8 20 CHAPTER III. GLANCES AT ANCIENT SICILIAN HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY. VICISSITUDES OF SICILIAN GOVERNMENT. GLANCES AT PHALARIS, STESI- CHORUS, EMPEDOCLES, HIERO I., SIMONIDES, EPICHARMUS, DIONYSIUS I., DAMON AND PYTHIAS, DAMOCLES, DIONYSIUS II., DION, PLATO, AGATHOCLES, HANNIBAL, HIERO II., THEOCRITUS, ARCHIMEDES, MAR- CELLUS, VERRES ; AND PARTICULARS RELATING TO GELLIAS 27 36 VI CONTENTS, CHAPTER IV. THEOCRITUS. PASTORAL POETRY. SPECIMENS OF THE STRENGTH AND COMIC HUMOUR OF THEOCRITUS THE PRIZE-FIGHT BETWEEN POLLUX AND AMYCUS THE SYRACUSAN GOSSIPS 37 51 CHAPTER Y. THEOCRITUS. (Concluded. ) SPECIMENS OF THE PATHOS AND PASTORAL OF THEOCRITUS. THE CYCLOPS IN LOVE. POETICAL FEELING AMONG UNEDUCATED CLASSES IN THE SOUTH. PASSAGES FROM THEOCRITUS 's FIRST IDYLL HIS VERSI- FICATION AND MUSIC. PASTORAL OF BION AND MOSCHUS 5267 CHAPTER VI. NORMAN TIMES LEGEND OF KING ROBERT. HOW KING ROBERT OF SICILY WAS DISPOSSESSED OF HIS THRONE ; AND WHO SAT UPON IT. HIS WRATH, SUFFERINGS, AND REPENTANCE 68 70 CHAPTER VII. ITALIAN AND ENGLISH PASTORAL. TASSO'S ERMINIA AMONG THE SHEPHERDS, AND ODE ON THE GOLDEN AGE. GUARINl's RETURN OF SPRING. VISION OF THE HUNDRED MAIDENS IN SPENSER. SAD SHEPHERD OF BEN JONSON 80 99 CONTENTS. vn CHAPTER VIII. ENGLISH PASTORAL (Continued) ; AND SCOTCH PASTORAL. Fletcher's faithful shepherdess. probable reason of its non- success. comus AND LYCIDAS. DR. JOHNSON 's WORLD. BURNS AND ALLAN RAMSAY 100 112 CHAPTEB IX. ENGLISH PASTORAL. (Concluded.) PASTORALS OF WILLIAM BROWNE. PASTORAL MEN : CERVANTES, BOC- CACCIO, CHAUCER, COWLEY, THOMSON, SHENSTONE, ETC. 113 120 CHAPTER X. RETURN TO SICILY AND MOUNT iETNA, SUBJECT OF MOUNT iETNA RESUMED : ITS BEAUTIES ITS HORRORS REASON WHY PEOPLE ENDURE THEM. LOVE-STORY OF AN EARTH- QUAKE ]27 142 CHAPTER XI. BEES. THE BEAUTIFUL NEVER TO BE THANKED TOO MUCH, OR TO BE SUFFICIENTLY EXPRESSED. ^BEES AND THEIR ELEGANCE. THEIR ADVICE TO AN ITALIAN POET. WAXEN TAPERS. A BEE DRAMA. MASSACRES OF DRONES. HUMAN PROGRESSION 143 153 CONTENTS. CHAPTEB XII. MISCELLANEOUS FEELINGS EESPECTING SICILY, ITS MUSIC, ITS EELiaiON, AND ITS MODERN POETRY. DANTE 'S EVENING. AVE MARIA OF BYRON. THE SICILIAN VESPERS. NOTHING '' INFERNAL " IN NATURE. SICILIAN MARINER 's HYMN. INVOCATION FROM COLERIDGE. PAGAN AND ROMAN CATHOLIC WORSHIP. LATIN AND ITALIAN COUPLET. WINTER 's RATTO DI PROSERPINA. A HINT ON ITALIAN AIRS. ^BELLINI, MELI, THE MODERN THEOCRITUS 154 173 OVEEFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. THE JOURNEY TO THE FEAST, from Theocritus . . 175 ELEOY ON THE DEATH OF BION, from Moschus . . 181 THE SHIP OF HIERO 186 SERENADES IN SICILY AND NAPLES 187 SICILIAN BANDITTI IN THE YEAR 1770 . . . 191 GOOD-NATURED HOSPITALITY, AND FACETIOUS IGNORANT OLD GENTLEMAN ........ 196 SPECIMEN OF HIGHER SOCIETY 197 POETICAL TURN OF THE SICILIANS ..... 199 A MEETING OF ENGLISH AND SICILIAN DISHES ON CHRISTMAS DAY 200 CHRISTMAS AND ITALY; OR, A MODEST ESSAY, SHOWING THE EXTREME FITNESS OF THIS BOOK FOR THE SEASON. In one of the volumes of that celebrated French publication, the Almanack des Gourmands, which sounds the depths of the merit of soups, and decides on the distracting claims of the most affinitive relishes, there is a frontispiece presenting to the respectful eyes of the reader a "Jury of Tasters." They form a board of elderly gentlemen with the most thought- ful faces, and are in the act of chewing each his mouthful, and profoundly ruminating on its pretensions. Having seen but this single volume of the work, and that only for a short time (which we mention with becoming regret), we are not qualified to report its verdicts ; but one of them made an impression on us not to be forgotten. It ran as follows : " With this sauce a man might eat his father." 11 CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. Now, far are we, in the most ambitious moments of our honey-making, from aspiring at a judgment upon us like that; sad evidence of the excesses of imagination into which the most serious intellects may be transported, in consequence of giving way to their appetites. One of the especial parts of our vocation is to draw sweet out of bitter ; and the only association of ideas which these unfilial sao-es brought to our mind, was that of an equally searching, but far nobler set of judges, who, when this our Honey first made its appearance at the periodical table of Mr. Alnsworth, and was thence diffused over the country, exclaimed from all quarters, after the most benio-nant meditation, " With this sauce a man mio;ht swallow some of the bitterest morsels of life." " This is the condiment to sweeten every man's daily bread." " There is the right christian aroma in the sacrificial part of the offering of these dulcitudes." We blush, of course, with the requisite modesty in repeating these approvals; and, indeed, should blush a great deal more if we thought that the contents of our Jar (as far as they originate with ourselves) had any merit beyond such as might easily be competed with by thousands throughout the land, upon the strength of their own thoughts and good-will, assisted by a little reading and cheerfulness; but the truth is, that our friends in Cornhill, having purchased the stock in consequence of those approvals, and thinking it worth their while, after it CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. HI had been clarified and augmented, to put it into elegant vehicles of their own, and so qualify it to be made into Christ- mas presents, we are desirous to show how fit it is for that purpose ; naj, how emphatically it would have been so con- sidered in the "good old Christmas times." It is true, that besides the good old Christmas times, there are such things as good new Christmas times ; and in respect to the great object of both, we are heartily of opinion that the latter far surpass the former, and that no literary fare for the season ever came up to the substantial as well as exquisite food set forth for us in the pages of " Chimes" and " Christmas Carols." They are nectar and ambrosia for the spirit in the humblest shapes of the flesh. They are the sermons of the morning rescued from the dead letter of mere assent and custom, reproduced with all the allurements of wit and pathos, and made contributory to the greatest practical workings of the time. And the time has no greater glory than the fact of the conversion of satire itself to a beneficent spirit, which (with a few occasional deviations, that must be pardoned for habit's sake) it obviously and largely possesses, and which it will complete ere long, by an impartiality towards every rank and description of men. These exceptions to our claims being admitted, we shall grow bold on the strength of our candour ; and aver, that our Jar of Honey is eminently suited to almost all other old IV CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. Christmas associations (of an unvulgar order), while at the same time it does not omit, if it does not prominently put forth, this modern one of the right christian spirit ; as indeed, by the favour of the critics, has already been noticed. Christmas amusements of old were a mixture of poetry, piety, revelry, superstition, story-telling, and masquing, particularly Pagan and Arcadian masquing ; and here you have them all. But they were not confined to these. At no time does talk run freer on all subjects, than at Christmas, because at no time are the animal spirits set more at liberty ; and hence no topic is baulked if it come uppermost, any more than it is in these pages. And as to the foreign part of our title, when Shakspeare wrote his Winter's Tale (and a Winter's Tale was emphatically a Christmas Tale) he laid the scene of it in the same country as that of our little Jar. Shakspeare's Christ- mas Tale is a Sicilian Tale, and it presents the same mixture as we do, of old Sicilian story and English pastoral. To be exclusively English was never the contemplation of any Christmas talk. J^o later than the other day, Coleridge wrote a play in professed imitation of the Winter's Tale. He calls it " Zapolya, a Christmas Tale," and the scene is laid in lUyria ; which, by the way, is that of Shakspeare's Twelfth- Night, another play of the season, for Twelfth-Night is included in Christmas. Indeed, if you would banish foreign matters from Christmas, you must banish Christmas itself. CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. V You must sweep away mince-pies, with their currants from Greece, their cloves and mace from the Spice Islands, and their peel of lemon from Sicily. You must abolish your plum-pudding, with its raisins from Malaga, your boar's head from Germany, chestnuts from Spain and France, oranges from Portugal, wines every one of them, except British, all your hot pickles, all your teas and coffees, your very twelfth- cake, with its sugar; nay, even the name of the season, to say nothing of things too reverend to be specified. You would not have a mahogany table to dine upon. Sixpence would not be left you to buy a cigar, nor a cigar to be bought ; and if you wished to console yourself with singing a carol, ten to one but the tune would be taken out of your mouth, being found to belong to Pergolese or Palestrina, or some other Italian inventor of the phrases of melody. Italian ! Why Italy will be talked about this Christmas at half the tables in England, with the Pope and Mr. Cobden at its head; and we think we see our little Blue Jar the more valued accordingly. Mr. Cobden has returned from Italy, brimful, as such a man ought to be, of its beauties and merits. He himself will talk plentifully about it ; and others will talk, because he has talked already. The Duke of Devonshire has been in Italy. Lord John has an Envoy in Italy. Every reigning circle of private and public life has VI CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. had its representative visitor in that country. Everybody, indeed, may be said to visit it every day in the newspapers; to see how the Pope and Reform are going on ; poor Sicily has been in trouble with its " Captain Romeo " (strange link of times past and present) ; and Mr. Cobden has the magnanimity to express his regret, that he had not made himself a master, when he was young, of the language of the beautiful peninsula. Now, one of the great objects of the present writer, for many years past, has been to lure his readers into the love of other languages, particularly of this most beautiful of them all. It is for this reason he has scarcely ever quoted the most trivial expression from any one of them without giving a version of it ; knowing well, how many intelligent men there are who would enjoy the original, if they knew it, far better than many an accidental scholar, and who are therefore willing to have the least glimpse of it afforded them. It has been well said, that "mankind will cease to quarrel with one another, when they understand one another." Mr. Cobden, in his entertaining and instructive speech at the Manchester Athena3um, has told us how he was struck with this conviction during his tour. But he arrived at it before, by the intuition of a happy nature. Why, for his own delight, does he not make himself a master of the lanoruas^e he so admires? He is a reader by the fireside ; and one hour's reading, per diem, would CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. Vll render such a man more intimate with it in the course of a year than nine-tenths of its masters in England. But perhaps he is such. At all events, he may have become acquainted with it sufficiently for enjoyment ; as much, for instance, as ourselves ; more so, if he speaks it ; for though we read, well enough, most of the languages that we translate, we can speak them no better than just to make our way through Italy and France. We mention this, partly that avc may not seem to know more than we do, and partly to encourage others to learn. A little hearty love is better in this, as in all other cases, than a heap of indifferent knowledge. We are ashamed to say, that we know less of Greek, in one sense of the word, than we did when young, and are obliged to look out more words in the dictionary ; for to a dictionary we are still forced to resort, though we love the language next to Italian, and hold it in higher admiration. But then we know our ignorance better than we did at that time; are more aware of beauties to be enjoyed, and nice meanings to be discovered ; and the consequence is, that whenever we under- take to translate a passage from Greek, we take our love on one side of us, and our dictionary on the other, and before we set about it, make a point of sifting every possible meaning and root of meaning, not excepting those in words the most familiar to us, in order that not an atom of the writer's intention may be missed. We do not say, of course, that we Vlll CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. always succeed in detecting it; but it is not for want of painstaking. " The labour we delight in, physics pain." Now by a like respect for the good old maxim of " slow and sure," and by dint of doing a little, or even a very little, every day, there is no lover of poetry and beauty who in the course of a few months might not be as deep as a bee in some of the sweetest flowers of other languages ; and it is for readers of this sort that we have not only translated and commented on Greek and other passages in the book before us, but in some instances given intimations of the spirit in which we have studied them ; being anxious to allure to the study such as can find time for it, and to give some little taste of their exquisiteness to those who cannot. For all sorts of benefits lie in a knowledge of languages, both to men out of the world and men in it; all additions to the stock of profit and pleasure, to the certainty of knowing (as the phrase is) "what to be at" on occasions where profitable information is required ; of not losing any advantage, either of relative or of positive gain ; of growing superior to debasing fears and to ignorant and inhuman assumptions; and above all, of assisting the great cause of the advancement and mutual intercourse of all men, which shall put an end to narrow-minded ideas of profit and loss, and open up that moral, and intellectual, and CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. IX cordial as well as commercial Free Trade, without which we should remain little better for ever than a parcel of ill-taught children, willing, if not able, to cheat one another in corners. But all this cannot be done, unless knowledge and taste go hand-in-hand ; or, in other words, unless we learn to perceive the finally pleasurable, as well as the intermediately profit- able; otherwise, when we come to the end of our gain, we shall be but at the beginning of a sense of our unfit- ness to enjoy it; and this, too, after missing a thousand graces by the way. Supposing health, for instance, and other favourable circumstances, to have been on a par, which of any two men in the age of Shakspeare was the more capable of enjoying the whole round of his Christmas holidays, he who had plenty of money to disburse for them, but no taste for their plays and pageants beyond what was shared by everybody who had eyes and ears; or he who understood all the beauties of their imagery and their allusions ; who saw their colours with the eye of a painter, and heard their words with the apprehension of a poet ; to whom the music was not a mere prettiness to patronize, or movement to beat time to, but an interweaving of shapes of grace and circles of harmony ; to whom gods indeed descended from heaven, and nymphs brought back ages of gold ; to whom terror itself was but a passing phase of the operation of good ; and by, as well as for, whom, some justice, however X ^CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. small, was thus done to that magnificence of sight and suggestiveness with which heaven has adorned the universe, and that tendency to hope the best of all things which no seeming contradiction can do away ? To feel thus is not only to be able to endure the perplexities presented to the mind by Christmas itself, its poor, and its polemics, but to pass the " flaming bounds" of telescope and microscope, and repose in serenities beyond the finite. We have been led into an unexpected strain of enthu- siasm and exaltation ; but this is as natural to the season as a church-organ, or as the memory of the Sermon on the Mount. Christmas sees fair play to all reasonable moods of mind, the cheerful being predominant, as the height of reason. After church comes an interval, and after the interval dinner, which is a mixture of the serious and the lively ; solid as to the beef and pudding, but light as regards the laughter and the whipped syllabub. Then ensue pastimes for a succession of days, including Twelfth-day, with reading of books in the morning, and cards and conversation at night ; the young chiefly being the players at the once courtly games of forfeits and " Bob," and the old the performers at whist and the wine-bottle. Our modern Christmas entertainments will not bear comparison for vigour of enjoyment with those of our ancestors before Cromwell's time, either out of doors or in. They have never recovered the blow given them by the invidious heaviness of CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. xi the Puritans. Bat to make amends, we have refined on some of their pleasures ; have multiplied others, as in the case of the theatres ; and we possess an overflow of their own favourite reading, such as their poets might have envied us. Rare manuscripts have been set free in popular editions ; we read the stories which our ancestors used to tell, with thousands of new novels to boot; Christmas alone brings with it a shower of gorgeous and sometimes admirable publi- cations, as if flowers came pouring down with its snow ; and in fine, beloved reader, here is our (and your) Jar of Honey, full of the sweet Paganism that was dear to the Shakspeares and Miltons, of the Pastoral which they loved also, of the right Christmas adventures of King Robert of Sicily, (which they perusedunder another title in the Gesta Romanorum,) o^ SiW sorts of good Italianate things, (then, as now, looked upon with wonderful curiosity and respect;) and finally, if loving wishes deceive us not, a sample and prelibation of that quint- essential extract of the spirit of Christianity itself, the effect of which is to take away all doubt respecting the celestial balsam, and to make men wonder how they came to mistake for it anything containing the least taste of the fiery, tlie bitter, or the sour. If the great and good Pope now reigning (for such he seems to be, in spite of some official drawbacks) has goodness enough to feel the wish, and could ever find XU CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. greatness enough in him to dare to venture the act, of summoning a new Council of the Church, that should set on its altar this pure and unadulterated attraction of all hearts, instead of the unseemly manufactures of Councils of Trent and Priests of St. Januarius, he would give St. Peter's its only final chance of continuing to be the throne of the christian world, and of flourishing under the sweet and only desirable blossom, that shall have done some day for ever with its thorns. But to return from these altitudes. The story of King Robert, we beg leave to say, is an especial delight of our soul, and gave us some exquisite moments in the writing. IIow came Shakspeare to let such a subject escape him ? or Beaumont and Fletcher ? or Decker ? or any of the great and loving spirits that abounded in that romantic age ? It was extant in manuscript ; it abounded, under another name, in print; it presented the most striking dramatic points; extremes of passion were in the characters ; pride and its punishment were in it ; humility and its reward ; a court, a chapel, an angel; pomp, music, satire, buffoonery, sublimity, tears. O Fate ! give us a dozen years more life, and a lift in our faculties, immense ; and let us try still if even our own verses cannot do something with it. There is not, we will venture to say, a single portion of our Jar, which does not contain appropriate reading for Christmas. CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. XllI The first chapter concerns the Arabian Nights ; and every little boy knows that the Arabian Nights are reading for all seasons, particularly holidays. The second chapter is full of the Fairy Tales of Antiquity ; things which people used to relate round their fires during the ancient Saturnalia, just as our ancestors used to do at Christ- mas, and as boys read them still. And the Saturnalia were not only, to the ancients, what the Christmas holidays are to us, but the veritable parents and progenitors of those holidays, as every antiquary knows. It is doubtful whether Macrobius, who wrote a " Saturnalia," or Christmas Holiday Book, of his time, was a Pagan or a Christian ; but, at all events, his book is full of every kind of miscellaneous reading and gossiping, from Scipio's Dream down to a scandalous anecdote and a dis- puted passage in Virgil. Such was the pastime, he tells us, at that season, of the best informed circles at Rome. Our third chapter contains, among other Saturnalian sub- jects, the story of the truly Christmas-like personage, Gellias, one of the wittiest and most hospitable of entertainers, a noble - hearted merchant prince, who kept seven hundred gallons of wine in his house, and was famous for making his workmen happy. Our third and fourth chapters, besides some Saturnalian stories, include an account of an ancient holiday, full of gossip, and show, and leafy boughs, together with a vast deal of Pas- XIV CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. toral, a summer recollection, to which Christmas has always been fond of reverting, at least in books and among the poets ; probably on the principle of extremes meeting, and by a happy rule of contraries. It is observable how fond we are at Christ- mas of what our forefathers used to call "greens," that is to say, boughs and flowers and everything which can force the summer, as it were, to remain with us by our firesides. The sixth chapter is our beloved subject, the story of King Robert aforesaid. The seventh brings us, through Italian Pastoral, to the Christmas poetical entertainments of our ancestors. In the eighth and ninth we are in the Old English Poetical Works. In the tenth at Mount ^tna with its stories. In the eleventh with the Bees. In the twelfth with the musical services of the Church, with cheerful pieties of all sorts, and with the jovial Sicilian poet, Meli, one of the most universal of men. Some persons have fancied that our book would be too learned ! The most unlearned of such readers as we hope to possess will see what a notion this is, and to what plain English all our Greek and Latin has turned. We have the greatest contempt for learning, merely so called ; together with the greatest respect for it, when it sees through the dead letter of time and words into the spirit that concerns all ages and all descriptions of men. Every clever unlearned man in England, CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. XV rich and poor, if we had the magic to do it, should be gifted to-morrow with all the learning that would adorn and endear his commerce to him, his agriculture, and the poorest flower-pot at his window. It would satisfy the longings that are born with such a man, and are natural to his powers ; and would enable him, while he no longer envied such right parliamentary quot- ers of Virgil as the Minister, or Macauley, or Sir Kobert, or Brougham, or Lord Ellesmere, or Lord Morpeth, or Fox, to laugh at such educated ignoramuses as A, B, and C, who, though the classics were beaten into their heads at school, have no more real taste for what they quote, than the wall has for the pictures that are hung upon it with nail and hammer. Spirit is everything, and letter is nothing ; except inasmuch as it is a vehicle for spirit. " The letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life." A learned quotation is as ridiculous in some peoples' mouths, as a flower would be, stuck in the mouth of a barber's block. What would the best claret be to one that could not perceive the odour of it ? or the nicest of mince-pies, or college-puddings, to a mouth that had no taste ? We are but dull ourselves in such matters (the more 's the pity), and would fain share, when at table, the nicest discernments of sharp and sweet, possessed by the luckier palates around us ; but we should only laugh at the poor devil of a pretender, who, with nothing but a palate of silver, and no taste at all. XVI CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. should affect to emulate the Almanack des Gourmands, and give his opinion of the contending sauces. May we take, by the way, a Saturnalian liberty, and ask Members of Parliament why they quote no language but Latin, and in Latin no writers but Virgil and Horace ? We believe there is an occasional venture on Lucretius, and perhaps on Juvenal. Also, two passages from Ovid, one in praise of the Fine Arts, and another about preferring wrong pursuits to right perceptions. But French has lately been thought worthy of cultivation, even at public schools; almost every man of rank speaks it ; and Italian is an ordinary accomplishment. Ariosto, Berni, and others, would supply an admirable crop of new parliamentary quotations ; or if there was a fear of the delicacy of the pronunciation, what hinders us from being refreshed with something from Moliere, La Fontaine, Pascal, or a hundred other wits and thinkers among our gallant neigh- bours? New paths of quotation are due to rail-roads and Free Trade. There would be a sort of extension of Parliament itself into Paris and Eome, if we occasionally spoke the lan- guages of those illustrious cities. France and Italy would be pleased ; books benefited ; politics smoothed ; intercourse glad- dened and enlarged. Even a bit of Greek might be ventured upon, if short and sweet ; and Mr. Hume feel relieved in hear- ing (on the authority of the philosophic Hesiod) that "half" was "better than the whole" (ttXeov r^i^iau irocvros). CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. XVll The reverend maxim we have quoted respecting spirit and letter reminds us of a little Christmas story which has never been in print, and which, in accordance with the season, we shall take this opportunity of relating. It was brought to our recollection by meeting with the following exquisite passage from Bacon: " As those wines which flow from the first treading of the grape are sweeter and better than those forced out by the press, which gives them the roughness of the husk and the stone, so are those doctrines best and sweetest which flow from a gentle crush of the Scriptures, and are not wrung into controversies and common- places." That metaphor of the " husk " is one that has haunted us (so to speak), in connexion with the subject here alluded to, for half our lives ; not suggested, we beg leave to say, by the great philosopher (qualified though he be to suggest hundreds of things to us beyond our powers of origination) but by the greater force of the necessity of admitting evil and reconciling it to good. And in that point of view the husk we allude to is nobler than Bacon's, or, at least, than what seems to have been in his construction of the word ; for we took it in the light of a necessary enclosure and safeguard of a future bud. But to drop this collateral reminiscence, and come to our story. It is entitled XVJll CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. THE ELIXIR AND THE VIALS. Once on a time there was a dispute respecting the posses- sion of a certain elixir, called by some Flower of Thorn, by others Spirit of Lily, by others Spirit of Love, and by others various other names not necessary to mention, but agreed by all to produce the most wonderful effects on the mind, of peace and benevolence. The parties who laid claim to the glory and emoluments of this possession, said it was kept in a particular kind of vial distinguishable from every other, and belonging exclusively to one single proprietor; and each claimant declared, nay swore, that he was that one. Indeed, it was remarkable, that for persons valuing themselves on the possession of an essence, or spirit, producing such gentle effects, they were, most of them, wonderfully given to swearing, not hesitating to use the most extraordinary oaths, both in assertion of their own claims, and in condemnation of those of the rest. One of these gentlemen, holding up his vial, which was a very pretty thing to look at, exclaimed that every man might be nay, was (we do not like to repeat the word), who did not see plainly that that was the only Spirit. Another uttered the very same threats, though he held up a vial of a totally dif- ferent appearance. The case was the same with a third, a fourth, and a fifth, nay with a fiftieth. There was nothing to be seen but a flourishing of vials, and nothing to be heard but a CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. XIX storm of voices. At length, from words (as might be expected of such words) they proceeded to blows ; and what was very astonishing, they were so moved and provoked out of their wits as to convert their respective vials into weapons of offence, and so absolutely endeavour to fight it out with the fragile materials. The consequences may be guessed. Not only were heads broken, but the vials also ; and not only did the spirit in the vials evaporate, but by the fury of the combatants, both before and after the breakage, it became manifest that no such thing as a spirit producing the effects they pretended, had been in the vials at all. The scene ended with the laughter of the spectators ; and worse consequences might have ensued, but for the appearance of a third set of persons bringing forward another vial. It was totally unlike all the former, except in one part of it ; and this part, which was of the real crystal which the others only pre- tended to be, was said to contain, and did absolutely contain, the veritable peace-making elixir, as was proved by a very simple but incontrovertible circumstance ; namely, the peace- making itself. The proprietors neither swore, nor threatened, nor fought, nor tried to identify the vial with its contents. They proved the effect of those contents upon themselves by the friendliest behaviour towards all parties present; and though they had a long and diflScult task to induce their rivals to taste it, yet no sooner had they done so, than the whole XX CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. place became a scene of the most enchanting reasonableness and serenity. Everybody embraced his neighbour with the kindest words, and the combatants themselves did not scruple to wonder how they could have missed perceiving the presence of an odour so sweet, so unadulterated, so unquestionable, so tranquillizing, and so divine. This story is not so good as Robert of Sicily, or as one that we shall relate presently ; but it is not inferior to either in the conclusions that may be drawn from it ; and assuredly (except from the edification to be drawn from scandals themselves) it is better than the histories of all the controversies that have agitated the schools of East and West. As to that of the Sicilian King, we are so fond of it that we cannot help taking the opportunity it affords us of thanking the young artist who has illustrated it, and who, after distinguishing himself with the public for his humour, has shown in these pages so much promise of a more serious order. He has not chosen to give his angel much bodily substance ; perhaps the better to intimate the spiritual nature of the being, and give the more super- natural solemnity to his departure. But nobody can doubt the solidity which accompanies the grace of King Robert; and the royal penitent has been judiciously reinvested with the garb of his rank, the moment he resumes his personal identity. We must be allowed also to express our sense of the Poussin-like figure of Polyphemus at page 52, with his I CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. Xxi ' lumpish but not ungraceful shoulders (fit symbols of the j heaviness of his mind); nor can we omit noticing the truly \ pastoral grace and simplicity of the Shepherdess at page 37, j who is leading a flock full of nature and movement ; and we i are particularly thankful for the fidelity with which the artist j has transferred to paper the sensitive and benignant profile of j the Sicilian poet Meli, a cast of a medallion of whose likeness j we have the good fortune to possess. Mr. Doyle, throughout I his drawings, has shown great attention to costume and other j such proprieties ; one of the evidences of that regard for truth, | without which no art of any kind can ever come to | perfection. ! We shall conclude this article with a brief Christmas story to which there is an allusion in the one above mentioned, j and which we hold to be worth, at least, some nine hundred and forty thousand sermons. It is entitled i THE ELEVEN COMMANDMENTS. A certain bishop who lived some hundred years ago, and who was very unlike what is reported of her Majesty's new almoner ; also very unlike the Christian bishops of old, before titles were invented for them ; very unlike Fenelon too, who nevertheless had plenty of titles ; very unlike St. Francis de Sales, who was for talking nothing but "roses;" very unlike St. Vincent de Paul, who founded the Sisterhood of XXll CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. Charity ; very unlike Rundle, who " had a lieart," and Berkeley, who had "every virtue under heaven," and that other exquisite bishop (we blush to have forgotten his name), who was grieved to find that he had a hundred pounds at his banker's, when the season had been so bad for the poor; this highly unresembling bishop, who, nevertheless, was like too many of his brethren, that is to say, in times past (for there is no bishop now, at least in any quarter of England, who is not remarkable for meekness, and does not make a point of turning his right cheek to be smitten, the moment you have smitten his left) ; this unepiscopal and yet not impossible bishop, we say, was once accosted, during a severe Christmas, by a parson- Adams kind of inferior clergy- man, and told a long story of the wants of certain poor people, of whose cases his lordship was unaware. What the dialogue was, which led to the remark we are about to mention, the reporters of the circumstance do not appear to have ascertained ; but it seems, that the representations growing stronger an4 stronger on one side, and the determination to pay no attention to them acquiring proportionate vigour on the other, the clergyman was moved to tell the bishop, that his lordship did not understand his " eleven commandments." "Eleven commandments!" cried the bishop; "why, fellow, you are drunk. Who ever heard of an eleventh commandment? Depart, or you shall be put in the stocks." CHRISTMAS AND ITALY. XXlll "Put thine own pride and cruelty in the stocks," retorted the good priest, angered beyond his Christian patience, and pre- paring to return to the sufferers for whom he had pleaded in vain. "I say there are eleven commandments, not ten, and that it were well for such flocks as you govern, if it were added, as it ought to be, to the others over the tables in church. Does your lordship remember do you in fact know anything at all of Him who came on earth to do good to the poor and woful, and who said, * Behold I give unto you a nexo commandment. Love ONE ANOTHER ? ' " A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTION. A BLUE JAR FROM STCTLY, AND A BRASS JAR FROM THE "ARABIAN NIGHTS ;" AND WHAT CAME OUT OF EACH. ASSING one day by the shop of Messrs. Fortnum and Mason in Piccadil- ly, we be- held in the window a little blue jar, labelled " Sicilian Honey." It was a jar of very humble pretensions, if estimated according to its price in the market. Perhaps it might have been worth, as a piece of ware, about three-pence; and, contents and all, its price did not exceed eighteen-pence. People who condescend to look at no- thing but what is costly, and who 4 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. being worth a vast deal of money at their bankers, are not aware that they are poor devils as men, would have infallibly despised it ; or, at the very utmost, they would have associated it in their minds with nothing but the confectioner or the store-room. On the other hand, it might have reminded a Cavendish or a Gower of his Titians and Oorreggios; and a Eogers would surely have looked twice at it, for the sake of his Stothard and his "Italy." And the poet and the noble dukes would have been right, not only in the spirit of their recollections, but to the very letter; for the deep beautiful blue was the same identical blue, the result of the same mineral, by which such an effect is retained in old pictures; and the shape of the jar was as classical as that of many a vase from the antique. Antiquity, indeed, possessed an abundance of precisely such jars. Furthermore, when you held the jar in the sun, a spot of insufferable radiance came in the middle of its cheek, like a very laugh of light. Then it contained honey a thing which strikes the dullest imaginations with a sense of sweet- ness and the flowers; and in addition to the word "honey" outside, was the word " Sicilian" a very musical and memi- niscent word. Now in consequence of this word " Sicilian," by a certain magical process, not unlike that of the seal of the mighty Solomon, which could put an enormous quantity of spirit into a wonderfully small vessel, the inside of our blue jar (for be sure we bought it) became enriched, beyond its honey, to an extent which would appear incredible to any readers but such as we have the honour to address, doubtless the most intelligent of their race. To introduce it, however, even to them, in a manner befitting their judgment, it is proper that we call to their A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 3 recollection the history of a previous jar of their acquaintance, to which the foregoing paragraph contains an allusion. They will be pleased to call to mind, that eighteen hundred years after the death of Solomon, and during the reign of the King of the Black Isles, who was (literally) half petrified by the conduct of his wife, a certain fisherman, after throwing his nets to no purpose, and beginning to be in despair, succeeded in catching a jar of brass. The brass, to be sure, seemed the only valuable thing about the jar; but the fisherman thought he could, at least, sell it for old metal. Finding, however, that it Tvas very heavy, and furthermore closed with a seal, he wisely resolved to open it first, and see what could be got out of it. He therefore took a knife (we quote fi-om Mr. Torrens's " Arabian Nights," not out of disregard for that other interesting version by our excellent friend Mr. Lane, but we have lent his first volume, and Galland does not contain the whole passage ; he seems to have thought it would fiighten the ladies of his day) the fisherman, therefore, '' took a knife," says Mr. Torrens, '^and worked at the tin cover till he had separated it from the jar ; and he put it down by his side on the ground. Then he shook the jar, to tumble out whatever might be in it, and found in it not a thing. So he marvelled with extreme amazement. But presently there came out of the jar a vapour, and it rose up towards the heavens, and reached along the face of the earth ; and after this, the vapour reached its height, and condensed, and became compact, and waved tremulously, and became an Ufreet (evil spirit), his head in the clouds, and his foot on the soil, his head like a dome^ his hand like a harrow, his two legs like pillars, his mouth like a pit, his teeth like large stones, and his nostrils like basins, and his eyes were two lamps, austere and louring. Now, when the 4 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. fisherman saw that Ufreet, his muscles shivered, and his teeth chattered, and his palate ivas dried up, and he knew not where he was." This, by the way, is a fine horrible picture, and very like an Ufreet; as anybody must know, who is intimate with that delicate generation. We are acquainted with nothing that beats it in its way, except the description of another in the ''Bahar Danush," who, while sleeping on the ground, draws the pebbles towards him with his breath, and sends them back again as it goes forth ; though a little further on, in the "Arabian Nights," is an Ufreet of a most accomplished ugliness namely, " the lord of all that is detestahle to look at!" What a jurisdiction ! And the "lord" too! Fancy a viscount of that description. The fright and astonishment conceived by the fisherman at the taste thus given him of this highly concentrated spirit of Jinn (for such is the generic eastern term for the order to which the Ufreet belongs) were not, however, the only things he got out of his jar. An incarceration of eighteen hundred years at the bottom of the ocean, under the seal of the mighty Solomon, had taught its prisoner a little more respect for that kind of detainder than he had been wont to exhibit; the fisherman exacted from him an oath of good treatment in the event of his being set free; and the consequence was, that after the adventures of the coloured fish, of the appearance of the lady out of the wall, and of the semi-petrifaction of the King of the Black Islands with his lonely voice, our piscatory friend is put in possession of his majesty's throne. So here is an Ufreet as high as the clouds, fish that would have delighted Titian, (they were blue, white, yellow, and red,) a lady, full dressed, issuing out of a kitchen wall, a king half- turned to A JAR or HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 5 stone by his wife, a throne given to a fisherman, and half- a-dozen other phenomena, all resulting from 07ie poor brazen jar, into which, when the fisherman first looked, he saw nothing in it. A brass jar by the ocean's brim A yellow brass jar was to him, And it was nothing more. Now we might have expected as little from our earthern jar, as the future monarch did from his jar of metal, had not some circumstances in our life made us acquainted with the philosophy and occult properties of jars; but such having been the case, no lover of the " Arabian Nights" (which is another term for a reader with a tendency to the universal) will be surprised at the quantity and magnitude of the things that arose before oUr eyes out of the little blue jar in the window of Messrs. Fortnum and Mason. " SiciUan Honey." We had no sooner read those words, than Theocritus rose before us, with all his poetry. Then Sicily arose the whole island particularly Mount -(Etna. Then Mount Hybla, with its bees. Then Eucellai (the Italian poet of the bees) and his predecessor Virgil, and Acis and Galatea, and Polyphemus, a pagan Ufreet, but mild mitigated by love, as Theocritus has painted him. Then the Odyssey, with the giant in his fiercer days, before he had sown his wild rocks ; and the Sirens ; and Scylla and Charybdis ; and Ovid ; and Alpheus and Arethusa ; and Proser- pina, and the Vale of Enna names, which bring before us whatever is blue in skies, and beautiful in flowers or in fiction. Then Pindar, and Plato, and Archimedes (who made b A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. enchantments real), and Cicero (who discovered his tomb), and the Arabs with their architecture, and the Normans with their gentlemen who were to found a sovereignty, and the beautiful story of King Robert and the Angel, and the Sicilian Vespers (horribly so called), and the true Sicilian Vespers, the gentle ''Ave Maria" closing every evening, as it does still, in peace instead of blood, and ascending from blue seas into blue heavens out of white -sailed boats. Item, Bellini, and his Neapolitan neighbour Paesiello. Item, the modern Theocritus, not undeservedly so called ; to wit, the Abate Giovanni Meli, possibly of Grecian stock himself for his name is the Greek as well as Sicilian for honey. Then, every other sort of pastoral poetry, Italian, and English, and Scotch Tasso, and Guarini, and Fletcher, and Jonson, and William Browne, and Pope, and Allan Ramsay. Item, earthquakes, vines, convents, palm-trees, mulberries, pomegranates, aloes, citrons, rocks, gardens, banditti, pirates, furnaces under the sea, the most romantic landscapes and vegetation, above it, guitars, lovers, serenades, and the never- to-be- too- often-mentioned blue skies and blue waters, whose azure (on the concentrating Solomon-seal principle) appeared to be specially represented by our little blue jar. Lastly, the sweetness, the melancholy, the birth, the life, the death, the fugitive evil, the constant good, the threatening .iEtna making every moment of life precious, and the moment of life so precious, and breathing such a pure atmosphere, as to enable fear itself to laugh at, nay, to love the threatening ^tna, and play with it as with a great planetary lion to which it has become used. From all this heap of things, or any portion of them, or t A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 7 anything which they may suggest, we propose, as from so many different flowers, to furnish our Jar of Honey, careless whether the flower be sweet or bitter, provided the result (with the help of his good- will) be not un-sweet to the reader. For honey itself is not gathered from sweet flowers only ; neither can much of it be eaten without a qualification of its dulcitude with some plainer food. It can hardly be supposed to be as sweet to the bees themselves, as it is to us. Evil is so made to wait upon good in this world to quicken it by alarm, to brighten it by contrast, and render it sympathetic by suffering that although there is quite enough superabundance of it to incite us to its diminution (Nature herself impelling us to do so), yet tears have their delight, as well as laughter; and laughter itself is admonished by tears and pain not to be too excessive. Laughter has occasioned death : tears have saved more than life. The readers, therefore, will not suppose that we intend (supposing even that we were able) to cloi/ them with sweets. We hope that they will occasionally look very grave over their honey. We should not be disconcerted, if some bright eyes even shed tears over it. CHAPTER II. SICILY, AND ITS MYTHOLOGY. ISLAND OF SICILY, AND MOUNT ^TNA. STORIES OF TYPHiEUS, POLY- PHEMUS, SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS, GLAUCUS AND SCYLLA, ALPHEUS AND ARETHUSA, THE SIRENS, AND THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE. ^^1 . ^r^- S it is good to have a plan and system in everything, whatever may be the miscellaneousness of its nature, we shall treat of our subjects in chronological order, beginning with the mythologi- cal times of Sicily, and ending with its latest modern poet. Sicily is an island in the Mediterranean sea, at the foot of Italy, about half the size of England, and inhabited by a popu- lation a fifth less than that of London. Its shape is so regularly A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 9 three-cornered, that triangle or triple-point (Trinacria) was one of its ancient names. Mount ^tna stands on the east, in one of these angles. The coast is very rocky and romantic ; the interior is a combination of rugged mountains and the loveliest plains ; and the soil is so fertile in corn as well as other produc- tions, that Sicily has been called the granary of Europe. The inhabitants are badly governed, and there is great poverty among them ; but movements have taken place of late years that indicate advancement ; and the Sicilians, meantime, have all those helps to endurance (perhaps too many) which result from sprightliness of character, united with complexional indo- lence. They are good-natured but irritable ; have more inde- pendence of spirit than their neighbours the Neapolitans ; and are still a pastoral people as of old, making the most of their valleys and their Mount ^tna ; not by activity, but by pipe and song, and superstition. With this link of their newest and their oldest history, we shall begin our Sicilian memories from the beginning. Did ^tna exist before the human race ? Was it, for ages, a great lonely earth monster, sitting by the sea with his rugged woody shoulders and ghastly crown ; now silent and quiet for centuries, like a basking giant ; now roaring to the antediluvian skies ; vomiting forth fire and smoke ; drivelling with lava ; then silent again as before ; alternately destroying and nourishing the transitory races of analogous gigantic creatures, mammoths and mastodons, which preceded nobler humanity? Was it produced all at once by some tremendous burst of earth and ocean? some convulsion, of which the like has never since been known, perhaps with all Sicily hanging at its root ; or did it grow, like other earthly productions, by its own energies and the accumulations of time ? In whatever way it originated, ]0 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. and however the huge wonder may have behaved itself at any period, quietly or tremendously, nobody can doubt that the creature is a benevolent creature, one of the securities of the peaceful and profitable existence of the far greater and more mysterious creature rolling in the shape of an orb round the sun in midst of its countless like, and carrying us all along with it in our respective busy inattentions. We no not presume to inquire how the necessity for any such evil mode of good arose. Suffice for us, that the evil itself -svorks to a good purpose ; that the earth, apparently, could not exist without it ; that Nature has adorned it with beauty which is another good, with fertility which is another, with grandeur which is another, elevating the mind ; and that if human beings prefer risking its neighbourhood with all its occasional calamities, to going and living elsewhere, those calamities are not of its own willing, nor of any unavoidable necessity, nor perhaps will exist always. Suppose jEtna should some day again be left to its solitude, and people resolve to be burnt and buried alive no longer ? What a pilgrimage would the mountain be then ! What a thought for the poet and the philosopher ! What a visit for those who take delight in the borders of fear and terror, and who would love to interrogate Nature the more for the lone- liness of her sanctuary ! The first modes of organized life which make their appear- ance in these remotest ages of Sicily, are of course fabulous modes, fabulous, but like all fables, symbohcal of truth ; and what is better than mere truth, of truths poetical. The mythic portion of the history of Sicily is like its region small, rich, lovely, and terrible. It may be said to consist wholly of the stories of Typhseus, of Polyphemus and the Cyclopes, of Scylla and Charybdis, of the Sirens, of the Rape of Proserpine, of A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 11 Alpheus and Arethusa, of Acis and Galatea names, which have become music in the ears of mankind. What ! is Typhseus a musical name ? and Polyphemus and the Cyclopes ? Yes, of the grander sort ; organ-like ; the bass for the treble of the Sirens ; the gloom and terror, along which floats away, through vine and almond, the lovely murmur of Alpheus and Arethusa. We shall not explain away these beautiful fables into alle- gory, physics, or any other kind of ungrateful and half-witted prose. They may have had the dullest sources, for aught we know to the contrary, as beautiful streams may have their foun- tains in the dullest places, or delightful children unaccountably issue from the dullest progenitors ; but there they were of old, in Sicily ; and here they are among us to this day ; in poets' books ; in painters' colours ; among the delights of every cul- tivated mind; true as anything else that is known by its effects ; spiritual creatures, living and breathing in the en- chanted regions of the imagination. The poets took them in hand from infancy, and made them the real and immortal things they are. We shall not deny their analogy with beau- tiful or grand operations in Nature, as long as the mystery and poetry of those operations are kept in mind. Typhseus, or Typhon, for instance, may, if the etymologist pleases, be the Tifoon, or Dreadful Wind, of the Eastern seas; or he may be the smolcing of Mount ^tna (from rv^oj, to smoke) ; or he may comprehend both meanings in one word, derived from some primitive root : for as long as his cause remains a secret, and his effect is poetical, so long the spirit of the mystery may be embodied as imagination pleases. Suffice for us, that the thing is there, somehow. All that we object to in the natural or supernatural historians of such persons, is their 12 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. stoj^ping at mechanical and prosaical causes, and thinking they settle anything. This said personage Typhseus is, it must be owned, a tremendous fellow to begin stories with of beautiful Sicily ; to put at the head of creations containing so much loveliness. He was a monster of monsters, brought forward by Earth as a last desperate resource in the quarrel of her Giants with the Gods. His stature reached the sky; he had a hundred dragons' heads, vomiting flames; and when it pleased him to express his dissatisfaction, there issued from these heads the roaring and shrieking of a hundred diiferent animals! Jupiter had as hard a task to conquer him, as Amadis had with the Endriago.* A good report of the fight is to be found in Hesiod. Heaven trembled, and earth groaned, and ocean flashed with a ghastly radiance, as they lightened and thun- dered at one another. The king of the gods at length col- lected all his deity for one tremendous effort, and leaping upon his antagonist with his whole armoury of thunders, made his foaming mouth hiss in the blaze ; the mountain hollows flashed fainter where he lay smitten ; the rocks dropped about him like melted lead ; and Jupiter tore up the whole island of Sicily, and flung it upon him, by way of detainer for ever. One promontory acted as a presser on one hand ; another on another; a third on his legs; and the crater of Mount ^tna was left him for a spiracle. There he lay in the time of Ovid, making the cities tremble as he turned; and there he lies still, for all that Brydone, or Smyth, or even Monsieur Gour- billon has proved to the contrary ; though scepticism has attained to such a pitch in that quarter, that the only danger * See that beautiful book, "Amadis of Gaul," vol. i., chap. 12, in the admirable translation by Southey. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 13 in earthquakes is now attributed to people's not being quick enough with displaying the veil of Saint Agatha. Compared with this cloud-capped enormity, onr old friend Polyphemus {Many-Voice), the ogre or Fee-Faw-Fum of antiquity, becomes a human being. He and his one-eyed Cyclopes {Round-Eyes), are the primitive inhabitants of Sicily, before men ploughed and reaped. They kept sheep and goats, and had an eye to business in the cannibal line ; though what it was that gave them their name, is not determined ; nor is it necessary to trouble the reader with the controversies on that point. Very huge fellows they were, beating Brobdignagians to nothing. Homer describes Polyphemus as looking like a " woody hill." He kept Ulysses and his companions in his cave to eat them, just as his oriental counterpart did Sindbad, or as the giants of our childhood proposed to feast on Jack; and when Ulysses put out the eye of roaring Many-Voice with a firebrand, and got off to sea, the blind monster sent some rocks after the ship, which remain stuck on the coast to this day. And yet, by the magic of love and sympathy, even Poly- phemus has been rendered pathetic. Theocritus made him so with his poetry; and Handel did as much for him in his musical version of the story, especially in those exquisite caressing passages between Acis and Galatea, ("The flocks shall leave the mountains," &c.,) which might fill the most amiable rival with torment. Acis {Aciiteness) and Galatea {Milky) (we like this fairy-tale restitution of the meanings of ancient names, the example of which was first set, we believe, by Mr. Keightley) forgot themselves, however, too far, when they made love before the very eyes of the rival ; not the only instance, we fear, of similar provocation given by the vanity 14: A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. of happy lovers. We regret this ill-breeding the more on account of the monster's hopelessness; and considering the little patience that was to be expected of him, almost pardon the rock which he sent on their ecstatic heads. Gay's verses on this occasion would not have been unworthy of Theocritus : Acis AND Galatea. [Duet.] The flocks shall leave the mountains, The woods the turtle-dove, The nymphs forsake the fountains, Ere I forsake my love. Polyphemus. [Solo.] Torture ! fury ! rage ! despair ! I cannot, cannot, cannot bear. Acis AND Galatea. Not showers to larks so pleasing, Nor sunshine to the bee ; Not sleep to toil so easing, As those dear smiles to me. Polyphemus hurls the rock. Fly swift, thou massy ruin, fly: Die, presumptuous Acis, die. Scylla and Oharybdis, or Scylla and Glaucus rather, is a far more appalling story of jealousy. Scylla properly belongs to the opposite coast of Naples ; but as she and her fellow-mon- ster Charybdis are usually named together, and the latter tenanted the Sicilian coast, and the strait between them was very narrow, she is not to be omitted in Sicilian fable. Charyb- dis (quasi Chalybdis, Hiding} though some derive it from A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT IIYBLA. 15 two words signifying to " gape" and " absorb") was a personage of a very unique sort, to wit, a female freebooter ; who, having stolen the oxen of Hercules, was condemned to be a whirlpool, and suck ships into its gulf. Nevertheless she was a horror not to be compared with Scylla, though the latter was thought less dangerous. Mr. Keightly has so well told this story out of Homer, that we must repeat it in his words : ' Having escaped the Sirens, and shunned the Wandering Rocks, which Circe told him lay beyond the mead of these songsters, Odysseus (Ulysses) came to the terrific Scylla and Charybdis, between which the goddess had informed him his course lay. She said he would come to two lofty cliffs opposite each other, between which he must pass. One of these cliffs towers to such a height, that its summit is for ever enveloped in clouds ; and no man, even if he had twenty hands and as many feet, could ascend it. In the middle of this cliff, she says, IS a cave facing the west, but so high, that a man in a ship passing under it could not shoot up to it with a bow. Tn this den dwells Scylla (Bitch), whose voice sounds like that of a young whelp : she had twelve feet and six long necks, with a terrific head, and three rows of close-set teeth on each. Evermore she stretches out these necks and catches the por- poises, sea-dogs, and other large animals of the sea, which swim by, and out of every ship that passes each mouth takes a man, "The opposite rock, the goddess informs him, is much lower, for a man could shoot over it. A wild fig-tree grows on it, stretching his branches down to the water: but beneath, 'divine Charybdis' three times each day absorbs and regorges the dark water. It is much more dangerous, she adds, to pass Charybdis than Scylla. " As Odysseus sailed by, Scylla took six of his crew ; and 16 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. when, after he had lost his ship and companions, he was carried by wind and wave, as he floated on a part of the wreck, between the monsters, the mast by which he supported himself was sacked in by Charybdis. He held by the fig-tree, till it was thrown out again, and resumed his voyage." Mythology of Aficient Greece and Italy. Sec. edit, p. 271. It has been thought by some, that by the word Scylla is meant the bitch of the sea-dog, or seal a creature often found on this coast. Be this as it may (and the seal having a more human look than the dog, might suggest a more frightful image, to say nothing of its being more appropriate to the water), who was Scylla ? and how came she to be this tremendous monster ? From the jealousy of Circe. Scylla was originally a beautiful maiden, fond of the company of the sea- nymphs ; and Glaucus (Sea-green), a god of the sea, was in love with her. She did not like him ; and Glaucus applied to Circe for help, from her skill in magic. Circe fell in love with the lover, and being enraged with the attractions that made him refuse her, poisoned the water in which Scylla bathed. The result was the conversion of the beauty's lower limbs into a set of barking dogs. The dogs became part of her ; and when in her horror she thought to drive them back, she found herself " hauhng" them along one creatm^e, says Ovid, hauling many : " Quos fugit, attrahit una." Metam. xiv., V. 63. This is very dreadful. Yet Homer's creature is more so. Scylla's proceedings, in the Odyssey, exactly resemble the accounts which mariners have given of a huge sea-polypus a cousin of the kraken, or sea-serpent who thrusts its gigantic feelers over the deck of an unsuspecting ship, and carries off A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 17 seamen. There is a picture of it in one of the editions of Buffon. But the dog-Hke barking, and the terrific head and teeth, to which the imagination gives something of a human aspect, leave the advantage of the horrible still on the side of the poet. An old English poet. Lodge, at a time when our earliest dramatists, who were university-men, had set the example of a love of classical fable, wrote a poem on Glaucus and Scylla, in which there are passages of the loveliest beauty ; though it was spoilt, as a whole, with conceits. In describing the nymph's yellow hair, he makes use of a Sicilian image, very fit for our Blue Jar : "Her hair, not truss 'd, but scatter'd on her brow, Sur]^)assing Hybla's honey." We are to suppose it lying in sunny flakes. Lodge, though he was an Oxford man, or perhaps for that reason, has curiously mixed up paganism and Christianity in Glaucus's complaint of his mistress: but the second verse is fine, and the last truly lover-like and touching : " Alas, sweet nymphs, my godhead 's all in vain ; For why? this breast includes immortal pain y " Scylla hath eyes, but two sweet eyes hath Scylla; Scylla hath hands, fair hands, but coy in touching : Scylla in wit surpasseth grave Sibylla : (This is the Sibyl of ^neas) Scylla hath words, but words well-stored with grutching ; Scylla, a saint in look, no saint in scorning, Look saint-like, Scylla, lest I die with mourning." 18 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. The modulation and antithetical turn of these verses will remind the reader not only of Lodge's friends, Peele and Greene, who had both a fine ear for music, but of Shakspeare's first production, Venus and Adonis, in which he exhibited that fondness for classical fable which never forsook him. It is remarkable indeed, that the old English poets, and those true successors of theirs whom we have seen in our own time, have been almost more Greek in this respect than the Greeks them- selves. Spenser was half made up of it; Milton could not help introducing it in Paradise Lost ; and it was rescued from the degradation it underwent in the French school of poetry, with its cant about the " Paphian bower," and its identifica- tions of Venus and Chloe, by the inspired Muse of Keats. The young English poet has told the present story in his " Endy- mion," though not in his best manner, except where he speaks of Circe ; of the inflictions of whose sorcery he gives a scene of the finest and most appalling description : " A sight too fearful for the feel of fear. " In thicket hid (It is Glaucus who is speaking, and whom the poet represents as having been beguiled into Circe's love) " In thicket hid I curs'd the haggard scene The banquet of my arms, my arbour queen, Seated upon an uptom forest root, And all around her shapes, wizard and brute, Laughing and wailing, groveling, serpenting. Fierce, wan. And tyrannizing was the lady's look, As over them a gnarled staff she shook." A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. J 9 The look of a sorceress, full of bad passions, was never painted more strongly than in the meeting of those epithets, " wan and tyrannizing ;" and the word " lady" makes the fierceness more shocking. But Keats had not the heart to make the love part of the story end unhappily, much less to endure the brutification of the lovely limbs of Scylla. He revived her to be put into a Lover's Elysium. So, in telling the story of Alpheus and Arethusa, he will not let Arethusa reject Alpheus willingly. He makes her lament the necessity as one of the train of Diana; and leaves us to conclude that the lovers became happy. It would hardly be necessary to tell any reader (only it is as pleasant to repeat these stories, as it is to hear beautiful old airs) that Alpheus was a river- god of Greece, who fell in love with the wood-nymph Arethuse ; and that the latter, praying for help to Diana, was converted into a stream, and pursued under land and sea by the other enamoured water, as far as the island of Sicily, where the streams became united. The strangeness of the adventure, and the beauty of the names, have made everybody in love with the story. All the world knows how " divine Alpheus," as Milton says " Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse ;" or rather they all knew \hQfact ; but the how, or manner of it, was a puzzle, till Keats related the adventure as it was wit- nessed by Endymion in a grotto under the sea. The lover of the Moon suddenly heard strange distant echoes, which seemed " The ghosts, the dying swells Of noises far away hist ! Hereupon He kept an anxious ear. The humming tone 20 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Came louder ; and behold ! there, as he lay, On either side out-gush'd, with misty spray, A copious spring ; and both together dash'd Swift, mad, fantastic round the rocks, and lash'd Among the conchs and shells of the lofty grot, Leaving a trickling dew." (These are the two living streams, one in pursuit of the other.) ii A^ last they shot Down from the ceiling's height, pouring a noise As of some breathless racers, whose hopes poise Upon the last few steps, and with spent force Along the ground they took a winding course. Endymion follow 'd, for it seem'd that one Ever pursued, the other strove to shun." After a while, he hears a whispering dialogue, in which the female voice shows plainly enough, that the speaker would stay if she might; but suddenly the severe face of Diana is before her, and in an instant fell Those two sad streams adown a fearful dell;" and Endymion puts up a prayer for their escape. When the writer of the present book was in Italy, he saw on a mantel-piece a card inscribed, Le Marquis de Retuse. This was the Frenchified denomination of a Sicilian nobleman, who, strangely combining Greek and Gothic in his title, was no less a personage than the Marquis of Arethusa I He was proprietor of the spot where the fountain exists under its old name, though, according to travellers, deplorably altered ; for it has become, says one of them, the public '* wash-tub ! " It is the Syracusan laundry. Divers, he informs us, are the jokes cracked on the " nymphs" that now attend it. Some A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 21 critics are of opinion, that such were the '* only nymphs" that ever existed ; and they are very merry over the fallen condition of the once exquisite Arethusa. Poor devils ! taking pains to vulgarize their perceptions, and diminish the amount of grace and joy. As if Arethusa, like themselves, were at the mercy of a homely association ; or all that had been written about her was no better than their own account with the laundress ! They flatter themselves. They leave her just where she was everywhere, and immortal. It may not be very pleasant to look for a poetic fountain, and find a laundry; but the imagination is a poor one indeed, which is to be over- whelmed by it. The nymphs of minds like these could never have been very different from laundresses, if the truth were known ; or, at the utmost, of little higher stock than such as laundresses and milliners are the making of There are two things, we confess, about the Sirens, that perplex us. In the first place, we never found anything par- ticularly attractive in the songs attributed to them, not even by Homer; and secondly, we are too much in the secret of their deformity. We know that they were ghastly monsters, bird-harpies with women's heads, and surrounded with human bones ; and the consequence is, we can never find them in the least degree enticing. It is to no purpose that they combine stringed with wind instruments, and a voice crowning all. One of them may call herself Fair- Goddess (Leucothea), and another Fine Voice (Ligeia), and the third, Maiden-Face (Parthenope). We know all about them, and are not to be taken in. It would require a dream as horrible as Coleridge's Pains of Sleep, to bring our antipathy into any communication with them to make us walk in our sleep towards their quarter : fi2 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. " Desire with loathing strangely mix'd, On wild and hateful ohjects fix'd ; Fantastic passions, maddening brawl, And shame and terror over all." When the modern poets turned the Sirens into mermaids, they vastly improved the breed. A woman, we grant, who is half a fish, is not a desideratum ; but she is better than a great human- faced bird hopping about; and besides, the conformation of the creatures being thus altered, we are not so sure they will do us harm, especially as the poets treat them with comparative respect, sometimes even with tenderness. The names above- mentioned acquire a double elegance in the adjurations of the Spirit in Comus : " By Thetis' tinsel-slipper 'd feet, And the songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's dear tomb, And fair Ligeia's golden comb. Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks. Sleeking her soft alluring locks.'" These alluring locks come home to us. We have seen such at our elbows, and can hear the comb passing through them. Spenser increased the number of the Sirens to five, and expressly designated them as mermaids : *' And now they nigh approached to the stead Whereas those mermaids dwelt. It was a still And calmy hay, on th' one side sheltered With the broad shadow of an hoary hill ; On th' other side an high rock towered still. That 'twixt them both a pleasant port they made, And did like an half theatre fulfil. There those five sisters had continual trade. And used to bathe themselves in that deceij)tful shaded Faerie Queene, Book ii., Canto 13. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 23 This line is so soft and gently drawn out, and the place altogether so sweet and natural, that when Sirens like these begin to sing, we really feel in danger. We do not wonder that the poet's hero desired his boatman to " ____ row easily, And let him hear some part of their rare melody." In fact, they are even now detaining us too long ; so we must push forward. We have kept the most beautiful of the Sicilian mythic stories to conclude with : for such, doubtless, is the Rape of Proserpine. It is full of the most striking contrasts of gran- deur and beauty. Both heaven and hell are in it the freshest vernal airs, with the depths of Tartarus ; and the hearts of a mother and daughter beat through all. It is a tale at once of the wildest preternaturalism and the most familiar domestic tenderness. The daughter of Ceres is gathering flowers, with other damsels of her own age, in the Vale of Enna, intent upon nothing but seeing who shall get the finest. Suddenly, in the midst of the violets and jonquils, there is an earthquake: a noise is heard like the coming of a thousand chariots ; the earth bursts open; and a rapid, majestic figure appears, like a swarthy Jupiter, who, sweeping by Proserpine, whirls her away with him into his car, and prepares to rush down through another opening. Of all her attendants, the nymph Cyane alone has the courage to bid him stop, and ask him why he dares take away the daughter of Ceres. He makes no answer, but, knitting his brows like thunderbolts, smites the fountain over which she presided with his iron mace, and dashes down through it with his prey. It is the King of Hell himself, tired 24 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. of celibacy, and resolved to have the fairest creature on earth for his wife. The cries of Proserpine become fainter as the earth closes over them; but they have been heard by Ceres herself, who comes, with all the speed of a divine being, to see what is the matter. She can discern nothing ; the tranquillity of the scene IS restored: Cyane has melted away in tears. The goddess seeks everywhere in vain. She travels by day and by night, lit by two flaming pines from Mount -^tna. At length she learns who has got her child; and, by the intervention of Jupiter, Proserpine is allowed to come to earth and see her. The mother and daughter are half drowned in tears, half absorbed in delight, and Jupiter would prevent their separa- tion, but is not able ; for Proserpine has eaten of a fatal fruit, compulsory of her continuance with Pluto; and all that can be done, is to stipulate for her being half a year with her mother, on condition of her being a good wife during the other half. Ceres makes a virtue of the necessity, seeing that her daughter is married to the brother of Jove ; and Proserpine is content to divide the throne of Tartarus, and walk in gardens of her own, splendid, though subterraneous. The ancient poets made these gardens consist of all the flowers which she had been accustomed to gather in Sicily ; but modern imagination, which (with leave be it said) is still finer than theirs, and sees beauty beyond its ordinary mani- festations in the fitness of things, and in the balance of good and evil, has told us, through the inspired medium of Spen- ser, that the garden was such a garden as might have been expected from " the grandeur of the glooms" in those lower regions: A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUiNT HYBLA. 25 " There mournful cypress grew in greatest store. And trees of bitter gall, and ebon sad, Deep-sleeping poppy, and black hellebore, Cold coloquintida, and tetra mad, Mortal samuitis, and cicuta bad. With which the unjust Athenians made to die Wise Socrates, who thereof quaffing glad Pourd out his life and last pliilosophy To the fair Critias, his dearest belamy. The Garden of Prosei'pina this hight ; And in the midst thereof a silver seaty With a thick arbour goodly overdight, In which she often used from open heat Herself to shroud, and pleasures to entreat ; Next thereunto did grow a goodly tree, With branches broad dispread, and body great, Clothed with leaves, that none the fruit might see, And loaden all with fruit as thick as it might be. Their fruit were golden apples, glistering bright." Faerie Queene, Book ii., Canto 7. Here we see, that Proserpine enjoyed herself in the lower regions, though among flowers of a different kind from those to which she had been accustomed. She became used to the place, and found pleasures even in Tartarus. And reasonably. First, because she needed them; and in the second place, because she knew there was good as well as evil there, and that the evil itself contained good. The hemlock was ** bad," inasmuch as it killed Socrates, but it was good, also, for many a medicinal cup. " Deep-sleeping poppy" was a very kindly fellow, if properly treated ; and all the flowers, after their kind, were full of beauty. Flowers cannot help being beautiful. Then there was the Silver Seat and the Golden Tree ; and it is 26 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. manifest, that the summer sun used to come there through some unknown ravine ; to say nothing of Wordsworth's " Calm pleasures and majestic pains." We do not, to be sure, see what good Tantalus's eternal thirst could have been to him, or the everlasting wheel to Ixion ; bu(, probably, on coming up to those gentlemen, we should have found they were visions, put there to make us " snatch a fearful joy" at thinking we were not among them in propria persona, And so we take leave of the beautiful ancient fables of Sicily, having found honey for our Jar even in the fields of Pluto. CHAPTEE III. GLANCES AT ANCIENT SICILIAN HISTORY AND BIOaRAPHY. VICISSITUDES OF SICILIAN GOVEKNMENT. GLANCES AT PHALARIS, STESICHORUS, EMPEDOCLES, HIERO I., SIMONIDES, EPICHARMUS, DIONYSIUS I., DAMON AND PYTHIAS, DAMOCLES, DIONYSIUS II., DION, PLATO, AGATHOCLES, HANNIBAL, HIERO II., THEOCRITUS, ARCHIMEDES, MARCELLUS, VERRES ; AND PARTICULARS RELATING TO GELLIAS. ICILY being one of those small, beau- tiful, and abundant countries which ex- cite the cupidity of larger ones, has had as many foreign masters as the poor Princess of Baby- lon in Boccaccio, who, on her way 50 bands. Italian ki to be married to ^S^r- the King of Col- chos, fell into the hands of nine hus- First, in all probability, came subjugators from the continent ; then Phoenicians, or commercial invaders ; 28 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. then, undoubtedly, Greeks ; then Carthaginians ; then Romans, Goths, Saracens, Normans, Germans, Frenchmen, Spaniards, Gallo- Spaniards, Frenchmen again, Gallo- Spaniards again ; and in the possession of these last it remains. Under the Greeks, its cities grew into powerful independent states. Syracuse was once twenty-two miles in circumference. The most prominent names in the ancient history of Sicily are touched upon in the following list. Phalaris, tyrant of Agrigentum, who roasted people in a brazen bull, in which he was ultimately made to roar himself. That is to say, if the bull be true. For the reign of this prince was at so remote a period, and the excitement of exaggera- tion is so tempting, that the sight of the bull in after times proves no more than was proved by the brazen wolf of Rom- ulus and Remus. The age of Phalaris was that of the prophet Daniel. Stesichorus, a majestic lyrical poet, in one of whose frag- ments is to be found the beautiful fiction of the Golden Boat of the Sun. The Sun-God sails in it, invisibly, round the northern sea in the night-time, so as to be ready to re-appear in the east in the morning. Empedocles, the Pythagorean philosopher. He is accused of leaping into ^tna, in the hope of being supernaturally missed, and so taken for a god a project betrayed by the ejection of one of his brazen sandals. But a philosopher may perish by a volcano, as Pliny did, Avithout giving envy a right to make him a laughing-stock. Hiero the First, of Syracuse ; a bad prince, but a possessor of good horses and charioteers ; for whose victories in the Olym- pic games liis name has become celebrated by means of Pindar. Hiero is the great name in the Racing Calendar of antiquity. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 29 Simonides, the elegaic poet. He was a native of Ceos, but lived much, and died, in Sicily, where he was a great favourite. His repeated delays and final answer to Hiero, when desired to give a definition of the Deity, have been deservedly celebrated, and are a lesson to presumption for all time. He first requested a day to consider; then two more days; then doubled and redoubled the number ; till the king, demanding the reason of this conduct, was told by the poet, that " the longer he con- sidered the question, the more impossible he found it to answer." Epicharmus, the supposed founder of comedy. He was a great philosopher as well as poet, and furnished no little matter to Plato. He died at ninety, some say at ninety- seven, a longevity attributable to the moderation of his way of life, and the serenity of his temper. He says in one of his frag- ments : " A darling and a grace is Peace of Mind ; She lives next door to Temperance." Dionysms, tyrant of Syracuse, (the Elder.) He wrote bad verses; slept in a bed with a trench round it and a draw- bridge; and, for fear of a barber, burnt away his beard with hot walnut- shells. What a razor! Dionysius had abilities enough to become the more hateful for his capricious and detestable qualities. Probably he had a spice of madness in him, which power exasperated. Ariosto has turned him to fine account in his personification of Suspicion. Damon and Pythias, the famous friends. One of them became surety to Dionysius for the other's appearance at 'the scaffold, and was not disappointed. Dionysius begged to be admitted a third in the partnership ! the most ridiculous thing, perhaps, that even the tyrant ever did. 30 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Damocles, the courtly gentleman, who pronounced Diony- sius the happiest man on earth. He was treated by his master to a " proof of the pudding" which tyrants eat. He sat crowned at the head of a luxurious banquet, in the midst of odours, music, and homage; and saw, suspended by a hair over his head, a naked sword. This, it must be confessed, was a happy thought of the royal poet a practical epigram of the very finest point. Dionysius, tyrant of Syracuse, (the Younger,) who, on his ejection from the throne, is said to have become a school- master at Corinth; "in order," says Cicero, "that he might still be a scourger somehow." Dion, his relation, and Timoleon of Corinth, the great but unhappy fratricide; both of whom advanced the liberties of Syracuse. Plato ; who visited both the Dionysiuses, to induce them to become philosophers ! He might as well have asked tigers in a sheepfold to prefer a dish of green peas. Agathocles the Potter, tyrant of the whole island ; who piqued himself on outdoing the cruelties of Phalaris. His objection to the brazen bull was, that you could not see the face of the person tortured ; so he invented a hollow iron man with an open visor, in order that he might contemplate the face of the occupant, while heating over a slow fire. But let us hope the story is not true ; for, though things as horrible have taken place in the world, the wicked themselves have been calumniated. Hannibal, during the Punic wars. You see him, at this period of time, looming in the distance over every other object, and standing in Sicily like a great visiting giant. He is accounted, we believe, on military authority, the greatest cap- A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 31 tain that ever lived. So different is success in art from pros- perity in fortune. Hiero the Second, of Syracuse. A prudent and popular ally of the Komans. He showed no great favour to Theocritus. He built a huge toy-ship, in which were gardens, a wrestling- ground, rooms full of pictures and statues, floors with subjects from Homer painted in mosaic, and eight fortified towers ! We should like to know what Tom Bowhng would have said to it. When it was completed, it was found that there was no harbour in Sicily fit to receive it; so the king sent it as a present to Ptolemy Philadelphus of Egypt. Theocritus, the great pastoral and miscellaneous poet, for pastoral was not his only, or his highest excellence. Circum- stances appear to have made a present of him also, as well as the ship, to King Ptolemy ; for Hiero neglected, and Phila- delphus patronized him. Archimedes, kinsman of Hiero. His wonderful mechanical inventions are among the daily instruments of utility all over the world. The Romans were obliged to suspend their opera- tions against Syracuse, solely by the terror he occasioned them with his cranes that lifted their ships, and his glasses that burnt them. When the city was taken, orders were given to spare the great man, and bring him before the Roman general, that he might be duly honoured ; but a stupid soldier unwittingly despatched him, provoked at having been requested to wait while the philosopher finished a problem. The problem part of the story is not very likely. Sir Isaac Newton carried abstraction far enough, when he forgot that he had eaten his dinner, or when he used a lady's finger for a tobacco-stopper ; but an engineer for- getting his own city while it was being taken by storm and howling about his ears, seems a little too hard a sample of it. 32 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Marcellus, the Koman general on this occasion. His eyes are said to have filled with tears at the thought of all that was going to happen to the conquered city. He was the first successful opposer of Hannibal. When reproached for carrying ofi" paintings and other works of art from Sicily, he said he did it to refine the minds of his countrymen. His tears render every anecdote of him precious to posterity. Verres, one of the governors of Sicily while it was a Roman province; infamous for the tyranny and effrontery of his extortions, even if but half of what Cicero said of him was true : for we must confess that we seldom believe more of what is told us by that illustrious talker ; especially as he warns us against himself, by contradicting in one passage what he says in another. Vide his recommendations of people in his letters, and his discommendations of them in other letters, privately sent at the same time. Also, his vituperations and panegyrics of the same individuals concerned in the civil wars, just as it suited him to condemn or to court them ; to say nothing of his divorces and weddings for interest's sake. We have said the more of him in this pl^ce because he too, at one time, held the office of governor in Sicily, where he discovered the tomb of Archimedes a memorial, alas ! forgotten by the philosopher's countrymen in less than a century and a half after his death ! They wanted to "stand out" Cicero, that there was no such thing. However, they had not forgotten Theocritus. The greatest mechanical movers of the earth aff'ect the imagination less than they ought to do, and the heart not at all. The lever and the screw, as the steam-engine will, become homely common-places; whereas love and song, and the beauties of Nature, are sought with transport, like holidays after business. The names thus enumerated (for little or no interest attends A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 38 the Goth and Vandal portion of the history of this island), may be said to point to all the characters of any importance in Sicilian antiquity, one only excepted. This individual we have kept to the last, though he was little more than a private person, and is not at all famous. But we have a special regard for him ; far more indeed, than for most of those that have been mentioned ; and we think that such of our readers as are not already acquainted with him, will have one too ; for he was of that tip-top class of human beings called Good Fellows, and a very prince of the race. What renders him a still better fellow than he might otherwise have been, and doubles his heroical qualities in discerning eyes, is, that he was but an insignificant little body to look at, and not very well- shaped; a mannikin, in short, that Sir Godfrey Kneller's nephew, the slave-trader, who rated the painter and his friend Pope at less than " ten guineas' " worth " the pair," would probably not have valued at more than two pounds five. The name of this great unknown was GeUias, and you must search into bye- corners, even of Sicilian history, to find any- thing about him ; but he was just the man for our Jar; sweet as the honey that Samson found in the jaws of the lion. GeUias was the richest man in the rich city of Agrigentum. The Agrigentines, according to a saying of their countryman Empedocles, were famous for " building as if they were to live for ever, and feasting as if they were to die next day." But they were as good-natured and hospitable as they were festive ; and GeUias, in accordance with the superiority of his circnm- stances, was the most good-natured and hospitable of them aU. His magnificence resembled that of a Barmecide. Slaves were stationed at the gates of his noble mansion to invite strangers to enter. His cellar had three hundred reservoirs cut in the 34 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. solid rock, each containing seven hundred gallons of wine at their service. One day five hundred horsemen halted at his door, who had been overtaken by a storm. He lodged and entertained them all ; and, by way of dry clothes, made each man a present of a new tunic and robe. His wit appears to have been as ready as it was pungent. He was sent ambassador on some occasion to the people of Centauripa, a place at the foot of Mount ^tna. When he rose in the assembly to address them, his poor little figure made so ridiculous a contrast with his mission, that they burst into fits of laughter. Gellias waited his time, and then requested them not to be astonished; "for," said he, '* it is the custom with Agrigentum to suit the ambassador to his locality; to send noble-looking persons to great cities, and insignificant ones to the insignificant." The combined magnanimity and address of this sarcasm are not to be surpassed. Ambassadors are privileged people ; but they have not always been spared by uTitated multitudes; yet our hero did not hesitate to turn the ridicule of the Centauripans on themselves. He "showed up" the smallness of their pretensions, both as a community and as observers. He did not blink the fact of his own bodily insignificance too sore a point with little people in general, notwithstanding the fact that many of the greatest spirits of the world have resided in fi'ames as petty. He made it the very ground for ex- posing the still smaller pretensions of the souls and under- standings of his deriders. Or, supposing that he said it with a good-humoured smile, with an air of rebuke to then better sense, still the address was as great, and the magnanimity as candid. He not only took the " bull by the horns," but turned it with his mighty little hands into a weapon of A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 35 triumph. Such a man, insignificant as his general exterior may have been, must, after all, have had something fine in some part of it something great in some part of its expres- sion ; probably fine eyes, and a smile full of benignity. Gellias proved that his soul was of the noblest order, not only by a princely life, but by the heroical nature of his death. Agrigentum lay on the coast opposite Carthage. It had been a flourishing place, partly by reason of its commerce with that city ; but was at last insulted by it and subdued. Most of the inhabitants fled. Among those who remained was Gellias. He fancied that his great wealth, and his renown for hos- pitality, would procure him decent treatment. Finding, how- ever, that the least to be expected of the enemy was captivity, he set fire to a temple into which he had conveyed his wealth, and perished with it in the flames ; thus, says Stolberg, at once preventing " the profanation of the place, the enriching of the foe, and the disgrace of slavery." There ought to be a book devoted to the history of those whos^ reputations have not received their due. It would make a curious volume. It would be old in the materials, novel in the interest, and of equal delight and use. It is a startling reflection, that while men, such as this Gellias, must be dug up from the by-ways of history, its high road is three- parts full of people who would never have been heard of, but for accidents of time and place. Take, for instance, the majority of the Koman emperors, of those of Germany, of the turbulent old French noblesse, and indeed of three-fourths, perhaps nine-tenths of historical names all over the world. The reflection, nevertheless, suggests one of a more consolatory kind, namely, that genius and great qualities are not the only things to be considered in this world ; that common-place also 30 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. has its right to he heard ; common affections and common wants ; aye, the more in the latter case, because they are com- mon. The worst of it is, that common-place in power, is not fond of allowing this right to its brother common-place out of it. The progress of knowledge, however, tends to a greater im- partiality ; and the consideration of this fact must be the honey, meantime, to many a bitter thought. ir CHAPTEE IV. THEOCRITUS. PASTOEAL POETRY. SPECIMENS OF THE STRENGTH AND COMIC HUMOUR OF THEOCRITUS THE PRIZE-FIGHT BETWEEN POLLUX AND AMYCUS THE SYRACUSAN GOSSIPS. ASTOKAL poetry is supposed to have origi- nated in Si- cily, at one and the same time with comedy. At all events, it was perfected there. Comedy is understood to have been suggested by the licence with which it was the custom for peasants to rail at passen- gers, and at one another, during the jollity of the vintage ; and pastoral poetry was at first no- thing but the more rustical part of comedy. Its great master, Theocritus, arose during a period 38 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. of refinement; and being a man of a universal genius, with a particular regard for the country, perfected this homelier kind of pastoral, and at the same time anticipated all the others. His single scenes are the germ of the pastoral drama. He is as clownish as Gay, as domestic as Allan Eamsay, as elegant as Virgil and Tasso, and (with the allowance for the difference between ancient and modern imagination) as poetical as Fletcher; and in passion he beats them all. In no other pastoral poetry is there anything to equal his Polyphemus. The world has long been sensible of this superiority. But, in one respect, even the world has not yet done justice to Theocritus. The world, indeed, takes a long time, or must have a two-fold blow given it as manifest and sustained as Shakspeare's, to entertain two ideas at once respecting anybody. It has been said of wit, that it indisposes people to admit a serious claim on the part of its possessor ; and pastoral poetry subjects a man to the like injustice, by reason of its humble modes of life, and its gentle scenery. People suppose that he can handle nothing stronger than a crook. They should read Theocritus's account of Hercules slaying the lion, or of the " stand-up fight," the regular and tremendous " set-to," between Pollux and Amycus. The best Moulsey-Hurst business was a feather to it. Theocritus was a son of ^tna all peace and luxuriance in ordinary, all fire and wasting fiiry when he chose it.# He was a genius equally potent and universal; and it is a thousand pities that unknown circumstances in his life hindered him from compfeting the gigantic fragments, which seem to have been portions of some intended great work on the deeds of Hercules, perhaps on the Argonautic Expedi- tion. He has given us Hercul^ and the Serpents, Hercules and Hylas, Hercules and the Lion, and the pugi^istical contest of A JAR OF HONEY FKOM MOUNT HYBLA. 39 the demigod's kinsmeD with a barbarian; and the epithala- mium of their relation Helen may have been designed as a portion of the same multifarious poem an anticipation of the romance of modern times, and of the glory of Ariosto. What a loss ! * In the poem on the Prize-fight (for such is really the subject, the prize being the vanquished man), Pollux the demigod, one of the sons of Leda by Jupiter, goes to shore from the ship Argo, with his brother Castor, to get some water. They arrive at a beautiful fountain in a wood, by the side of which is sitting a huge overbearing-looking fellow (avT}/) uTTspoTrXoi, man presuming on his strength), who returns their salutation with insolence. The following, without any great violence to the letter of the ancient dialogue, may be taken as a sample of its spirit. The ruffian is addressed by Pollux. THE PKIZE-FIGHT BETWEEN 1>0LLUX AND AMYCUS. Good day, friend. What sort of people, pray, live hereabouts? Ruffian. I see no good day when I see strangers. P. Don't be disturbed. We are honest people who ask the question, and come of an honest stock. * There have been writers who concluded that Theocritus did not write some of these poems, because the style of them differed from that of his pastorals. "As though (says Mr. Chapman, his best translator) the same poet could not possibly excel in different styles." But this is the way the opinions we have alluded to come up. A writer's powers are turned against himself, and his very property is to be denied him, because critics of this kind have brains for nothing but one species of handicraft. It is lucky for the human being in the abstract, that he is gifted with tears and smiles ; otherwise one or the other of those natural possessions would assuredly have been called in question. In fact, the marvel is, not that genius should deal in both, but that it should ever show itself incapable of either. Exclusive gravity and exclusive levity are alike a solecism, as far as regards the common source of emotion, which is sensitiveness to impressions. 40 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. R. I 'm not disturbed at all, aiid don't require to learn it from such as you. P. You 're an ill-mannered, insolent clown. R. I 'm such as you see me. I never came meddling with you in i your country. P. (good-humouredly.) Come and meddle, and we '11 help you to a little hospitality to take home with you. R. Keep it to yourselves : I neither give nor take. P. (smiling) Well, my good friend, may we have a taste of your spring ? R. Ask your throats when they 're diYj. P. Come, what's your demand for it? What are we to pay? R. Hands up, and man against man. P. What, a fight ; or is it to be a kicking-match ? R. A fight ; and I would advise you to look about you. P. 1 do, and can't even see my antagonist. R. Here he sits. You 11 find me no woman, I can tell you. P. Good ; and what are we to fight for ? What 's the prize ? R. Submission. If you win, I 'm to be at your service ; and if I win, you 're to be at mine. P. Why those are the terms of cocks upon dunghills. R. Cocks or lions, those are my terms, and you '11 have the water on no other. With these words, Amycus (for it was he a son of Neptune and the greatest pugilist but one, then known in the world) blew a blast on a shell, and a multitude of long- haired Bebrycians (his countrymen) came pom'ing in about the plane-tree, under which he had been sitting. Castor went and called his brother shipmates out of the Argo, and the combatants, putting on their gauntlets, faced one another, and set to. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 41 ROUND THE FIRST. The contest began by trying to see which of the two should get the sun in his rear. Pollux obtained this advantage over the big man by dint of his wit (for though a demigod himself, he was less in bulk). The giant, finding the sun full on his face, pushed forward in a rage ; and striking out farther than he intended, laid himself open to a blow on the chin. This enraged him the more ; and pushing still forward, he hung in a manner over his enemy, thinking with his huge body to bear him down. His people encouraged the project with a great shout; and the Argonauts, not to be behind hand, gave their champion another; for, in truth, they were not without appre- hensions as to the result, seeing how enormous the body was. But the son of Jove slipped hither and thither, lacerating him all the while with double quick blows, and thus repulsing the endeavour. Amycus was compelled fairly to hold himself up as well as he could, for he was drunk with blows, and so he stood, vomiting blood. The noise of voices arose on all sides from the spectators, for his face was a mass of ulcers ; and it was so swollen that you could hardly see his eyes. The son of Jove kept him still in a state of confusion, forcing him to waste his strength and spirits by striking out hither and thither to no purpose. At last, on seeing him about to lose his senses, he planted a final blow on the top of his nose, betwixt the eyebrows, and the giant fell at his length on the grass, with his face upwards. ROUND THE SECOND. Amycus rose on recovering his senses, and the fight was renewed with double fury. The dull-witted giant thought to knock the life out of his antagonist speedily, by striking heavily 42 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. at his chest; but, by this proceeding, he again laid his face open, and the invincible Pollux disfigured and made it a heap of filth with unseemly blows. The flesh, which had before been so puffed up, now seemed to subside and melt away ; the whole huge creature seemed to become little, while the less one assumed a greater aspect, and looked fresher for his toil. " Say, Muse, for thou knowest," how it was that the son of Jove finally overcame " the gluttonous"^ giant. *' Thinking to do something great, the big Bebrycian," leaning out of the right line, caught in his left hand the left hand of his adversary, and bringing forth from his side his own huge right one, aimed a blow, which, had it struck where it intended, would have done mischief; but the son of Jove stooped from under it, and, emerging, gave his enemy such a blow on the left temple as made it spout with blood. He assisted the blow, directly, with another on the mouth, given by the hand which the giant had let drop ; and crashing his teeth with the weight of it, followed it with a general clatter on the face, which mashed it a second time, and rendered resist- ance hopeless. Heavily fell Amycus to the ground, having no more heart, and raising his hands as he fell, in sign of throwing up the contest. " But nothing unbefitting thy worthiness, didst thou inflict, pugilist Polydeuctes, on the conquered. Only he made him take a great oath calling on his father Neptune out of the sea to witness it that never more would he do anything grievous to those who sought his hospitality." * AS7)cara xaTTov oXcuvrat, H TNT HYBLA. not tolerate. It was a pity; for there are passages in the *' Faithful Shepherdess" as lovely as poet could write. We are never tired of hearing " How the pale Phcebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; Hoiv she conveyed him softly in a sleep, His temples bound with poppy, to the steep Head of old Latmos, where she stoops each night, Gilding the mountain with her brother's light. To kiss her sweetest.'' So of the dessert gathered by the Satyr for the nymph Syrinx : " Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good ; Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them ; Deign, oh, fairest fair, to take them. For these black-eyed Driope Hath often times commanded me With my clasped knee to climb ; See how well the lusty time Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread. Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green ; These are of that luscious meat, The great god Pan himself doth eat ; All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, [ freely oiler, and ere long Will bring you more, more sweet and strong ; Till then humbly leave I take, Lest the great Pan do awake, A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 103 That sleeping lies in a deep glade Under a broad beech's shade. I must go, I must run, Swifter than the fiery sun.'" See also the love made by the river-god at the end of the third Act, which we have not room to quote ; and the Satyr's account of dawn, which opens with the four most exquisite lines per- haps in the whole play : " See, the day begins to break, And the light shoots like a streak Of subtle fire. The wind blows cold. While the morning doth ujifold.'" Who has not felt this mingled charmingness and chilliness (we do not use the words for the sake of the alhteration) at the first opening of the morning ! Yet none but the finest poets venture upon thus combining pleasure with something that might be thought a drawback. But it is truth ; and it is truth, in which the beauty surmounts the pain; and therefore they give it. And how simple and straightforward is every word I There are no artificial tricks of composition here. The words are not suggested to the truth by the author, but to the author by the truth. We feel the wind blowing as simply as it does in nature ; so that if the reader be artificially trained, and does not bring a feeling for truth with him analogous to that of the poet, the very simplicity is in danger of losing him the percei)tion of the beauty. And yet there is art as well as nature in the verses ; for art in the poet must perfect what nature does by her own art. Observe, for instance, the sudden and strong emphasis on the word shoots, and the variety of tone and modulation in the whole passage, with the judicious exceptions of the two 104 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. OS in the wind " blows cold," which have the solemn continuous sound of what it describes: also, the corresponding ones in " doth unfold," which maintain the like continuity of the growing daylight. And exquisite, surely, is the dilatory and golden sound of the word " morning " between them : " The wind blows cold, While the mor-iiing doth unfold." Milton's, " Comus," though not equal throughout to the " Faithful Shepherdess " in descriptive judgment, (for it talks of "groves of myrrh and cinnamon" on the banks of a British river,) is altogether a finer poem, and a far better recommenda- tion of chastity. Indeed, it might rather have been called " Cas- titas" than " Comus ; " for " Comus " has little justice done to his powers of temptation. Perhaps Fletcher's failure in recommend- ing chastity, suggested the hope of surpassing him to Milton. His emulation of particular passages in the " Faithful Shepherdess," particularly on that subject, has been noticed by the commenta- tors. But " Comus" is a mask, not a pastoral. It can hardly even be called a pastoral mask ; for the shepherd is the least person in it ; and though the Italians identify the pastoral with the sylvan drama, or fable transacted in the woods, which are the scene of action in " Comus," the reader feels that the woods have really almost as little to do with it as the fields ; that the moral, in fact, is all in all ; which is the reason why nobody takes very heartily to the subject, especially as Milton acts in morals like a kind of solemn partizan, and does not run, like Shakspeare, the whole circle of humanity in arguing his question. Milton's only real pastoral (with the exception of the country part of the Allegro) is his allegorical monody on the death of his friend King, the Lycidas; and a beautiful one it A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. J 05 is, though Dr. Johnson, in his one-sided misapplication of a right principle, laughed at grief which departs from the ordinary phases of life, and which talks of nymphs and river- gods, and " satyrs with cloven heel." " Grief," he said, " does not talk of such things ;" to which Warton said very truly, " But Poetry does;" and he might have added (still more literally than he puts it), that Grief does so too, when it is the grief of one young poet mourning for another. Johnson says that Milton and his friend were not " nursed on the same hill," as repre- sented in Lycidas; and that they did not "feed the same flock," &c. But they were, and they did. They were nursed on the same hill of Arcady, and fed the same flock of the ideal pastoral life ; and very grievous it was for them to he torn asunder, to be deprived by death of their mutual delight in Theocritus, and Virgil, and Spenser, the beloved haunts of their minds, things which it has agonized friends and poets to be torn away from, both before and since the time of Milton, however little they may have been cared for by dear, good, dictatorial, purblind, un-ideal Dr. Johnson, whose world, though it was a wit's and a sage's world, too, was not the universal and still sager world of the poet, but made up (exclusively) of the Strand, hypochondria, charity, bigotry, wit, argument, and a good dinner ; a pretty region, but not the green as well as smoky world of Nature and Shakspeare. Fault has been found also with the intermixture of theology in Lycidas ; but it is to be defended on the same gi'ound namely, that Milton's young friend studied theology with him as well as poetry; and hence the propriety of introducing the pilot of the Galilean lake. One ought to be grateful for it, if only for its giving the poet occasion to dismiss the solemn vision, and encourage, in 106 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. those lovely verses, the beautiful fictions of Paganism and Theocritus to come back : ^' Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks. On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes. That on the green turf suck the honied showers. And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies. The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy, /rmfeW with jet, The glowing violet. The musk-rose and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan, that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed. And daffodillies Jill their cups with tears. To strew the laureat herse where Lycid lies. * iic ^ * * * Thus sang the swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey." These are the chief pastoral writers in the language, of the ideal class. Pope professed to be a classical pastoral writer, and split, accordingly, on the hard rock of Latin imitation. Even Gay's burlesque pastoral was better, for it went to the real fields for its imagery ; and Phillips would have surpassed both, if he had not been afiected. His verses from Copen- hagen, describing a northern winter, are fresh from Nature. Allan Ramsay is the prince of the homely pastoral drama. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 107 Burns wrote in this class of poetry at no such length as Ramsay ; but he was pastoral poetry itself, in the shape of an actual, glorious peasant, vigorous as if Homer had written him, and tender as generous strength, or as memories of the grave. Ramsay and he have helped Scotland for ever to take pride in its heather, and its braes, and its bonny rivers, and be ashamed of no beauty or honest truth, in high estate or in low; an incalculable blessing. Ramsay, to be sure, with all his genius, and though he wrote an entire and excellent dramatic pastoral, in five legitimate acts, is but a small part of Burns : is but a field in a corner compared with the whole Scots pastoral region. He has none of Burns's pathos ; none of his grandeur ; none of his burning energy ; none of his craving after universal good. How universal is Burns I What mirth in his cups! What softness in his tears! What sympathy is his very satire I What manhood in everything! If Theocritus, the inventor of a loving and affecting Polyphe- mus, could have foreseen the verses on the " Mouse " and the " Daisy" turned up with plough, the " Tam o' Shanter," " Willie brew'd a peck o' maut," " Ye banks and Braes o' bonnie Doon," &c., (not to mention a hundred others, which have less to do with our subject,) tears of admiration would have rushed into his eyes. Nevertheless Allan Ramsay is not only entitled to the de- signation we have given him, but in some respects is the best pastoral writer in the world. There are, in truth, two sorts of genuine pastoral the high ideal of Fletcher and Milton, which is justly to be considered the more poetical, and the homely ideal, as set forth by Allan Ramsay and some of the Idyls of Theocritus, and which gives us such feelings of nature and passion as poetical rustics not only can, but have enter- 108 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT IIYBLA. tained, and eloquently described. And we think the " Gentle Shepherd," " in some respects," the best pastoral that ever was written, not because it has anything, in a poetical point of view, to compare with Fletcher and Milton, but because there is, upon the whole, more faith and more love in it, and because the kind of idealized truth which it undertakes to represent, is delivered in a more corresponding and satisfactory form than in any other entire pastoral drama. In fact, the " Gentle Shepherd" has no alloy whatsoever to its pretensions, such as they are no failure in plot, language, or character nothing answering to the coldness and irrelevances of " Comus," nor to the offensive and untrue violations of decorum in the " Wanton Shepherdess" of Fletcher's pastoral, and the pedantic and os- tentatious chastity of his Faithful one. It is a pure, healthy, natural, and (of its kind) perfect plant, sprung out of an un- luxuriant but not ungenial soil ; not hung with the beauty and fragrance of the productions of the higher regions of Parnassus ; not waited upon by spirits and enchanted music ; a dog-rose, if you will ; say rather, a rose in a cottage-garden, dabbled with the morning dew, and plucked by an honest lover to give to his mistress. Allan Eamsay's poem is not only a probable and pleasing story, containing charming pictures, much knowledge of life, and a good deal of quiet humour, but in some respects it may be called classical, if by classical is meant ease, precision, and unsuperfluousness of style. Ramsay's diction is singularly straightforward, seldom needing the assistance of inversions; and he rarely says anything for the purpose of "filling up;" two freedoms from defect the reverse of vulgar and common- place ; nay, the reverse of a great deal of what pretends to be fine writing, and is received as such. We confess we never A JAR OF HONEY FEOM MOUNT HYBLA. 109 tire of dipping into it, "on and off," any more than into Fletcher, or Milton, or into Theocritus himself, who, for the union of something higher with true pastoral, is unrivalled in short pieces. The " Gentle Shepherd" is not a forest, nor a mountain-side, nor Arcady ; but it is a field full of daisies, with a brook in it, and a cottage " at the sunny end ;" and this we take to be no mean thing, either in the real or the ideal world. Our Jar of Honey may well lie for a few moments among its heather, albeit filled from Hybla. There are bees, " look you," in Habbie's How. Theocritus and Allan shake hands over a shepherd's pipe. Take the beginning of Scene ii., Act i., both for description and dialogue : " A flowrie howm between twa verdant braes, Where lassies use to wash and spread their claes ; A trottin hirnie wimplin through the ground. Its channel peebles shining smooth and round. Here view twa barefoot beauties, clean and clear, First please your eye, next gratify your ear, While Jenny what she wishes discommeyids. And Meg, with better sense, true love defends. " Jenny. Come, Meg, let 's fa' to work upon this green, This shining day will bleach our linen clean : The waters clear, the lift unclouded blue, Will make them like a lily wet wV dew. " Peggy. Gae far'er up the burn to Habbie's How, Where a' the sweets o' spring and simmer grow ; There 'tween twa hirks, out ower a little lin. The water fas, and maks a singin din; A pool breast-deep, beneath as clear as glass, Kisses, wi easy whirls, the bordering grass, 110 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. We '11 end our washing while the morning 's cool, And when the day grows het, we '11 to the pool, There wash oursells ; 't is healthfu' now in May, And sweetly cauler on sae warm a day." This is an out-door picture. Here is an in-door one quite as good nay, better. While Peggy laces up her bosom fair, With a blue snood Jenny binds up her hair ; Glaud by his morning ingle takes a beek ; The rising sun shines motty through the reek ; A pipe his mouth, the lasses please his een, And now and then his joke maun intervene.'' We would quote, if we could only it might not look so proper, when isolated the whole song at the close of Act the Second. The first line of it alone is worth all Pope's pastorals put together, and (we were going to add) half of those of Virgil ; but we reverence too much the great follower of the Greeks, and true lover of the country. There is more sentiment, and equal nature, in the song at the end of Act the Fourth. Peggy is taking leave of her lover, who is going abroad : " At setting day and rising mom Wi' saul that still shall love thee, I '11 ask o' Heaven thy safe return, Wi' a' that can improve thee. 1 11 visit aft the birkin bush, Where first thou kindly tauld me Sweet tales of love, and hid my blush. Whilst round thou did'st in/aid me. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Ill " To a' our haunts I will repair, To greenwood, shaw, or fountain; Or where the summer day I 'd share Wi' thee upon yon mountain. There will I tell the trees and flowers Frae thoughts unfeign'd and tender, By vows you 're mine, hy love is yours A heart that cannot wander." The charming and so (to speak) natural flattery of the loving delicacy of this distinction " By vows you 're mine, by love is yours," was never surpassed by a passion the most refined. It reminds us of a like passage in the anonymous words (Shakspeare might have written them) of the fine old English madrigal by Ford, " Since first I saw your face." Perhaps Ford himself wrote them ; for the author of that music had sentiment enough in him for anything. The passage we allude to is *' What, I that loved, and you that liked, Shall we begin to wrangle ?" The highest refinement of the heart, though too rare in most classes, is luckily to be found in all ; and hence it is, that cer- tain meetings of extremes in lovers of difierent ranks in life are not always to be attributed either to a failure of taste on the one side, or unsuitable pretensions on the other. Scottish dukes have been known to meet with real Gentle- Shepherd 112 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. heroines ; and everybody knows the story of a lowly Countess of Exeter, who was too sensitive to survive the disclosure of the rank to which her lover had raised her. CHAPTER IX. ENGLISH PAST ORAL. -(Concluded.) PASTORALS OF WILLIAM BROWNE. PASTORAL MEN: CERVANTES- BOCCACCIO CHAUCER COWLEY THOMSON SHENSTONE, ETC. ONLY undramatic pastorals in the language worth mention are those of Browne, a young poet, who wrote in the beginning of the reign of James the First. He w^on the praises of Drayton and Ben Jonson, and may remind the reader of some of the earlier poems of Keats. He was a real poet, with a great love of external nature, and much delicacy and generosity of sentiment ; and had his judgment been matured, would now have been as much admired by the many as he is regarded by the few. His verses are of such 114 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. unequal merit, that it is difficult to select any long passage, or scarcely, indeed, any short one, that does not contain matter unworthy of him ; yet in all may be discerned promise, in many sweetness and beauty, in some grandeur ; and there is nobody who loves poets of the Spenser school, but will have a consider- able bit of lurking affection, in the green places of his heart, for William Browne, and lament that he did not live to become famous. Much of his " Britannia's Pastorals," as he called them, was written before he was twenty. They were collected into a body of English verse, for the first time, by Anderson ; but Davies published an edition in three volumes duodecimo ; they have been lately reprinted in two ; and the lover of poetry and field- walks, who is not always in a mood for higher stimu- lants, and who can recognise beauty in a hedge-row elm as well as a forest, may reckon himself lucky in being able to put one of them in his pocket. The pastorals consist of a story with a number of episodes, none of which, or story either, can we ever remember ; so we will say nothmg more about them. The names of the persons hum in our ears, and we have some conception of two or three of the incidents ; but the scenes in which they take place, the landscapes, the pasto- ral images, the idealized country manners, these are what we are thinking of while the story is going on ; just as a man should be hearing some local history while going over meadows and stiles, and glancing all the while about him instead of pay- ing it attention. We shall, therefore, devote this article to passages marked with our pen ; as the same man might go over the ground afterwards in other company, and say, *' There is the church I spoke of, in the trees" " Yonder is the passage I mentioned, into the wood" " Here the ivy full of the singing- birds." We may, perhaps, over-rate Browne, out of affection for A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 115 the things he likes to speak of; but sometimes his powers are not to be mistaken. He calls Oephalus, whom Aurora loved, him " Whose name was worn Witliin the bosom of the blushing mom.'" Music is " The soul of art, best loved when love is by" Raleigh, spoken of under the character of a shepherd, is a ''swain " Whom all the Graces kissed ;" and Pan, a god that " With gentle nymphs in forests high Kissd out the sweet time of his infancy." That is very beautiful. Warton, in his " History of Poetry," has expressed his admiration of a " charm" in Browne's " Inner Temple Masque," in which, down by the banks of Lethe, dew- drops are said to be for ever hanging " On the limber grass. Poppy and mandragoras ;" and Lethe is described as flowing " Without coil, Softly, like a stream of oil." The fourth eclogue of his " Shepherd's Pipe" is thought, not improbably, to have been in the recollection of Milton, 116 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. when he wrote Lycidas. Like that poem, it is an elegy on the death of a friend. The line marked in the following quatrain might have appeared in Lycidas, without any injury to it. It is, indeed, very Miltonic : " In deepest passions of my grief-swoH'n breast, Sweet soul ! this only comfort seizeth me, That so few years should make thee so much blest, And give such wings to reach eternity.'' In this poem is a description of autumn, in which the different metres are unfortunately but ill-assorted : they look like bits of elegies begun on different plans; but the third line of the first quatrain is well felt ; the fourth not unworthy of it ; the watery meadows are capitally painted ; and the closing stanza is like an affecting one taken out of some old English ballad : " Autumn it was, when droop'd the sweetest flowers, And rivers, swollen with pride, o'erlook'd the banks; Poor grew the day of summer s golden hours, And void of sap stood Ida's cedar ranks. " The pleasant meadows sadly lay In chill and cooling sweats By rising fountains, or as they Fear'd winter's wasteful threats. *' Against the broad-spread oak Each wind in fury bears ; Yet fell their leaves not half so fast As did the shepherd's tears.''' The feeling of analogy between the oak, with its scattered leaves, and the naturally strong man shedding tears for A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 117 sorrow, is in the best imaginative taste.,; Had Browne written all thus, he would have found plenty of commentators. The " Shepherd's Pipe" was a somewhat later production than the other pastorals ; and had he lived, he would probably have surpassed all that his youth produced. Unfortunately, his mind never appears to have outgrown a" certain juvenile ambi- tion of ingenious thoughts and conceits; and it is these that render it so difficult to make any long quotation from his works. The sixth line in the following is very obscure, perhaps cor- rupted. But the rest has great liveliness and nature : " Look as a lover, with a lingering kiss, About to part with the best half that 's his ; Fain would he stay, but that he fears to do it. And curseth time for so fast hastening to it ; Now takes his leave, and yet begins anew To make less vows than are esteem' d. true ; Then says he must be gone, and then doth find Something he should have spoke that 's out of mind ; And whilst he stands to look for' t in her eyes. Their sad sweet glance so ties his faculties To think from what he parts, that he is now As far from leaving her, or knowing how. As when he came ; begins his former strain, To kiss, to vow, and take his leave again ; Then turns, comes back, sighs, parts, and yet doth go. Apt to retire, and loth to leave her so ; Brave stream, so part I from thy flowery bank." Browne is fond of drawing his siniiles from real, and even homely life, and often seems to introduce them for the purpose of giving that kind of variety to a pastoral, otherwise ideal ; for though the title of his poem is British, -and the scene also, it is ^ 118 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. in Other respects Arcadian and Pagan. The effect is somewhat jarring; and yet it is impossible to quarrel with the particular descriptions : As children on a play-day leave the schools, And gladly run into the swimming pools ; Or in the thickets, all with nettles stung, Rush to despoil some sweet thrush of her young ; Or with their hats for fish lade in a brook Withouten pain ; but when the mom doth look Out of the eastern gates, a snail would faster Glide to the schools, than they unto their master ; So when before I sung the songs of birds," &c. The following is a complete picture : ' As a nimble squirrel from the wood. Ranging the hedges for his filbert food, Sits partly on a bough, his brown nuts cracking, And from the shell the sweet white kernel taldng. Till, with their crooks and bags, a sort of boys To share with him, come with so great a noise, That he is forced to leave a nut nigh broke, And for his life leap to a neighbour oak. Thence to a beech, thence to a row of ashes, Whilst through the quagmires and red water plashes The boys run dabbling through thick and thin ; One tears his hose, another breaks his shin ; This, torn and tattered, hath with much ado Got to the briars, and that hath lost his shoe ; This dropt his band, that headlong falls for haste, Another cries behind for being last ; With sticks and stones, and many a sounding hollow, The little pool with no small sport they follow, A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Whilst he from tree to tree, from spray to spray, Gets to the wood, and hides him in his dray ; Such shift made Riot, ere he could get up," &c. 19 Here is another picture, still homelier, but equally complete, and as robust in its full-grown strength as the other is light and boyish : "As when a smith and 's man (lame Vulcan's fellows) Called from the anvil or the puffing bellows To clap a well- wrought shoe, for more than pay, Upon a stubborn nag of Galloway, Or unback'd jennet, or a Flanders mare, That at the forge stands snuffing of the air ; The swarthy smith spits in his buck-horn fist, And bids his men bring out the five-fold twist, His shackles, shaddocks, hampers, gyves, and chains, His linked bolts ; and with no little pains These make him fast ; and lest all these should faulter. Unto a post, with some six-doubled halter, He binds his head ; yet all are of the least To curb the fury of the headstrong beast ; When, if a carrier's jade be brought unto him, His man can hold his foot while he can shoe him ; Remorse was so enforced to bind him stronger." This is a Dutch picture, or one that Mr. Crabbe might have admired. The following might have adorned the pages of Spenser himself. The ascension of the fogs and mists, and the cessation of all noise, are in a true nay, in a high spirit of grandeur ; and the very delicacy of the conclusion adds to it. The sense of hushing solemnity is drawn to the finest point. " Now great Hyperion left his golden throne. That on the dancing waves in glory shone ; 120 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT PIYBLA. For whose declining on the western shore The oriental hills black mantles wore ; And thence apace the gentle twilight fled, That had from hideous caverns ushered All-drowsy Night ; who in a car of jet, By steeds of iron-grey (which mainly sweat Moist drops on all the world) drawn through the sky, The helps of darkness waited orderly. First, thick clouds rose from all the liquid plains ; Then mists from marishes, and grounds whose veins Were conduit-pipes to many a crystal spring ; From standing pools and fens were following Unhealthy fogs ; each river, every rill, Sent up their vapours to attend her will. These pitchy curtains drew 'twixt earth and heaven, And as Night's chariot through the air was driven. Clamour grew dumb ; unheard was slieplierdCs song, And silence gitt the woods ; no warbling tongue Talk'd to the echo ; satyrs broke their dance. And all the upper world lay in a trance. Only the curling streams soft chidings kept ; And little gales^ that from the green leaf swept Dry summer s'4ust, in fearful whispring stirrd, As loth to wake7i any singing bird." Brown was a Devonshire man, and is supposed to have died at Ottery St. Mary, the birth-place of Coleridge. He was not unworthy to have been the countryman of that exquisite observer of Nature, himself a pastoral man, though he wrote no pastorals ; for Coleridge not only preferred a country to a town life, but his mind as well as his body (when it was not with Plato and the school-men) delighted to live in woody places, " enfolding," as he beautifully says, " Silnny spots of greenery." A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 121 And how many other great and good men have there not been, with whom the humblest lover of Arcady may, in this respect, claim fellowship ? men, nevertheless, fond of town also, and of the most active and busy life, when it was their duty to enter it. The most universal genius must of neces- sity include the green districts of the world in his circle, otherwise he would not run it a thhd part round. Shakspeare himself, prosperous manager as he was, retired to his native place before he was old. Do we think that, with all his sociahty, his chief companions there were such as a country town afforded ? Depend upon it, they were the trees, and the fields, and his daughter Susanna. Be assured, that no gentleman of the place was seen so often pacing the banks of the Avon, sitting on the stiles in the meadows, looking with the thrush at the sunset, or finding "books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything." Cervantes, the Shakspeare of Spain, (for if his poetry answered but to one small portion of Shakspeare, his prose made up the rest,) proclaims his truly pastoral heart, notwithstanding his satire, not only in his " Galatea," but in a hundred passages of "Don Quixote," particularly the episodes. He delighted equally in knowledge of the world and the most ideal poetic life. It is easy to see, by the stories of " Marcella " and " Leandra," that this great writer wanted little to have become a Quixote himself, in the Arcadian line ! Nothing but the extremest good sense supplied him a proper balance in this respect for his extreme romance. Boccaccio was another of these great child-like minds, whose knowledge of the world is ignorantly confounded with a 122 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. devotion to it. See, in his " Admetus," and " Theseid/' and " Genealogia Deorum," &c., and in the " Decameron" itself, how he revels in groves and gardens ; and how, when he begins making a list of trees, he cannot leave off. Doubtless, he had been of a more sensual temperament than Cervantes ; but his faith remained unshaken in the highest things. His veins might have contained an excess of the genial ; but so did his lieart. When the priest threatened him in advanced life with the displeasure of Heaven, he was shocked and alarmed, and obliged to go to Petrarch for comfort. Chaucer was a courtier, and a companion of princes ; nay, a reformer also, and a stirrer out in the world. He understood that world, too, thoroughly, in the ordinal^ sense of such understanding ; yet, as he was a true great poet in everything, so in nothing more was he so than in loving the country, and the trees and fields. It is as hard to get him out of a gi'ove as his friend Boccaccio ; and he tells us, that, in May, he would often go out into the meadows to " abide " there, solely in order to " look upon the daisy." Milton seems to have made a point of never living in a house that had not a garden to it. A certain amount of trusting goodness, surviving twice the w^orldly knowledge possessed by those who take scorn for superiority, is the general characteristic of men of this stamp, whether of the highest order of that stamp or not. Cowley, Thomson, and Shenstone were such men. Shenstone was deficient in animal spirits, and condescended to be vexed when people did not come to see his retirement; but few men had an acuter discernment of the weak points of others and the general mistakes of mankind, as anybody may see by his Essays; and yet in those Essays he tells us, that he never passed a town or village, without regretting that he could not A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 123 make the acquaintance of some of the good people that lived there. Thomson's whole poetry may be said to be pastoral, and everybody knows what a good fellow he w^as ; how beloved by his friends ; how social, and yet how sequestered ; and how he preferred a house but a floor high at Richmond (for that which is now shown as his, was then a ground-floor only), to one of more imposing dimensions amidst " the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call London.''' Cowley was a partisan, a courtier, a diplomatist; nay, a satirist, and an admirable one, too. See his " Cutter of Coleman Street," the gaiety and sharpness of which no one suspects who thinks of him only in the ordinary peacefulness of his reputa- tion ; though, doubtless, he would have been the first man to do a practical kindness to any of the Puritans whom he laughed at. His friends the Cavaliers thought he laughed at themselves, in this very comedy ; so much more did he gird hypocrisy and pretension in general than in the particular : but Charles the Second said of him after his death, that he had " not left a better man behind him in England." His partizanship, his politics, his clever satire, his once admired " metaphysical " poetry, as Johnson calls it, nobody any longer cares about; but still, as Pope said, " We love the language of his heart." He has become a sort of poetical representative of all the love that existed of groves and gardens in those days of parterres, and orchards, and stately old houses; but above all, of the cottage ; a taste for which, as a gentleman's residence, seems 124 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. to have originated with him, or at least been first avowed by him ; for we can trace it no further back. " A small house and a large garden " was his aspiration ; and he obtained it. Somebody, unfortunately, has got our Cowley's Essays we don 't reproach him, for it is a book to keep a good while ; but they contain a delightful passage on this subject, which should have been quoted. Take, however, an extract or two from the verses belonging to those Essays. They will con- clude this part of our subject well : " Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good ! Hail, ye plebeian underwood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food, Pay with their grateful voice. " Here let me, careless and unthoughtful lying. Hear the soft winds above me flying, With all their wanton boughs dispute. And the more tuneful birds to both replying. Nor be myself, too, mute. ''Ah! wretched and too solitary he, Who loves not his own company ! He'll feel the weight of it many a day, Unless he call in sin or vanity. To help to hear 't away. " When Epicurus to the world had taught That Pleasure was the Chiefest Good, (A7id was, perhaps, tK right, if rightly understood,) His life he to his doctrine brought, And in a garden's shade that sovereign pleasure sought. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 125 Where does the wisdom and the power divine In a more bright and sweet reflection shine Where do we finer strokes and colours see Of the Creator's real poetry, Than when we with attention look Upon the third day's volume of the book ? If we could open and intend our eye, We all, like Moses, should espy, Evn in a hush, the radiant Deity. " Methinks I see great Diocletian walk In the Salonian garden's noble shade, Which by his own imperial hands was made. I see him smile, methinks, as he does talk With the ambassadors, who come in vain To entice him to a throne again. '" If I, my friends,' said he, * should to you show All the delights which in these gardens grow, ' Tis likelier much that you should with me stay. Than 't is that you should carry me away ; And trust me not, my friends, if every day I walk not here with more delight. Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to he thought, myself, almost a god.' " A noble line that long and stately as the triumph which it speaks of. Yet the Emperor and the Poet agreed in preferring 126 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. a walk down an alley of roses. There was nothing so much calculated to rebuke or bewilder them there, as in the faces of their fellow- creatures, even after the "happiest fight." ^'''^i&mm^^ CHAPTER X. EETURN TO SICILY AND MOUNT ^TNA. SUBJECT OF MOUNT iETNA RESUMED : ITS BEAUTIES ITS HORRORS REASON WHY PEOPLE ENDURE THEM. LOVE-STORY OF AN EARTHQUAKE. N now em- phatically re- ^ turning to Si- cily, though we have ne- ver been en- tirely absent from it, while discussing the pastoral poets of other countries, we shall round our subject properly by finishing the circle where we began it ; and in order to render our plan as complete as possible, we have not been without a sense of chronological order. In resuming, therefore, the sub- ject of ^tna, we proceed to regard the mountain in relation to the impression it makes on modern times and existing inhabitants. 128 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. The reader is aware that our Jar was not intended to be I associated with nothing but sweets. Bees, it was observed, i extract honey from the bitterest as well as sweetest flowers ; | and we only stipulated, as they do, for a sweet result ; for | something, which by the fact of its being deducible from bitterness, shows the tendency of Nature to that dulcet end, and gives a lesson to her creature man to take thought and warning, and do as much for himself. In truth, were man I heartily to do so, and leave off asking Nature to superintend | everything for him, and take the trouble off his hands, which it seems a manifest condition of things that she should not, (man looking very like an experiment to see how far he can develop the energies of which he is composed, and prove himself worthy of continuance,) how are we to know that he would not get rid of all such evils as do not appear to be necessary to his well- being, and, in the language of the great Eastern poet, make " the morning stars sing for joy?" sing for joy, that another heaven is added to their list. Mount ^tna, for instance, which is one of the safety-valves of the globe, does not force people to live within the sphere of its operations. Why, there- fore, should they ? Why do not the inhabitants of Catania and other places migrate, as nations have done from the face of an enemy or famine, and plant themselves elsewhere ? When the convulsion comes, and destruction hovers over them, the saints are implored as the gods were of old, and everything is referred to the ordinances of Heaven. But the saints might answer, " Why do you continue to live here, in the teeth of these repeated warnings ? Why cannot the earth have safety- valves, but you must needs plant yourselves right in the way of them, as infants may do with steam-engines ?" This is the honey that might be extracted from the bitter past. On the A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 129 Other hand, if this be idle speculation, and the reason of the thing be on the side of continuing to implore the saints and perishing in earthquakes, then Nature, who is always determined to have no evil unmixed, suggests topics of consolation from the greater amount of good ; from the far longer duration of the periods of serenity and joy around the mountain, com- pared with those of convulsion ; and from all those images of beauty and abundance, which produce another honey against the bitterness of what cannot be altered. The bee himself, like the nightingale and the dove, and other beautiful creatures, is an inhabitant of ^Etna. The fires of the mountain help to produce some of his sweetest thyme. The energetic little, warmth-loving, honey-making, armed, threatening, murmuring, bitter-sweet, and useful creature, seems like one of the particles of the mountain, gifted with wings. We might as well have brought our honey from Mount ^tna as Mount Hybla, and very likely it actually came thence ; only the latter, like Mount Hymettus, is identified with the word, and its supposed district still famous for the product. In fact, (though the name seems to be no longer retained anywhere,) there were several Hyblas of old, one of them at the foot of ^tna ; so that our Jar may come from both places. The word, which is older than Greek, was probably Phoenician, from a root signifying mellifluence ; unless it originated in the sound of the bubbling of brooks, of the neighbourhood of which bees are fond. We cannot quit Mount ^tna without saying something more of it, especially as it has lately been in action, not without hints of its operation as far as Scotland, where there have been many shocks of earthquake. Everybody knows that Mtna, is the greatest volcano in Europe, some twenty miles in ascent from Catania, and with a circumference for its base of 130 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. between eighty and ninety. All the climates of the world are there, except those of the African desert. At the foot are the palms and aloes of the tropics, with the corn, wine, and oil of Italy. The latter continue for fourteen or fifteen miles of ascent. Then come the chestnuts of Spain, then the beeches of England, then the firs of Norway the whole forest-belt being five or six miles in ascent, interspersed with park-like scenery, and the most magnificent pastures. Singing birds, and flocks and herds are there, with abundance of game. The remainder, a thousand feet high, is a naked peak, covered for the greater part of the year with snow, but often hot to the feet in the midst of it, toilsome to ascend, and terminating in the great crater, miles in circumference, fuming and blind with smoke the largest of several others. The whole mountain, with an enormous chasm in its side four or five miles broad, stands in the midst of six- and- thirty subject mountains, " each a Vesu- vius," generated by its awful parent. Horror and loveliness prevail throughout it, alternately, or together. You look from mountain to mountain, over tremendous depths, to the most beautiful woody scenery. The lowest region is a paradise, betraying black grounds of lava, and beds of ashes, which remind you to what it is liable. The top is a ghastly white peak, shivering with cold, though it is a mouth for fire, but lovely at a distance in the light of the moon at night, and presenting a view from it by day, especially at sunrise, which baffles description with ecstasy. Count Stolberg, a German poet, who beheld this spectacle in the year 1792, when the mountain was in action, says, that by the dawning light of the day he saw nothing round about him but snow and black ashes, vast masses of lava, and a smoking crater, together with a huge bed of clouds, the darkening extremities of which the eye could A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 131 not clearly distinguish either from the mountains or the sea, *' till the majestic sun rose in fire, and reduced every object to order. Chaos seemed to unfold itself, where no four-footed beast, no bird, interrupted the solemn silence of the formless void. ' Wo sie keinen Todten begruben, und keiner erstehn wird,' as Klopstock says of the ice-encircled pole : * No dead are buried there ; nor any there will rise.' " ^tna cast his black shades," continues he, " over the grey dawn of the western atmosphere ; while round him stood his sons, but far beneath, yet volcanic mountains all, in number six-and- thirty, each a Vesuvius. To the north, the east, and the south, Sicily lay at our feet, with its hills, and rivers, and lakes, and cities. In the low deep, the clouds, tinged with purple, were dispersed and vanished from the presence of the golden sun ; while their shades flying before the west wind, were scattered over the landscape far and wide."* Mr. Hughes's description is minuter, yet still more effective. " At length," says he, " faint streaks of light, shooting athwart the horizon, which became brighter and brighter, announced the approach of the great luminary ; and when he sprang up in his majesty, supported on a throne of radiant clouds, that fine scriptural image of the giant rejoicing to run his course, flashed across my mind. As he ascended in the sky, the mountain-tops began to stream with golden * " Travels through Geimany, Switzerland, Italy," &c. Translated by Holcroft, vol. iv., p. 298. 132 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. light, and new beauties successively developed themselves, until day dawned upon the Catanian plains. Sicily then lay expanded like a map beneath our eyes, presenting a very curious effect ; nearly all its mountains could be descried, with the many cities that surmount their summits ; more than half its coasts, with their bays, indentations, towns, and promontories, could be traced, as well as the entire course of rivers, sparkling like silver bands that encircle the valleys and the plains. Add to this the rich tints of so delightful an atmosphere ; add the dark blue tract of sea rolling its mysterious waves, as it were, into infinite space ; add that spirit of antiquity which lingers in these charming scenes, infusing a soul into the features of nature, as expression lights up a beautiful countenance ; and where will you find a scene to rival that which is viewed from .Etna?"* Compare this spectacle with one of the great eruptions, and the agonizing days that precede it. Smoke and earthquake commence them. The days are darkened ; the nights are sleepless and horrible, and seem ten times as long as usual. People rush to the churches in prayer, or crowd the door- ways (which are thought the safest places), or remain out of doors in boats or carriages. Keligious processions move in terror through the streets. Sometimes the air is blackened with a powder, sometimes with ashes, which fall and gather everywhere, such as Pompeii was buried with. Lightnings play about ^tna; the sea rises against the dark atmosphere, in ghastly white billows; dreadful noises succeed, accompanied with thunder, like batteries of artillery ; the earth rocks ; land- slips take place down the hill -sides, carrying whole fields and homesteads into other men's grounds; cities are overthrown, * Quoted in Evans's " Classic and Connoisseur in Italy and Sicily,' vol ii., p. 368. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUx\T HYBLA. 183 burying shrieking thousands. At length, the mountain bursts out in flame and lava, perhaps in forty or fifty places at once, the principal crater throwing out hot glowing stones, which have been known to be carried eighteen miles, and the frightful mineral torrent running forth in streams of fiery red, pouring down into the plains, climbing over walls, effacing estates, and rushing into and usurping part of the bed of the sea. A river of lava has been known to be fifty feet deep, and four miles broad.* Fancy such a stream coming towards London, as wide as from Marylebone to Mile-End ! By degrees, the lava thickens into a black and rustling semi-liquid, rather pushed along than flowing ; though its heat has been found lingering after a lapse of eight years. When the survivors of all these horrors gather breath, and look back upon time and place, they find houses and families abolished, and have to begin, as it were, their stunned existence anew. Yet they build again over these earthquakes. They inhabit and delight in this mountain. Catania, the city at its foot, which has been several times demolished, is one of the gayest in Italy. How is this ? The reason is, that all pain, generally speaking, is destined to be short and fugitive, compared with the duration of a greater amount of pleasure ; that the souls which perish in the convulsion, were partakers of that pleasure for the greater part of their lives, perhaps the gayest of the gay city ; that all of them were born there, or connected with it; that it is inconvenient, perhaps without government-aid impossible, to remove, and commence business elsewhere ; -that they do not think the catastrophe likely to recur soon, perhaps not in the course of their lives ; nay, that possibly there may be some- * Swinbiu-ne's " Travels in the Two Sicilies," vol. iv., p. 148. 134 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. thing of a gambling excitement, of the stimulus of a mixture of hope and fear, in thus living on the borders of life and death of this great snap-dragon bowl of Europe especially surrounded as they are with the old familiar scenes, and breathing a joyous atmosphere. But undoubtedly the chief reasons are necessity, real or supposed, and the natural tendency of mankind to make the best of their position and turn their thoughts from sadness. So the Catanian goes to his dinner, and builds a new ball-room out of the lava ! Perhaps the most touching of all the consolations to be met with in the history of these catastrophes, is the testimony they bear to the maternal affections. The men who perish from the overthrow of houses are said to be generally found in attitudes of resistance : the women are bent double over their children. The great vindication of evil is, that (constituted as we are) we could not know so much joy, nor manifest so much virtue without it; and certainly, in instances hke these, it fetches out, under circumstances of the extremest weakness, the most beautiful strength of the human heart. Still, such wholesale trials of it do not appear to be demanded by any unavoidable necessity. The fact forces itself upon the mind, that human beings need not continue to live in such places, and that the geological well-being of the globe does not demand it. As to animals of the inferior creation, who are destroyed at these times, assuredly they know almost as little about it till the last moment, as the lamb who licks the hand of his slayer ; and as soon as the mountain is cleared, the larks and nightingales are again singing, and the bees enjoying the flowers in its most awful ravines. For months, for years, sometimes for a hundred years and more, perhaps for many hundreds, this tremendous phenomenon A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 135 is quiet. Homer does not seem to have heard of its burning. The volcano first makes its appearance in Pindar. Theocritus knew its capabilities well ; yet he speaks of it as nothing but a seat of pastoral felicity. His Polyphemus contrasts its serenity with the dangers of the sea ; and another of his shepherds, in answer to an observation about fathers and mothers, says to a shepherd of the plains, that ^Etna is his mother, and that he is as rich in sheep and goats as the latter fancies himself to be during dreams. The first recorded eruption of ^tna was in the time of Empedocles, about five hundred years before Christ ; and from that time to the year 1819 inclusive, a French writer has calculated that there have been seventy-two others men- tioned* We cannot say how many more have ensued. The one that not long ago took place was harmless, we believe, as far as lives were concerned, except to some rash persons who were too anxious to see the effect of the lava upon a pool of water. The pool turned into steam, and scalded them. Slight eruptions are little regarded, and indeed are little dangerous compared with what precedes them. The worst peril is in the earthquake. The lava, though an ugly customer, can be safelier treated with. Even slight earthquakes are not much heeded, after the first alarm. Mr. Vaughan, an English traveller in the year 1810, says, that upon his going into the town of Messina, after a slight shock, from his country-lodging, and approaching the carriages in which some ladies were sitting in expectation of another, he said to one of them, an acquaintance of his, *' Is it not shocking ?" " It is indeed very shocking," said the lady. " You were not at the opera ? "f Humbolt spealis of a young * " Voyage Critique a I'iEtna," torn, i., p. 529. + Vide the Letters appended to a " View of the Present State of Italy," translated from the Italian, by Thomas Wright Vaughan, Esq., p. Ixx. 130 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. lady in South America, who was so accustomed to these visitations, that she thought the topic vulgar. She expressed a wish that people would leave off talking about " these nasty earthquakes." If you tell a Sicilian that there are no earthquakes in England, he acknowledges, of course, the merit of their absence, but smiles to think that you can suppose it a compensation for the want of vines and olives. The following amusing conversation took place in an inn, between the English traveller just men- tioned and a priest and his landlady, at Oaltagirone. The priest, " after many apologies for the liberty he was taking," says Mr. Vaugh an, " begged to converse with me upon the subject of England, which the people of these parts were very anxious to hear about, as the opportunity of inquiring so seldom occurred ; and, by the time I had dined, I observed a dozen people collected round the door, with their eyes and mouths open, to hear the examination. " ' And pray, Signor, is it true what we are told, that you have no olives in England ?'* " ' Yes, perfectly true.' " ' Cospetto ! how so ?' *' ' Cospettone /'f said the lady. " ' Our climate is not propitious to the growth of the olive.' *' ' But then, Signor, for oranges !' *' ' We have no oranges neither.' " ' Voveretto f said the landlady, with a tone of com- passion ; which is a sort of fondling diminutive of * Povero,' * " Olives and bread foiin the principal part of the food of the lower classes in Sicily, and oil is a necessary of life." + " About equivalent to * zounds' and ' gadzooks.' " A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 187 ' Poor creature,' or as you would say to your child, ' Poor little fellow !' " ' But how is that possible, Signor ?' said the priest. ' Have you no fruit in your country ?' " ' We have very fine fruit ; but our winters are severe, and not genial enough for the orange- tree.' " ' That is just what they told me,' said the lady, ' at Palermo, that England is all snow, and a great many stones.' " * But then, Signor, we have heard, what we can scarcely believe, that you have not any wine ?' " ' It is perfectly true. We have vines that bear fruit ; but the sun in our climate is not sufficiently strong, which must be boiling, as it is here, to produce any wine.' " ' Then, Jesu Maria ! how the deuce do you do ?' " ' I told them that, notwithstanding, w^e got on pretty well ; that we had some decent sort of mutton, and very tolerable- looking beef; that our poultry was thought eatable, and our bread pretty good ; that, instead of wine, we had a thing they call ale, which our peo23le, here and there, seemed to relish exceedingly ; and that, by the help of these articles, a good constitution, and the blessing of God, our men were as hardy, I and as loyal and brave, and our women as accomplished, and ' virtuous, and handsome, as any other people, I believed, under ! heaven. " ' Besides, Mr. Abbate, I beg leave to ask you, what cloth I is your coat of?' j '* * Cospetto ! it is English !' with an air of importance. I " ' And your hat !' '"Why, that's English.' " 'And this lady's gown, and her bonnet and ribbons?' I " * Why, they are English/ 138 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. '* All English. Then you see how it is : we send you, in exchange for what we don't grow, half the comforts and con- Yeniences you enjoy in your island. Besides, padrona mia gentile, (my agreeable landlady,) we can never regret that we don't grow these articles, since it ensures us an intercourse with a nation we esteem !' *' ' Viva !' (long life to you) said the landlady, and ' Bravo T said the priest ; and between bravo and viva, the best friends in the world, I escaped to my lettiga, (litter.)"* We must close this article with a love-story, in connexion with the dreadful earthquake of 1783, which destroyed Messina, and swept dnto the sea, in one moment, nearly three thousand persons on the opposite coast of Scylla, together with their prince. t The reader may believe as much of the love as he pleases, but the extraordinary circumstance on which it turns is only one of a multitude of phenomena, all true and marvellous. Oiuseppe, fi young vine-grower in a village at the foot of the mountains looking towards Messina, was in love with Maria, the da.ughter of the richest bee-master of the place ; and his affection, to the great displeasure of the father, was returned. The old man, though he had encouraged him at first, wished her to marry a young profligate in the city, because the latter was richer and of a higher stock; but the girl had a great deal of good sense as well as feeling ; and the father was puzzled how to separate them, the families having been long acquainted. He did everything in his power to render the visits of the lover uncomfortable to both j)arties ; but as they saw * " View of Italy," ut supra, p. Ixxix. + It is calculated that 40,000 souls perished in this convulsion. In the greatest of all the Sicilian earthquakes, th;it of 1693, the earth shook but four minutes, and overthrew almost all the towns on the eastern side of the island. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 189 through his object, and love can endure a great deal, he at length thought himself compelled to make use of insult. Contriving, therefore, one day to proceed from one mortifying word to another, he took upon him, as if in right of offence, to anticipate his daughter's attention to the parting guest, and show him out of the door himself, adding a broad hint that it might be as well if he did not return very soon. " Perhaps, Signor Antonio," said the youth, piqued at last to say something harsh himself, " you do not wish the son of your old friend to return at all ?" " Perhaps not," said the bee-master. "What," said the poor lad, losing all the courage of his anger in the terrible thought of his never having any more of those beautiful lettings out of the door by Maria, "what ! do you mean to say I may not hope to be invited again, even by yourself? that you yourself will never again invite me, or come to see me ?' " Oh, we shall all come, of com'se, to the great Signor Giuseppe," said the old man, lookmg scornful, -" all cap in hand." '* Nay, nay," returned Giuseppe, in a tone of propitiation ; " 1 11 wait till you do me the favour to look in some morning, in the old way, and have a chat about the French ; and per- haps," added he, blushing, " you will then bring Maria with you, as you used to do ; and I wo'n't attempt to see her till then." " Oh, we 11 all come of course," said Antonio, impatiently ; " cat, dog, and all ; and when we do" added he, in a very significant tone, " you may come again yourself." Giuseppe tried to laugh at this jest, and thus still propitiate him ; but the old man hastening to shut the door^ angrily cried. 140 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. " Ay, cat, dog, and all, and the cottage besides, with Maria's dowry along with it ; and then you may come again, and not till then.'' And so saying, he banged the door, and giving a furious look at poor Maria, went into another room to scrawl a note to the young citizen. The young citizen came in vain, and Antonio grew sulkier and angrier every day, till at last he turned his bitter jest into a vow; exclaiming with an oath, that Giuseppe should never have his daughter, till he (the father), daughter, dog, cat, cottage, bee-hives, and all, with her dowry of almond- trees to boot, set out some fine morning to beg the young vine-dresser to accept them. Poor Maria grew thin and pale, and Giuseppe looked little better, turning all his wonted jests into sighs, and often interrupting his work to sit and look towards the said almond- trees, which formed a beautiful clump on an ascent upon the other side of the glen, sheltering the best of Antonio's bee-hives, and composing a pretty dowry for the pretty Maria, which the father longed to see in the possession of the flashy young citizen. One morning, after a very sultry night, as the poor youth sat endeavouring to catch a glimpse of her in this direction, he observed that the clouds gathered in a very unusual manner over the country, and then hung low in the air, heavy and immov- able. Towards Messina the sky looked so red, that at first he thought the city on fire, till an unusual heat affecting him, and a smell of sulphur arising, and the little river at his feet assuming a tinge of a muddy ash colour, he knew that some convulsion of the earth was at hand. His first impulse was a wish to cross the ford, and, with mixed anguish and delight, to find himself again in the cottage of Antonio, giving the father and daughter all the help in his power. A tremendous A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 141 burst of thunder and lightning startled him for a moment ; but he was proceeding to cross, when his ears tingled, his head turned giddy, and while the earth heaved beneath his feet, he saw the opposite side of the glen lifted up with a horrible deafening noise, and then the cottage itself, with all ai'ound it, cast, as he thought, to the ground, and buried for ever. The sturdy youth, for the first time in his life, fainted away. When his senses returned, he found himself pitched back into his own premises, but not injured, the blow having been broken by the vines. But on looking in horror towards the site of the cottage up the hill, what did he see there ? or rather, what did he not see there ? And what did he see, forming a new mound, furlongs down the side of the hill, almost at the bottom of the glen, and in his own homestead ? Antonio's cottage : Antonio's cottage, with the almond- trees, and the bee-hives, and the very cat and dog, and the old man himself, and the daughter (both senseless), all come, as if, in the father's words, to beg him to accept them ! Such awful pleasantries, so to speak, sometimes take place in the middle of Nature's deepest tragedies, and such exquisite good may spring out of evil. For it was so in the end, if not in the intention. The old man (who, together with his daughter, had only been stunned by terror) was superstitiously frightened by the dreadful circumstance, if not affectionately moved by the attentions of the son of his old friend, and the delight and rehgious transport of his child. Besides, though the cottage and the almond- trees, and the bee-hives, had all come miraculously safe down the hill (a phenomenon which has frequently occurred in these extraordinary ImidsUps) , the flower-gardens, on which his bees 142 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. fed, were almost all destroyed ; his property was lessened, his pride lowered ; and when the convulsion was well over, and the guitars were again playing in the valley, he consented to become the inmate, for life, of the cottage of the enchanted couple. He could never attain, however, to the innate delicacy of his child, and he would sometimes, with a petulant sigh, intimate at table what a pity it was that she had not married the rich and high-feeding citizen. At such times as these, Maria would gather one of her husband's feet between her own under the table, and with a squeeze of it that repaid him tenfold for the mortification, would steal a look at him which said, " I possess all which it is possible for me to desire." CHAPTER XL BEES. THE BEAUTIFUL NEVER TO BE THANKED TOO MUCH, OR TO BE SUFFICIENTLY EXPRESSED. BEES AND THEIR ELEGANCE. THEIR ADVICE TO AN ITALIAN POET. WAXEN TAPERS. A BEE DRAMA. MASSACRES OF DRONES. HUMAN PROGRESSION. WOULD be ungrateful and impos- sible, in the course of so sweet and ge- nerous a theme as our Jar of Honey has furnished us with, not to devote a portion of it to the cause of all its sweetness the Bee. We are not going, however, to repeat more common-place in its eulogy than we can help. The grounds of the ad- miration of nature are without end; and as to those matters of fact or 144 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. science which appear to be settled nay, even most settled some new theory is coming up every day, in these extraordi- nary times, to compel us to think the points over again, and doubt whether we are quite so knowing as we supposed. Not only are bee-masters disjDuting the discoveries of Huber respect- ing the operations of the hive, but searchers into nature seem almost prepared to re-open the old question respecting the equivocal generation of the bee, and set the electrical experi- ments of Mr. Cross at issue with the conclusions of Redi. How this may turn out, we know not; but sure we are, that it will be a long time indeed before the praise and glory of the bee can have exhausted its vocabulary before people cry out to authors, '" Say no more ; you have said too much already of its wonderfulness too much of the sweetness and beauty of its productions." Too much, we are of opinion, cannot be said of any marvel in nature, unless it be trivial or false. The old prosaical charge against hyperbolical praises of the beautiful, we hold to be naught. Ask a lover, and he will say, and say truly, that no human terms can do justice to the sweetness in his mistress's eyes to the virgin bloom on her cheek. If words could equal them. Nature would hardly be our superior. Hear what is said on the point by Marlowe : If all the pens that ever poets held, Had fed the feelings of their master's thoughts And every sweetness that inspired their hearts Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy. Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit : If these had made one's poem's period, A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HVBLA. 145 , And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest." Did any one ever sufficiently admire the entire elegance of the habits and pursuits of bees ? their extraction of nothing but the quintessence of the flowers ; their preference of those that have the finest and least adulterated odour ; their avoid- ance of everything squalid (so unlike flies) ; their eager ejec- tion or exclusion- of it from the hive, as in the instance of car- cases of intruders, which, if they cannot drag away, they cover up and entomb ; their love of clean, quiet, and delicate neigh- bourhoods, thymy places with brooks ; their singularly clean management of so liquid and adhesive a thing as honey, from which they issue forth to their work as if they had had nothing to do with it ; their combination with honey-making of the ele- gant manufacture of wax, of which they make their apartments, and which is used by mankind for none but patrician or other choice purposes ; their orderly policy ; their delight in sunshine ; their attention to one another ; their apparent indiflPerence to everything purely regarding themselves, apart from the common good ? A writer of elegant Italian verse, who recast the book of Yirgil on Bees, has taken occasion of their supposed dislike of places abounding in echoes, to begin his poem with a pretty conceit. He was one of the first of his countrymen who ventured to dispense with rhyme ; and he makes the bees themselves send him a deputation, on purpose to admonish him not to use it : " Mentre era per cantare i vostri doni Con alte rime, o verginette caste. 146 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. ^ Vaglie angelette de le erbose rive, Preso dal sonno in sul spuntar de 1' alba, M' apparve un coro de la vostra gente, E da la lingua onde s' accoglie il mele, Sciolsono in chiara voce este parole : * spirto amico, clie dopo mill' anni E cinquecento rinnovar ti place E le nostre faticbe e i nostri studi, Fuggi le rime e 1 rimbombar sonoro. *" Tu sai pur che 1' immagin de la voce, Che risponde dai sassi ov' Eco alberga, Sempre nimica fu del nostro regno : Non sai tu ch' ella fu conversa in pietra, E fu inventrice de le prime rime ? E dei saper, ch' ove abita costei, Null' ape abitar puo per 1' importune Ed imperfetto suo parlar loquace.' ^'' Cos! diss' egli : poi tra labbro e labbro Mi pose un favo di soave mele, E lieto se n' ando volando al cielo. Ond' io, da tal divinita spirato, Non temero cantare i vostri onori Con verso Etrusco da le rime sciolto. " E cantero, come il soave mele, Celeste don, sopra i fioretti e 1' erba L' aere distilla liquido e sereno ; E come 1' api industriose e caste L' adunino e con studio e con ingegno ; Bappoi compongan le odorate cere. Per onorar 1' immagine di Dio ; Spettacoli ed effetti vaghi e rari, Di maraviglie pieni e di bellezze." "Le Api" dki, Rt)ckij,ai, A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 147 While bent on singing your delightful gifts In lofty rhyme, little virgins chaste, Sweet little angels of the flowery brooks, Sleep seized me on the golden point of mom. And I beheld a choir of your small people. Who, with the tongue with which they take the honey, Buzz'd forth in the clear air these earnest words : " O friendly soul, that after the long lapse Of thrice five hundred years, dost please thee sing Our toils and art, shun shun, we pray thee, rhyme : Shun rhyme, and its rebounding noise. Full well Thou know'st, that the invisible voice which sits Answering to calls in rocks, Echo by name, Was hostile to us ever ; and thou know'st Or dost thou not ? that she, who was herself Turn'd to a hollow rock, first found out rhyme. Learn further then, that wheresoe'er she dwells, No bee can dwell, for very hate and dread Of her importunate and idle babble." Such were the words that issued from that choir ; Then 'twixt my lips they put some honey drops, And so in gladness took their flight aloft. Whence I, with such divinity made strong, Doubt not, bees, to sing your race renown'd In Tuscan verse, freed from the clangs of rhyme. Yea, I will sing how the celestial boon. Honey, by some sweet mystery of the dew. Is born of air in bosoms of the flowers. Liquid, serene ; and how the diligent bees Collect it, working fiirther with such art, That odorous tapers thence deck holy shrines. O sights, and effects, lovely and strange ! Full of the marvellous and the beautiful ! "The Bees" of Rucellai. 148 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. The reader need not be told, that the tapers here alUided to are those which adorn cathoHc altars. Kiicellai was a kins- man of Pope Leo the Tenth, and his successor Clement; and his first mode of bespeaking favour for his bees, was by associating them with the offices of the church. Beautiful are those tapers, without doubt ; and well might the poet express his admiration at their being the result of the work of the little unconscious insect, who compounded the material. So, in every wealthy house in England, every evening, where lamps do not take its place, the same beautiful substance is lit up for the inmates to sit by, at their occupations of reading, or music, or discourse. The bee is there, with her odorous ministry. In the morning, she has probably been at the breakfast- table. In the morning, she is honey ; in the evening, the waxen taper ; in the summer noon, a voice in the garden, or the window ; in the winter, and at all other times, a meeter of us in books. She talks Greek to us in Sophocles and Theocritus ; Virgil's very best Latin, in his Georgics ; we have just heaixl her in Italian; and besides all her charming associations with the poets in general, one of the Elizabethan men has made a whole play out of her, a play in which the whole dramatis ])erso?ice are bees ! And a very sweet performance it is, according to Charles Lamb, who was not lavish of his j^raise. It was written by Thomas Day, one of the fellows of Massinger and Decker, and is called the " Parliament of Bees." Lamb has given ex- tracls from it in his " Specimens of the Dramatic Poets," and says in a note : " ' The doings, The births, the wars, the wooings,' of these pretty winged creatures are, with continued liveliness, A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 149 portrayed, throughout the whole of this curious old drama, in words which bees would talk with, could they talk ; the very air seems replete with humming and buzzing melodies while we read them. Surely bees were never so be-rhymed before." (Vol. ii., Moxon's latest edition, p. 130). Would to heaven that a horrid, heavy-headed monster called Hepatitis who has been hindering us from having our way of late in the most unseason- able manner, and is at this minute clawing our side and shoulder for our disrespect of him would have allowed us to go to the British Museum, and read the whole play for ourselves. We might have been able to give the reader some pleasant tastes of it, besides those to be met with in Mr. Lamb's book. The following is a specimen. Klania, a female bee, is talking of her lovers : " Philon, a Bee Well skill'd in verse and amorous poetry, As we have sate at work, both on one roae,'^ Has humm'd sweet canzons, both in verse and prose, Which I ne'er minded. Astrophel, a Bee (Although not so poetical as he) Yet in his full invention quick and ripe. In summer evenings on his well tuned pipe, Upon a ivoodbine blossom in the sun, (Our hive being clean swept and our day's work done ) Would play us twenty several tunes ; yet I Nor minded Astrophel, nor his melody. Then there 's Amniter, for whose love fair Leade (That pretty Bee) flies up and down the mead * " Prettily pilfered," says Lamb, " from the sweet passage in the ' Midsummer Night's Dream,' where Helena recounts to Hermia their school-days' friendchip : 'We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Created with our needles both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion.' " 150 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. With rivers in her eyes without deserving Sent me trim acom bowls of his own carving, To drink May-dews and mead in. Yet none of these, My hive-born playfellows and fellow Bees, Could I affect, until this strange Bee came." It is pretty clear, however, from this passage, that Mr. Lamb's usual exquisite judgment was seduced by the little loves and graces of these unexpected dramatis persons ; for this is certainly not the way in which bees would talk. It is all human language, and unbeelike pursuits. " Rivers in her eyes" is beautifully said, but bees do not shed tears. They are no carvers of bowls ; and we have no reason to believe that they know anything of music and poetry. The bee " Who, at her flowery work doth sing," sings, like the cicada of Anacreon, with her wings. To talk as bees would talk we must divest ourselves of flesh and blood, and develop ideas modified by an untried mode of being, and by unhuman organs. We must talk as if we had membran- aceous wings, a proboscis, and no knowledge of tears and smiles ; and, as to our loves, they would be confined to the queen and the drones and very unloving and unj^oetical work they would make of it. The rest of us would know nothing about it. We should love nothing but the flowers, the brooks, our two elegant manufactures of wax and honey, and the whole community at large being" very patriotic, but not at all amorous more like tasteful Amazons than damsels of Ar- cadia; ladies with swords by their sides, and not to be ht/nnncd by the beau-ideals of Mr. Thomas Day. These same formidable weapons of the bees, their stings, remind us of the only drawback on the pleasures of thinkiijg A JAll OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 151 about them their massacres of the drones. Every year those gentlemen have to pay for their idle and luxurious lives by one great pang of abolition. They are all stung and swept away into nothingness ! Truly a circumstance to " give us pause," and perplex us with our wax and honey. It seems, however, to be the result of an irresistible impulse some desperate necessity of state, for want of better knowledge, or more avail- able powers. We are to suppose them doing it unwillingly, with a horror of the task proportioned to the very haste and fury in which they perform it ; as though they wished to get it off their hands as fast as possible, terrified and agonized at the terror and agony which they inflict. Why they leave this tre- mendous flaw in their polity why they govern for the most part so well, and yet have this ugly work to do in order to make all right at the year's end, is a question which human beings may discuss, when nations have come to years of discretion ; when they have grown wise enough, by the help of railroads and mutual benefits, to dispense with cuffing one another like a parcel of schoolboys. Mankind have not yet outlived their own mas- sacres and revolutions long enough to have a right to be astonished at the massacres of the bees. What they ought to be astonished at, is their own notion of the bee-hive as a pattern of government, with this tremendous flaw in it staling them in the face. But we believe they have now become sensible of the awkwardness of the analogy. Assuredly we should find no Archbishop of Canterbury now- a- days arguing in the style of his predecessor, in the play of Henry the Fifth : " So work the honey bees ; Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a kino;, and officers of sorts ; 152 A JAR OF HONEY FEOM MOUNT HYBLA. Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings. Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they, with merry march, bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in liis majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate ; The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum. Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone." Alas ! in Bee-dom, the archbishop himself, inasmuch as he was no wax-chandler, would have been accounted one of these same lazy, yawning drones, and delivered over to the secular arm. Bees do not teach men, nor ought they. We have some higher things among us, even than w^ax and honey; and though we have our flaws, too, in the art of government, and do not yet know exactly what to do with them, we hope we shall find out. Will the bees ever do that ? Do they also hope it? Do they sit j)ondering, when the massacre is over, and think it but a bungling way of bringing their accounts right ? Man, in his self-love, laughs at such a fancy. He is of opinion that no creature can think, or make progression, but himself. What right he has, from his little experience, to come to such conclusions, we know not ; but he must allow, that we know as little of the conclusions of the bees. All we feel certain of is, that with bees, as with men, the good of existence outweighs the evil ; that evil itself is but a rough working towards good ; and that if good can ultimately be better without A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 153 it, there is a thing called hope, which says it may be possible. We take our planet to be very young, and our love of progres- sion to be one of the proofs of it ; and when we think of the good, and beauty, and love, and pleasure, and generosity, and nobleness of mind and imagination, in which this green and glorious world is abundant, we cannot but conclude that the love of progression is to make it still more glorious, and add it to the number of those older stars, which are probably resting from their labours, and have become heavens. CHAPTER XII. MISCELLANEOUS FEELINGS RESrECTINa SICILY, ITS MUSIC, ITS RELIGION, AND ITS MODERN POETRY. DANTE 'S EVENING. AVE MAUIA OF BYRON. THE SICILIAN VESPERS. NOTHING " INFERNAL " IN NATURE. SICILIAN MARINERs's HYMN. INVOCATION FROM COLERIDGE. PAGAN AND ROMAN CATHOLIC WORSHIP. LATIN AND ITALIAN COUPLET. WINTER's RATTO DI PROSERPINA. A HINT ON ITALIAN AIRS. BELLINI. MELI, THE MODERN THEOCRITUS. IME flies, and "J pirL? ^I'i^^ids miistpart. In closing our Blue Jar, a rosy g light seems to come over it, at once beautiful and melancholy ; for terminations are farewells, and farewells remind US of evenings, and of the di- vine lines of the poet : A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 155 ' Era gia I'ora, clie volge '1 desio A' naviganti, e intenerisce '1 cuore Lo di ch'an detto a' dolci amici A Dio : E die lo iiuovo peregrin d'amore Punge, se ode squilla di lontano, Che paia 1 giomo pianger che si muore." 'T was now the hour, when love of home melts through Men's hearts at sea, and longing thoughts portray The moment when they bade sweet friends adieu ; And the new pilgrim now, on his lone way. Thrills as he hears the distant vesper hell, That seems to mourn for the expiring day. Divine, indeed, are those lines of Dante. Why didn't he write all such, instead of employing two volumes out of three, to show us how much less he cared to be divine than infernal ? Was it absolutely necessary for him to have so much black ground for his diamonds ? And another poet who took to the black, or rather the burlesque, side of things, how could he write so beautifully on the same theme, and resist giving us whole poems as tender and confiding, to assist in making the world happy ? The stanza respecting the Ave Maria is surely the best in " Don Juan :" " Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot where I so oft Have felt the moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth, so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft. And not a breath crept through the rosy air. And yet the forest leaves seemed stirrd with prayer ^ 156 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Not, we beg leave to say, that we are Koman Catholic, either in our creed or our form of worship ; though we should be not a little inclined to become such, did the creed contain nothing harsher or less just than the adoration of maternity. We have been taught to be too catholic in the true sense of the word (Universal) to wish for any ultimate form of Christianity, except that which shall drop all the perplexing thorns through Avhich it has grown, and let the odour of its flower be recognised in its spotless force without one infernal embitterment. But it will be said that there are infernal embitterments even in the sweetest forms of things, whether we will have them or no massacres in bee-hives, D antes among the greatest poets, Sicilian Vespers. Think of those, it will be said. Think of the horrible massacre known by the name of the " Sicilian Vespers." Think of the day in your honeyed, Hyblasan island, when the same hour which Sinks o'er the earth, so beautiful and soft, with not a breath in its rosy air, and with the leaves of its trees moving as if they were lips of adoring silence, was the signal for an indiscriminate slaughter of men, women, and children ; ay, babes at the breast, and mothers innocent as the object of vesper worship. Was there nothing infernal in that? Is there nothing hellish, and of everlasting embitterment in the recollection ? No. And again a loud and happy No, of everlasting sweetness. The infernal and the everlastingly bitter imply the same things. There is nothing infernal that has a limit ; therefore there is nothing infernal in nature. Look round, and show it A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 157 if you can. Nature will have no unlimited pain. The sufferer swoons, or dies, or endures; but the limit comes. Death itself is but the dissolution of compounds that have either been disordered or worn out, and therefore cannot continue pleasantly to co-exist. Horrible was this Sicilian massacre ; horrible and mad ; one of the wildest reactions against wickedness in human history. The French masters of the island had grown mad withr power and debauchery, and the islanders grew mad with revenge. It was the story in little of the French Kevolution ; not the Revolution of the Three Days, truly deserving the title of Glorious for its Christian forbearance ; but the old, untaught, delirious, Robespierre Revolution. Dreadful is it to think of the vesper bell ringing to that soft worship of the mother of Jesus, and then of thousands of daggers, at the signal, leap- ing out of the bosoms of the worshippers, and plunging into the heart of every foreigner present, man, woman, and child. But there came an end ; soon to the body ; sooner or later, to the mind. The dead were buried', the French govern- ment in the island was expelled, and a better brought in. The evil perished, good came out of it ; and myriads of vespers have taken place since then, but not one like that. Yes, myriads of vespers a vesper every day, ever since from the year 1282 to this present 1848, all gentle, all secure from the like misery, all more or less worthy of the beautiful description of the poet. If the massacre called the Sicilian Vespers had been infernal, it would have been going on now ! and nature has not made such hellish enormities possible. The only durability to which she tends is a happy one. Her shortest lives (generally speaking) are her least healthy ; her greatest longevities are those of healthy serenity. Supposing the earth to be animated (as some have thought it), we cannot conceive l/iS A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. it to be unhappy, rolling, as it has done for ages, round the sun, "with a swiftness like the blood in the veins of childhood. Eternity of existence is inconceivable on any ground of analogy, except as identical with healthy prevalence ; and healthy pre- valence, with sensation, is inconceivable apart from sensations of pleasure. Gone long ago are the bad Sicilian Vespers ; but the good Sicilian Vespers, the beautiful Sicilian music, the beautiful Sicilian poetry, these remain ; and, as if in sweet scorn of the catastrophe, they are particularly famous for their gentleness. To be told that a Sicilian air is about to be sung, is to be prepared to hear something especially sweet and soft. Every Protestant as well as Roman Catholic lover of music knows the Sicilian Mariners Hymn ; and is a Oathohc, if not a Roman worshipper, while he sings it. Fancy it rising at a distance out of the white- sailed boat in the darkling blue waters, when the sun has just gone down, and the rock on the woody promontory above the chapel, whose bell gave the notice, is touched with rose-colour. Nay, fancy you forget all this, and think only of the honest simple mariners singing this hymn, at the moment when their wives and children are repeating the spirit of it on shore, and all Italy is doing the same : " sanctissima, purissima, Dulcis Virgo Maria! Mater amata, intemerata, Ora pro nobis!" most holy, most spotless, Mary, Virgin glorious ! Mother dearest, maiden clearest Oh, we pray thee, pray for us. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 159 The sweetest of English poets could not resist echoing this kind of evening music in a strain of his own ; but though he did it in the course of an invocation, it is rather a description than a prayer. It is, however, very Sicilian, INVOCATION. Sung behind the scenes in Coleridge's tragedy of " Remorse ;" to be accom- panied, says the poet, by ^^ soft music from an instrument of glass or steel.''' " Hear, sweet spirit hear the spell ! Lest a blacker charm compel ; So shall the midnight breezes swell With thy deep long-lingering knell ;" (Observe the various yet bell-like intonation of that last verse, and the analogous feeHng in the repetition of the rhyme) " And at evening evermore, hi a chajjel on the shore. Shall the chanters, sad and saintly. Yellow tapers burning faintly, Doleful masses chaunt for thee. Miserere, Domine ! " Hark ! the cadence dies away On the yellow moonlight sea : The boatmen rest their oars, and say, Miserere, Domine!'' The tapers are yellow in the chapel, and the moonlight yellow out of doors one of those sympathies of colour which are often finer than contrast. 160 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Coleridge was so fond of sweet sounds, that he makes one of the characters in this play exclaim, "If the bad spirit retain'd his angel's voice, Hell scarce were hell." The Pagans of old were of the same opinion, for they made Pluto hreak his inexorable laws at the sound of the harp of Orpheus, his eyes, in spite of themselves, being forced to shed '* iron tears," as Milton finely calls them. The notes, as the poet says, " Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. And made Hell grant what Love did seek." " The grim king of the ghosts" would not have shed them if he could have helped it. So Moschus, in his " Elegy on the Death of Bion," expresses his opinion, that if his deceased friend would sing a pastoral to the Queen of Pluto, " something Sicilian," as he emphatically calls it (SiKeXixov n), she could not have the heart to deny his return to earth. One should like to know the hymns which the Pagans actually sung to Proser- pina and her mother Ceres, and how far they coincided, per- haps in some instances were identical, with strains now sung in the Catholic churches. Some of the oldest chants are sup- posed to be of Greek origin ; and indeed it would be marvel- lous if all the ancient music had been swept away, considering how many ceremonies, vestments, odours, processions, churches themselves, and, to say the truth, opinions, were retained by the new creed from the old wisely in many instances, most curiously in all. Very naturally, too ; for the knees are. the A JAR OF PIONEY FKOM MOUNT HYBLA. 101 same knees with which all human beings kneel. Pagan or Christian ; and the sky is the same to which they look up, whether inhabited by saints or goddesses. Nor is there any- thing " blasphemous" (as zealous Protestants are too quick to assert) in the Roman Catholic tendency to use the same kind of language towards the one, as was held and hymned towards the other ; for blasphemy signifies what is injurious to the character of the divinity, and nothing is injurious to it except the attribution of injustice and cruelty. If theological opinions, of whatever creed, offended in nothing w^orse than an excess of zeal towards the beauty of the maternal character, or in behalf of the supposition that the spirits of the good and pious interested themselves in our welfare, the human heart would be little disposed to quarrel with them, in times even more enlightened than the present. There is a couplet extant in Italy, remarkable for being both Italian and Latin. It might have been addressed, by a Pagan of the Lower Roman Empire, to the goddess Proserpina, when she was the guardian angel of Sicily, or to the Virgin Mary, by a modern Roman Catholic ; and we find nothing horrible in this. On the contrary, it seems to fuse the two eras gently and tenderly together, by the same affecting link of human want and natural devotion. This is the couplet : " In mare irato, in subita procella, Invoco te, nostra benigna st^Ua." In sudden storms, and when the billows blind, Thee I invoke, star sweet to human kind ! When we spoke, in a former chapter, of the beautiful Sicilian story of Proserpina, we forgot (a very ungrateful piece 162 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. I of forgetfiilness) to add, that one of the loveliest tributes ever paid to it by genius, is the Ratio di Proserpina Winter's opera so called. There is every charm of the subject in it, the awfulness of the greater gods, the genial maternity of Ceres, the tender memory of her daughter, the cordial re-assurances given her by Mercury, the golden-age dances of the shepherds. What smile of encouragement ever surpassed that of the strain on the words Cerere tornera, in the divine trio. Mi lasci, O madre amata .^ What passionate mixture of delight and melancholy, the world-famous duet of VagUi Colli 1 Why does not some publisher make an Elegant Extracts of such music from composers that will survive all fashion, and have comments written upon them, like those on poets ? What would we not give to see such an edition of the finest airs of all the great inventive melodists, the Pergolesis and Paisiellos and their satellites, and all the inventive harmonists too, the Bachs, Corellis, and Beethovens, each with variorum notes from the best critics, and loving indications of the beauties of particular passages ? Publications of this kind are yet wanting, to the honour, and glory, and thorough household companion- ship of the art of music ; and it is a pity somebody does not take the opportunity of setting about them, when there are critics, both in and out of the profession, qualified to do them justice.* We cannot close our Jar better than with a taste of " the modern Theocritus," Giovanni Meh, who deserves his title, and whose very name, as we said before, signifies honey. Meli * Why does not Mr. Edward Holmes do it? or Mr. Chorley? We have heard that M. Berlioz has some such work in hand, with a translation of which his friends are to favour the public. Such a production, if copious, might form an epoch in the critical history of the art. We hope a time will come when music will be as freely quoted in books as poetry is. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 1G3 is honey both in modern Sicilian and in ancient Greek ; and the poet may be a descendant of the Greek possessors of the island ; nay, (to carry the fancy out,) possibly of Theocritus himself ! Who is to prove, on the beautiful negative principle, that he was not ? Meli was an abbate at Palermo, a doctor of medicine, public professor of chemistry in the University there, and member of several academies. So are his titles set forth in the edition of his poems in seven volumes, which we have had the pleasure, since these chapters were first written, of picking up at a book- stall in Holborn. They are not very pastoral- sounding titles; yet the more knowledge the better, even for the shepherd ; and the shepherd-poet turns it all to account, just as chemistry itself improves the field and the flowers. One of the friends whom Theocritus himself has immortalized, was a physician. We have it on the authority of a gentleman who knew the Abbate Meli, that he was as good a man as he was a charming poet. He seemed to live only (he says) to do good and to give pleasure : and he was as much beloved by the poor, as his company was in request among the prosperous. To say that Meli was to be of the party, was to give an evening assembly of friends its highest zest. His virtues were anything but narrow. He was temperate, but not ascetic. He balked no genial inspiration ; was a modern Anacreon as well as Theocritus ; evince^d a liberal turn of mind in every respect, without ofience ; and could write hymns full of natural piety, as well as drinking and love songs. He was also a deeply read man, and a solid thinker. One of his longest poems is a banter upon the various assumptions of philosophy respecting the system of the world. Heartily do we wish it were in our power to give as good an account of the poems as of their titles ; but though they have a glossary for 164 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. the benefit of " the ItaUans," we cannot yet boast such a knowledge of them as quahfies us to say much in evidence, beyond their general merits. These we can discern well enough, like glimmerings of nymphs and flocks among the trees ; and very like Theocritus indeed is his genius ; very true to nature and to manners, impulsive in its style, not afraid of colloquial- isms and homely traits, but with an air of grace over all, and the right happy aroma of the subtle and the suggestive. The moment you 0]3en his first eclogue, you meet with a picture truly Theocritan. A herdsman asks a shepherdess if she has seen a cow of liis which is missing, and he thus accosts her : " O Pasturedda, di li trizzi ad uiiiia, Chi fai pinnata di la manu matica, Pri' un t' appighiari ssa facciuzza biuima." *' O shepherdess with the waving locks, who make a penthouse over your eyes w^ith your left hand, for fear of embrowning your pretty face," &c. Meli was poor, till, doubtless, he thought himself rich on receiving a small pension from ihe late King Ferdinand ; for which (says the author of an interesting article on the " Dialects and Literature of Southern Italy," in the British Quarterly Review) " the poet expressed his gratitude in respectful, but not adulatory terms." The dialect of Sicily is remarkable for preferring close sounds to broad ones. It converts the Tuscan Vs into ds, and its es and os into Vs and />. Thus, " bella" becomes hedda ; "padre" patri; "mare," mari ; " sono," sumiu ; " colorito," culuritu, &c. This is reversing the state of things in the days of Theocritus, when the Dorian inhabitants of Sicily were accused A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 165 of doing nothing when they spoke but "yawn" and " gabble."* But it is attributed to the Arabs, when they were masters of the island. It has, probably, been injurious to the cause of music, and hindered the Sicilians from producing as many fine com- posers as their Neapolitan neighbours. Thus much, lest the reader should start at the strange, though pretty, look of Meli's Italian, the poet having wisely chosen to speak in the tongue of those, from whose natures and homes he copied. The reader will see at once this leading difference between the Italian language and the Sicilian form of it, in the following opening stanzas of one of Meli's canzonets, accompanied by a Tuscan version from the pen of Professor Rosini : Sti silenzii, sta virdura, Questa ombrifera verdiira, Sti muntagni, sti vallati, Queste tacite vallate, L'ha criatu la Natura L'ha create la Natura Pri li cori innamurati. Sol per Talme innamorate. Lu susurru di li frunni, II susurro delle fronde, Di li sciumi lu lamentu, Del rio garrulo il lamento, L'aria, I'ecu chi rispunni, L'aria, I'eco che risponde, Tuttu spira sentimentu. Tutto spira sentimento. " These quiet and green places, these mountains and valleys, were created by Nature on purpose for loving hearts. " The whispering of the leaves, the murmuring of the waters, the falling and rising of the wind evertliing inspires the innermost feelings." So, in the beginning of Eclogue the Second, a countryman, who seems fatigued, accosts another who is sitting at his door, * See a pleasant allusion to this charge by Theocritus himself, at page 48 of the present book, where Praxinoe disburses a quantity of as. 166 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. and asks him whether his dogs are gentle, and he may venture to come in. The good householder begs him to stand a minute or two on the rock-stone, and he will call the dogs off. " Come here, Scamper," says he, *' thumping the ground there with your tail. Quiet, Wasp, quiet ! Down, Lion ! Now you can come in, and rest yourself; and I hope you'll stop and take some- thing. I have a new cheese at your service, and a piping hot loaf, just out of the oven, made of capital bread," &c. The graphic animation of this exordium, particularly the passage we have marked in Italics, is quite in the spirit of Theocritus. But we are obliged to stop short in it for want of imderstanding the next sentence. Theocritus could satirize a king. In the following passage in his Winter Idyll, Meli is perhaps covertly sticking his sly pen into a monk. A good old grandsire is proposing to have what we should now call a Christmas dinner ; and he consults his family as to what shall be the principal dish what meat he shall kill : " Ora e lu tempu, Ch'unu di li domestici animali Mora pri nui ; ma mi dirriti : quali ? Lu voi, la vacca, \ asinu, la crapa Su stati sempri a parti tuttu 1' annu Di li nostri travagghi ; e na gran parti Duvemu ad iddi di li nostri beni ; Vi pari, chi sarria riconoscenza Digna di nui, na tali ricompenza ? Ma lu porcu ? lu porcu e statu chiddu, Chi a li travagghi d' autri ed a li nostri E statu un ozziusu spettaturi ; Anzi abbusannu di li nostri curi ; I A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 167 Mai s' e dignatu scotiri lu ciancu Da lu faiigusu lettu, a proprii pedi Aspittannu lu cibbu, e cu arroganza Nui sgrida di 1' insolita tardanza. Chistu, chi nun conusci di la vita, Chi li suli vantaggi, e all' autri lassa Li vuccuni chiu amari, comu tutti Fussimu nati pri li soi piaciri ; Chi immersu tra la vili sua pigrizzia Stirannusi da 1' unu e 1' autru latu Di li suduri d' autm s' e ingrassatu ; Si : chistu mora, e ingrassi a nui: lu porcu, Lu vili, lu putruni Si : I'ingrassatu a costu d' autru, mora. Lettu gia lu prucessu ; e proferuta, Fra lu comuni applausu e la gioja, La fatali sintenza ; attapanciatu, Strascinatu, attacatu, stramazzatu Fu lu porcu a 1' istanti ; un gran cuteddu Sprofundannusi dintra di la gula, Ci ricerca lu cori, e ci disciogghi Lu gruppu di la vita : orrendi grida, Gemiti strepitusi, aria ed oricchi Sfardanu e a li vicini, e a li luntani, Ed anchi fannu sentiri a li stiddi lia grata nova di lu gran maceddu. Saziu gia di la straggi lu cuteddu Apri niscennu, spaziusa strata A lu sangu, ed a 1' anima purcina ; L' unu cadennu dintra lu tineddu, Prometti sangunazzi ; e 1' antra scappa, E si disperdi in aria tra li venti, O com' e fama, passa ad abitari Dintru lu corpu di un riccuni avaru, Giacchi nun potti in terra ritruvari Chiu vili 6 schiufusu munnizzaru." 168 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. " The bull, cow, donkey, and goat have all shared in the labours of the year, and assisted to keep us; so that to slaughter one of those would hardly be grateful. But the pig ! What think you of the pig ? He has been nothing but a lazy spectator a fellow living on those labours ; nay, an abuser of the care we take to keep him ; for he scorns to stir from his muddy bed, expects his food to be laid at his feet, and even has the arrogance to cry out against us if we are not in a hurry. Nothing of life knows he but its luxuries ; he leaves all his cares to us, as if we were born for nothing else but to heap him with enjoyments. Plunged in the vilest indolence, he con- tents himself with turning from one side to the other, and grow- ing fat with the sweat of our brows. Oh, he must die by all means, and fatten us in our turn. The hog the vile wretch the poltroon the corpulent selfish rascal Death to him ! " No sooner said than done. The sentence is carried by acclamation. The pig is grappled with, dragged along, tied and bound, slain utterly, through and through. The huge knife, profoundly plunged into that gullet of his, goes to his heart amid horrid shrieks and dinning lamentations, which bear the news of the great deed to friends afar off, and to the very stars in heaven. Blood and soul, in a flood ample as the way made for them, follow the withdrawing blade, lanima pvrcina, the spirit of pork ; the blood into a hogshead, pro- mising black puddings ; the soul, either into the passing winds, or, as others think, into the body of some greedy chufip of a millionaire, that vilest and most repulsive of muck-worms." Meli's first volume consists entirely of bucolics ; the second of odes, sonnets, and canzonets; the third chiefly of verses in the manner of Berni, of satires, and dithyrambics ; the A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 169 fourth is occupied with a long Bernesque poem, called the Fairy Galanta, seemingly full of national as well as critical matters; the fifth and sixth with another on Don Quixote; and the seventh with elegies and fables. By this the reader may judge of the diversity of 'his genius, and its tendency to the sprightly ; with which, however, a fund of thinking is always mixed up. He was evidently forced to conceal a great deal of deep thought and indignant sympathy in the garb of a jester. He did this, however, so well, expressed so much horror at the French revolution, and showed himself such a friend of all who had anything good in them, that in a country notorious for its arbitrary government, he w^as in favour with the court and aristocracy; and the circumstance, upon the whole, does them credit. Princes in Sicily are as common as country squires in England; but they have beautiful titles, and it is pleasant to read the list of his subscribers. Among them, here and there, is the name of an Englishman ludicrously set forth. Thus we have Sifa Altezza Reale, &c., to wit, His Royal Highness Prince Don Leopoldo Borbone A hundred copies. His Excellency the Signor Prince della Trabia Ten copies. Her Excellency the Signora Princess della Trabia. The Most Illustrious Signor Marquis Cardillo A hundred copies. Mister Becker (probably Baker) Two copies. My Lord the Great Chamberlain Don Gaspare Leone. The Most Illustrious Signor Duke di Campobello. Don Francesco Orlando. Don Antonino Sirrettn. Don Giuseppe Benthilley (probably Mr. Joseph Bentley). Don Giuseppe llouiano. 170 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Lieutenant-Colonel Don Filippo Cellano. The Most Illustrious Marquis della Gran Montagna. Don Antonino Lucchese Pepoli. Her Excellency the Signora Princess of Pandolhna. (What a noble word !) The Most Illustrious Marquis of Altavilla. Her Excellency the Signora Princess of Paterno. Her Excellency the Signora Duchess della Grazia. Don Michele Beaumont. His Excellency the Reverend Lord Gravina, Bishop of Flaviopolis. The Most Illustrious Count Don Giuseppe de Monroy, of the Princes of Pandolfina. His Excellency the Signer Prince of Villafranca. The Most Illustrious Prince of Villadorata. The Most Illustrious Don Vincenzo Jacona di Catania, Baron of Castellana. But we shall never have done playing this beautiful tune of a nomenclature. The most agreeable specimen of Meli remains to be given. It is done to our hand by the reviewer before mentioned ; and is done so well, that we are spared the difficulty of attempting it after him. We therefore give it in his own prose version. It luckily happens to be one that furnishes direct comparison with Meli's prototype, and with the Latin and English followers of that original. Most readers of Pope will recollect a passage in which he describes a coquettish girl, who attracts her lover's attention while pretending not to do so. But see how the natural thoughts originally suggested by Theocritus, are sub- jected to the artificial manner. The principal idea you have, is not of the things, but of the words, and of their classical construction : A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 171 Strephon. " Me gentle Delia beckons /ro?/i the plain. Then, hid in shades, eludes her eager &wain ; Bnt feigns a laugh, to see me search around. And by that laugh the uilling fair is found. DAriiNis. " The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green, She runs, but hopes she does not run unseen ; While a kind glance at her pursuer flies, How much at variance are her feet and eyes .'" Pope's Pastorals. Very epigrammatic that, and as unlike pastoral as the ball-rooms could desire ! It was a horrible spoiling of Virgil:- " Malo me Galatea petit, lasciva puella, Et fugit ad salices, et se cupit ante videri." EcLOG. III. V. 64. Thus translated by Dryden : " My Phillis me with pelted apples plies ; Then tripping to the woods the wanton hies. And wishes to be seen before she flies." The Latin poet, too, in the flight of the damsel, added a charming idea to the one suggested by Theocritus ; if, indeed, the Greek did not give the first hint of it himself Idyll v., v. 172 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. Literally, " Clearista pelts the goatherd with a23ples, as he goes by with his goats, and then hums something sweet." The goatherd here does not seem to stop. It is not certain that he and the damsel are acquainted ; though he wishes to imply that she loves him. In case they are intimate, we are to suppose that she intends him to imagine her saying something very pleasant, though he is too far off to hear it ; but in the other case, Virgil probably understood her to pretend that she had not pelted the apples at all ; for which reason she falls to humming a tune, with an air of innocent indifference. Be this as it may, nobody will deny the truly natural and Theocritan style in which the modern Sicilian has enlarged upon the old suggestion. "Meli," says the reviewer, "introduces a group of fishing- girls, chattering and joking, and telling of their loves, in the absence of their parents. Their very names, Pidda, Lidda, and Eidda, sound congenial to their condition. To an invi- tation to go and romp on the sands, Lidda prudishly replies that she is afraid of meeting some rude swain. Ridda also tells a story of having seen a fisherman concealed behind the rocks, who addresses her in an amorous song, which frightened her out of her senses. But Pidda, who. is the eldest of the three, loses patience at this affected simplicity, and exclaims ' Eh via muzzica oca stu jiditedJu ; E v.ija franca, ca nni canuscemu ; Avemu tutti lu 'nnamu rated du.' Literally, 'Come, poor innocents, bite my little finger; but let that pass; we know each other, and that each of us has her sweetheart.' A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HVBLA. 173 " Lidda, at last, casts off her shyness, and sings the following pretty ditty ' Quannu a Culicchia jeu voggbiu parrari, Ca spissu spissu mi veni lu sfilu, A la finestra mi mettu a filari; Quann' iddu passa, poi rumpu lu filu ; Cadi lu fusu ; ed eu mettu a gridari, " Gnuri, pri carita proitimilu." Iddu lu pigghia ; mi metti a guardari ; Jeu mi nni vaju suppilu suppilu.' " ' When I wish to speak to my sweetheart, which occurs pretty often, I seat myself at the window to spin ; and when he is passing underneath, I manage to hreak the thread ; the spindle falls (out of the window), and I cry out, dolefully, " Oh, friend, be so kind as to pick it up for me !" He does so, and looks at me, when I feel out of my wits for joy/ " We shall not close our Jar with anything less good than this. There are still, indeed, divers good things of ancient Sicilian poetry one or two in particular which we are wrong not to have given the English reader some taste of (as far as we could), while writing our chapters on them ; and also some passages from modern travellers, which, as illustrating other points of our subject, we think would have been found welcome by the reader. These, therefore, we have put by themselves in the following pages, under a title which shows them to have been part of our stock ; and so, submitting them to his judgment, conclude by wishing both him and his all the good things in the w^orld. OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. THE JOURNEY TO THE FEAST. (from THEOCRITUS.) This, instead of an '* overflowing," ought to have been a constituent part of the Jar, because it supplies what has been wanting to complete our specimens of Theocritus; namely, a sample of the happiest and most enjoying portion of his genius. The original is one of his finest productions. The chief part of it relates what befell him on his way to a friend's house out of town, to join a party at harvest-home. He over- takes a brother poet, who, in respect to his condition in life, might have been to Theocritus what a Burns from the plough might have been to a " gentleman," had any such rival poet existed in Burns' time. This inspired rustic, who (with the propriety noticed in our remarks on the subject) speaks as well as the gentleman himself, is represented as reciting a i^oem of his composition, to beguile the way. Theocritus, in return, recites a composition of his own ; and the whole piece concludes with a description of the luxurious orchard nest which awaited our author on his aiiival at the house he was going to : 176 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE J AH. Once on a time myself and Eucritus Went out of town, taking Amyntas with us, To join a feast of Ceres, that was given By Phrasidamus and Antigenes, Sons of Lycopeus, and descended too (If that is anything) from CUtias, Ay, and from Calcon, who with his strong foot Dug from the rock the fount there, at Burinna, Where you perceive such a thick bower of ehns And poplars, making quite a roof o'erhead. We had not got half way, nor yet discern'd The tomb of Brasilas, when we overtook. Travelling along, a favourite of the Muse, A goatherd, of the name of Lycidas ; And goatherd well he seem'd ; for on his shoulders Hung a right simple goatskin, hairy and thick, Smelling as if 'twas new; about his body Was an old jerkin, tied with platted straw ; And in his hand he bore a crooked stick Made of wild olive. Placidly he turned, A little smile parting his kindly lips. And with a genial eye accosting me. Said, " Ah, Theocritus ! and where go you At noon, when all the lizards are asleep, And not a lark but sobers. Is 't a feast You're making haste to, or some vintager's. That thus you dash the pebbles with your sandals '?' " Lycidas," answered I, " the world, my friend. Shepherds, reapers, and all, count you a poet Of the first pastoral order, which delights me : Nevertheless, I hope you see another. It is a feast we 're going to. Some friends Keep one to-day to holy Mother Earth, For gratitude, their gamers are so full. But come ; as we are going the same way. And love the same good pastime, let 's indulge OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 177 Each other's vein a little ; for my lips Breathe also of the Muse ; and people call me Greatest of living song ; a praise, however, Of which I am not credulous, no, hy Earth ; For there 's Philetas, and our Samian too, Whom I no more pretend to have surpass'd, Than frogs the grasshoppers." Well ; we agreed ; And Lycidas, with one of his sweet smiles, Said, " You must let me give you, when we finish, This olive-stick, for you have proved yourself A scion truly from the stock of Jove. I also hate the builder that pretends To rival mountain- tops, and just as much Those dunghill cocks that tear their throats in vain With trying to outcrow Homer himself ! But come, let us begin, Theocritus. Well, 1 11 be first then. Tell me if you like This little piece, friend, which I hammered out The other day as I was pacing ^tna. Lycidas here commences his recitation of the following verses, which are in honour of a friend who has gone abroad, and include the Legend of Comatas : " Ageanax, if he forgets me not His faithful friend, shall safely cross the seas To Mytelene, both when the south wind. Warned by the westering Kids,* adds wet to wet. And when Orion dips his sparkling feet. Let halcyons smooth the billows, and make still The west wind and the fiercer east, which stirs The lowest sea-weeds ; halcyons, of all birds * The constellation so called. 178 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. Dear to the blue-eyed Nymphs, and fed by them. Let all things favour the kind voyager, And land him safely ; and that day, will I, Wearing a crown of roses or white violets, Quaff by my fire-side Pteleatic wine ; And some one shall dress beans ; and I will have A noble couch, to lie at ease upon, Heaped up of asphodel and yielding herbs ; And there I '11 drink in a divine repose, Calling to mind Ageanax, and drain With clinging lips the goblet to the dregs : And there shall be two shepherds to play to me Upon the pipe ; and Tityrus, standing by. Shall sing how Daphnis was in love with Xenia, And used to walk the Mountain, while the oaks Moaned to him on the banks of Himera ; And how he melted in his love away, Like snows on Athos, or on Rhodope, Or Haemus, or the farthest Caucasus ; And Tityrus shall sing also, how of old The goatherd by his cruel lord was bound, And left to die in a great chest ; and how The busy bees, up coming from the meadows To the sweet cedar, fed him with soft flowers, Because the Muse had filled his mouth with nectar. Yes, all those sweets were thine, blessed Comatas ; And thou wast put into the chest, and fed By the blithe bees, and passed a pleasant titne. Would that in my time also thou wert living. That we might keep our flocks upon the Mountain, And I might hear thy voice, while thou shouldst lie Under the oak-trees or the pines, and modulate Thy pipe deliciously, divine Comatas." Here ended he his song, and thus in turn I took up mine : " Dear Lycidas, the Nymphs Have taught me also, while I kept my flocks, OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 179 Excellent subjects ; and the best of all I '11 tell you now, since you are dear to them. Theocritus here commences his recitation in turn, the subject of which is an unsuccessful passion of his friend Aratus, sup230sed to be the contemporary poet of that name, author of the " Phsenomena :" " 'T was on the unlucky side the Loves sneez'd to me, For I love Myrto, as the goats love spring, But to no purpose. Meanwhile too, Aratus, My best of friends, becomes in love with Pholoe. Aristis has long known it, good Aristis, To whom Apollo's self would not disdain To play his harp from his own golden seat. Pan, who gained by lot the lovely grounds Of Homole, O send her to his arms. Her, or another girl as beautiful ! do but so, and the Arcadian youth Shall scourge thee not with squills, when they have miss'd Their hunted game : but if thou dost it not, Thou shalt be flayed, and sent to sleep in straw : In mountains and by rivers of the north Mid winter shalt thou pass ; and then in summer Be changed to utmost Ethiopia, there To tend thy flocks under the Blemyan rock, Where thou canst see not Nile.'i= But you, ye Loves, With your sweet apple cheeks, leave the moist nooks Of Hyetis and Byblis, and fly up To Venus's own heaven, and thence, ah thence, Shoot with your arrows for me this desir'd one. Shoot, since she pities not my friend and guest. Riper is she than the moist pear ; and yet * This sample, strange as it may appear, of the familiarity which breeds contempt, even towards objects of worship, and which Theocritus must have smiled while he was describing, has not been confined to Paganism. 180 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. The women say to her, ' Alas, alas, Your flower will wither, Pholoe, on the stalk ! ' Come then, Aratus ; let us lie no more At these proud doors, nor wear our feet with journeys But let another, if he chooses, start With sleepless eyes to hear the crowing cock ; And leave such labours to the wrestler Melon. Care we for nought but comfort : let us seek Some ancient dame, who, muttering o'er a charm, Shall keep away from us all things unkindly." I ended ; and with one of his old smiles, He gave me his poetic gift, the olive-stick ; And turning to the left, struck off for P3'xa. We then went on to Phrasidamus's, Eucritus, T, and the good little Amyntas, And gladly rested upon deep thick couches Of lentisk, and of vine-leaves freshly cut. Above our heads a throng of elms and poplars Kept stirring ; and from out a cave o' the Nymphs A sacred runnel, pouring forth, ran gurgling. Hot in the greenest leaves, labour'd away Those chatterers the cicadas ; the sad tree-frog Kept his good distance in the thorny bush ; The larks and linnets sang ; the stock-dove mourned ; And round the fountains spun the yellow bees : All things smelt rich of summer, rich of autumn : Pears were about our feet, and by our side Apples on apples roll'd ; the boughs bent down To the very earth with loads of damson plums ; And from the casks of wine of four years old. We broke the corking pitch. ye who keep Parnassus' top, ye Nymphs of Castaly, Did ever Chiron, in the rocky cave Of Pholos, set such goblets before Hercules ? Did ever that old shepherd of Anapus, Great Polyphemus, who could throw the rocks. OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 181 Compose such nectar to go dance withal, As on that day ye broached for us, Nymphs, Before the altar of Earth's generous Mother ? Oh may I riot in her heaps again With a great winnow ; while she stands and smiles. Holding, in either hand, poppies and wheat. ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF BION. (from mosghus.) The chief characteristic both of this Sicilian poet Moschus and his friend Bion was a tender and elegant sweetness. We have endeavoured to modulate our version accordingly. This is the pastoral poetry of books, as distinguished from that of real life ; yet it has a real echo in the minds of those who can pass from one region to the other; nor is it wanting in some touches exquisitely human, as we have seen in the famous passage already quoted from the Elegy respecting the (supposed) difference between the transitory nature of man and the rejuvenescence of flowers : Moan with me, moan, ye woods and Dorian waters. And weep, ye rivers, the delightful Bion; Ye plants, now stand in tears ; murmur, ye groves ; Ye flowers, sigh forth your odours with sad buds ; Flush deep, ye roses and anemones ; And more than ever now, oh hyacinth, show Your written sorrows :* the sweet singer's dead. * Alluding to the letters AI, which simply signifies " Alas," and which are to be found (so to speak) in the dark lines or specks observable in the petals of the Turk's Cap Lily; which Professor Martyn has shown to be the true Hyacinth of the ancients. 182 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. Raise, raise the dirge, Muses of Sicily. Ye nightingales, that mourn in the thick leaves, Tell the Sicilian streams of Arethuse, Bion the shepherd's dead ; and that with him Melody's dead, and gone the Dorian song. Eaise, raise the dirge, Muses of Sicily. Weep on the waters, ye Strymonian swans. And utter forth a melancholy song, Tender as his whose voice was like your own And say to the Oeagrian girls, and say To all the nymphs haunting in Bistony, The Doric Orpheus is departed from us. Raise, raise the dirge. Muses of Sicily. No longer pipes he to the charmed herds. No longer sits under the lonely oaks, And sings ; but to the ears of Pluto now Tunes his Lethean verse ; and so the hills Are voiceless ; and the cows that follow still Beside the bulls, low and will not be fed. Raise, raise the dirge, Muses of Sicily. Apollo, Bion, wept thy sudden fate : The Satyrs too, and the Priapuses Dark-veiled, and for that song of thine the Pans, Groan'd ; and the fountain-nymphs within the woods Mourn'd for thee, melting into tearful waters ; Echo too mourn'd among the rocks that she Must hush and imitate thy lips no longer ; Trees and the flowers put off their loveliness ; Milk flows not as 'twas used ; and in the hive The honey moulders, for there is no need. Now that thy honey's gone, to look for more. OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAE. 183 Raise, raise the dirge, Muses of Sicily. Not so the dolphins mourn'd by the salt sea, Not so the nightingale among the rocks, Not so the swallow over the far downs, Not so Ceyx called for his Halcyone, Not so in the eastern valleys Memnon's bird Scream 'd o'er his sepulchre for the Morning's son, As all have mourned for the departed Bion. Raise, raise the dirge. Muses of Sicily. Ye nightingales and swallows every one Whom he once charm'd and taught to sing at will, Plain to each other midst the green tree boughs, With other birds o'erhead. Mourn too, ye doves. Raise, raise the dirge, Muses of Sicily. Who now shall play thy pipe, oh most desir'd one ! Who lay his lip against thy reeds ? who dare it ? For still they breathe of thee and of thy mouth. And Echo comes to seek her voices there. Pan's be they ; and ev'n he shall fear perhaps To sound them, lest he be not first hereafter. Raise, raise the dirge. Muses of Sicily. And Galatea weeps, who loved to hear thee. Sitting beside thee on the calm sea-shore ; For thou did'st play far better than the Cyclops, And him the fair one shunn'd : but thee, but thee, She used to look at sweetly from the water. But now forgetful of the deep, she sits On the lone sands, and feeds thy herd for thee. Raise, raise the dirge. Muses of Sicily. The Muse's gifts all died with thee, O shepherd. 184 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. Men's admiration, and sweet women's kisses. The Loves about thy sepulchre weep sadly, For Venus loved thee, much more than the kiss With which of late she kiss'd Adonis, dying. Thou too, Meles, sweetest-voic'd of rivers, Thou too hast undergone a second grief; For Homer first, that sweet mouth of Calliope, Was taken from thee ; and they say thou moumed'st For thy great son with manj^-sobbing streams, Filling the far-seen ocean with a voice. And now, again, thou weepest for a son. Melting away in misery. Both of them Were favourites of the fountain-nymphs ; one drank The Pegasean fount, and one his cup Fill'd out of Arethuse ; the former sang The bright Tyndarid lass, and the great son Of Thetis, and Atrides Menelaus ; But he, the other, not of wars or tears Told us, but intermix'd the pipe he played With songs of herds, and as he sung he fed them ; And he made pipes, and milk'd the gentle heifer. And taught us how to kiss, and cherish'd love Within his bosom, and was worthy of Venus Raise, raise the dirge. Muses of Sicily. Every renowned city and every town Mourns for thee, Bion ; Ascra weeps thee more Than her own Hesiod ; the Baeotian woods Ask not for Pindar so ; nor patriot Lesbos For her Alcseus ; nor th' ^gean isle Her poet ; nor does Pares so wish back Archilocus ; and Mitylene now, Instead of Sappho's verses, rings with thine. All the sweet pastoral poets weep for thee, Sicelidas the Samian ; Lycidas, Who used to look so happy ; and at Cos, OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 185 Philetas ; and at Syracuse, Theocritus ; All in their several dialects : and I, I too, no stranger to the pastoral song, Sing thee a dirge Ausonian, such as thou Taughtest thy scholars, honouring us as all Heirs of the Dorian Muse. Thou didst bequeath Thy store to others, hut to me thy song. Raise, raise the dirge, Muses of Sicily. Alas, when mallows in the garden die, Green parsley, or the crisp luxuriant dill. They live again, and flower another year ; But we, how great soe'er, or strong, or wise. When once we die, sleep in the senseless earth A long, an endless, unawakeable sleep. Thou too in earth must be laid silently : But the nymphs please to let the frog sing on ; Nor envy I, for what he sings is worthless. Raise, raise the dirge. Muses of Sicily. There came, Bion, poison to thy mouth. Thou did'st feel poison ; how could it approach Those lips of thine, and not be tum'd to sweet ! Who could be so delightless as to mix it. Or bid be mix'd, and turn him from thy song ! Raise, raise the dirge. Muses of Sicily. But justice reaches all; and thus, meanwhile, I weep thy fate. And would I could descend Like Orpheus to the shades, or like Ulysses, Or Hercules before him : I would go To Pluto's house, and see if you sang there. And hark to what you sang. Play to Proserpina Something Sicilian, some delightful pastoral, 186 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. For she once played on the Sicilian shores, The shores of ^tna, and sang Dorian songs, And so thou would'st be honour'd ; and as Orpheus, For his sweet harping, had his love again, She would restore thee to our mountains, Bion. Oh, had I but the power, I, I would do it. THE SHIP OF HIERO. " We find an ample but interesting description, in Athenseus, of a magnificent and prodigious galley, that had twenty benches of rowers, contained an extraordinary number of persons, and was not only provided with dreadful means of assault, but with all that could delight the mind, and charm the sense. Baths of bronze and of Tauromenian marble, stables, a gymnasium, small gardens planted with various trees and watered by pipes, the twining vine and ivy, a library, and a sun-dial, were all in this galley. It had three decks; the second of which was inlaid with variegated mosaic work, con- taining the whole history of Homer's Iliad. Every necessary for repose by night, and banqueting by day, was provided with a regal luxury. " As much timber was brought from the forest of ^tna, for the building of this galley, as would have sufficed for sixty ordinary galleys. It had three masts; and, on the upper deck, it was fortified round with a wall, and eight towers like a citadel. Each of the towers contained four combatants, completely armed, and two archers. Within, the towers were provided with missiles and stones, and on the walls stood a kind of artillery-machine, invented by Archi- medes, which threw stones of three hundred weight, and a lance twelve ells in length, to the distance of a stadium, or six hundred feet. " Each side of the wall was provided with sixty young men, well i OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 187 armed ; and there were shooters even in the mast-cages.* Round the upper deck was an iron rim ; where there were machines placed which would act immediately against an enemy's ship, hold it fast, and draw it to the galley. A tree sufficiently large for the main mast was long sought for in vain, till a hog driver found one in Brettia, or Bruttium, the present South Calabria. The lower deck could be pumped by a single man, Avith the aid of a machine which the Greeks called KoxAtoj/, the Latins CocJilea, and which we, after its inventor, name the screw of Archimedes. "When the wonderful work was completed, it was discovered that some of the havens of Hiero would not contain it, and that in others it was not safe. Hiero therefore sent the galley to King Ptolomy, (Ptolomaeus Philadelphus, I suppose) as a present, to Alexandria. " You will pardon me this borrowed but abbreviated description, taken from Athenseus, as it appears to me, not only interesting in itself, but usefully instructive to those who have formed no just idea of the mechanics of the ancients. To such persons, I recommend the chapter in Athenseus which contains this description, as well as others, in which greater ships of the Ptolemies are described ; and of one which was built by Ptolomaeus Philopater, that, rowers and warriors included, could contain seven thousand men." Stolherg's Travels through Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and Sicily (translated by Holcroft), vol. iv., p. 177. SERENADES IN SICILY AND NAPLES. ' "We reached Alcamo in the evening ; a well-built town, that contains above 8,000 inhabitants. It was built in the year 828, on the fruitful hill Bonifacio, by the Saracen Adalcamo, or Halcamo, who came from Africa; but its site was removed by the Emperor Frederick the Second to the plain in which it now stands. * Similar perhaps to the Top or Round-top, of a man of war. Note hy the Translator. 188 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. "Alcamo boasts of having produced famous men; and, among others, Ciullo del Camo, who is generally called Vincentio di Alcamo. He was the contemporary of Frederick the Second, and is supposed by some to be the first who wrote poetry in the Italian language ; at least, he was one of the first Italian poets. As it was Sunday, we were not surprised to see a great part of the inhabitants tumultuously crowding the streets, for this is a custom through all Italy. They begin on the Saturday evening, after the labour of the week is over, to collect in the market-places and streets. He who should be unacquainted with their manners, would imagine that some extraordinary event or insurrection had caused them to assemble ; for they usually speak all together, with loud voices, rapid articula- tion, and animated gestures. In the midst of their violent con- tentions, you every moment expect they will seize each other by the throat, and are agreeably surprised to hear them end in a loud laugh. " Thus it was at Alcamo, where the streets seemed to be in an uproar till after midnight, when singing and music began; yet, as early as three in the morning, the people were going about, crying aloud the bread and meat, which they sold to the workmen that were preparing for their labour in the fields. The Sicilians, like the Italians, need but little sleep, and willingly part with that little for any diversion ; hence the custom of serenading ever has and ever will prevail. Horace, in the ninth ode of his firstbook, speaks of the serenades of his days. He has been, hitherto, misinterpreted by some commentators ; and, although the manners of the south of Italy and of Sicily might have pointed out what the poet intended to describe, yet I should probably still have misunderstood him, if a lucky accident had not informed me of the true meaning of fhe verse. ' A volume of the Gazette Litteraire de V Europe fell into my hands at Naples, a journal which gave extracts from the commentator, Abbate Galiani, a writer who died some years ago at Naples, a man of understanding, and famous for his numerous works. I do not believe that the whole of his commentary has yet been made public. OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 189 " The ode of which I am speaking begins - * Vides ut alta stet nive candidura Soracte * Horace, L. i. Od. 9. * Behold Soracte's airy height, Made heavy with a weight of snow.* Francis. " The verses * Lenesque sub noctem susurri Composita repetantur hora.' * An assignation sweetly made, With gentle whispers in the dark.' Francis. have generally been understood as if the poet spoke of social friends who met together in the evening. But why should they speak in whispers ? And why at an appointed hour ? Is not the imexpected visit of a friend often the most pleasant ? " Others came nearer to the meaning, without attaining it. They supposed the poet had spoken of two lovers conversing together. Let us hear our acute Neapolitan. " ' These lenes susurri,' says Galiani, ' are not the soft whispers of two lovers ; they are serenades. To elucidate my meaning, it will be necessary for me to enlarge a little on the manners of the ancient Romans manners which are still preserved in the lower parts of Italy, Spain, and the East. Love, that ever powerful, but ever hypocritical passion, suffers itself to be fettered and constrained as long as it can endure ; but when it gathers sufficient strength, it breaks its chains and recovers its freedom. In Spain and Italy, where the climate will permit, the lover declares his passion in the street and at the windows. In France and Germany, where the winds are more rude, love is obliged to open the door, and tell his tale by the fire-side. In the country of Horace, the door was impassable and the house considered as sacred, particularly if it contained a young maiden that was marriageable. " ' But let us not deceive ourselves : neither Arab nor Turk first introduced the jealousy of the seraglio to Greece and Asia. The custom is much older ; it is attached to the soil, it still exists in Italy, 190 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. or rather did exist, till, at the end of the last century, French man- ners prevailed all over Italy. In the south, however, this ancient custom still remains in full force ;* the doors there are yet impassable to lovers. Watched, as they are in Turkey, the girls spend a great part of their time at the window, especially by night, listening to the songs which the lovers sing in a low voice, that they may not disturb the neighbourhood. The maiden conceals the light of her chamber, and her lover only knows that she is present by her soft whispers which he hears from the balcony. I have a thousand times witnessed the scenes which Horace describes. On a sudden the girl is silent, and returns no more answers to the discourse of her lover, who, being in the dark, knows not whether she still listens or is gone. He speaks again, again waits to hear, and at last receiving no reply, is persuaded that his beloved is retired to rest ; or, that frightened by a noise in her mother's chamber, she has thrown herself under the bed-clothes and counterfeited sleep. *' ' These accidents of fright are so common that the lover is not astonished if he be suddenly left in the middle of his nightly colloquy. Dejected, he puts his mandoline in its case, and is about to be gone, when, in an instant, his young mistress, who had retired to a corner of her chamber, gives a loud laugh to inform him that she still listens, and that she had only been sportively playing him a trick. Over- joyed, enraptured, he returns, and again begins his amorous endless tale. " ' This agrees with the description of Horace : " Nunc et latentis proditor intimo Gratus puellse risus ab angulo, Pignusque dereptum lacertis Aut digito male pertinaci." * " This extreme restraint originates in a mistrust of women, and the ill opinion which prevails of the sex. A prudent and chaste education honours and ennobles the fair, who are most injuriously debased by oriental confinement. The German and English women ai"e the most virtuous of their sex. Nowhere are unmarried women so innocent, or the married so happy. Nowhere are wives so honoiared, and so full of worth, as among the Germans and the English. Neither have our women that cold reserve which is frequently the lot of an Englishwoman. "What Galiani says of the hypocrisy of love is in part explained by the text, and in part must be understood only of this passion in the South," OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 191 , " The laugh that from the corner flies, The sportive fair one shall betray ; Then boldly snatch the joyful prize, A ring or bracelet tear away : While she, not too severely coy. Struggling shall yield the willing toy." Francis. " ' In the last two lines, Horace gives us a picture of what happens at a house door. In Italy the young girls are permitted to step to the door for a moment, especially at the beginning of night. The lover is careful to pass and repass, that he may catch the instant in which he may remind his mistress of the hour of their nightly meetings, press her to observe her promise, and endeavour to obtain a token. The last is generally no more than a pretext that he may squeeze her hand, and take a ring from her finger which is weakly defended.' " Thus far Galiani, and I have no difficulty in admitting that the two last lines explain what actually happens. The girl has played tricks with and laughed at her lover; and, being inclined to be reconciled, runs down to the house door. She quarrels with him only for the pleasure of making it up. Our vetturino, a lively young man, who has several times travelled over all Sicily, was not so weary by riding in the heat, but that he willingly touched the strings of his instrument nightly before many a window." Stolbergs Travels, vol. iii., p. 447. SICILIAN BANDITTI IN THE YEAR 1770. " We are just returned from the prince's " (the Prince of Villafranca).* " He received us politely, but with a good deal of state. He offered us the use of his carriages, as there are none to be hired ; and, in the usual style, begged to know in what he could be of service to us. We told him (with an apology for our abrupt departure) that we were obliged to set off to-morrow, and begged his protection on our * Probably the one mentioned in the list of Mali's subscribers. J 92 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. journey. He replied that be would immediately give orders for guards to attend us, that should be answerable for everything ; that we need give ourselves no further trouble ; that whatever number of mules we had occasion for should be ready at the door of the inn, at any hour we should think proper to appoint. He added that we might entirely rely on these guards, who were people of the most determined resolution, as well as of the most approved confidence, and would not fail to chastise on the spot any person that should presume to impose upon us. " Now, who do you think these trusty and well beloved guards are composed of ? Why, of the most daring and most hardened villains, perhaps, that are to be met with upon earth, who, in any other country, would have been broken upon the wheel, or hung in chains, but are here publicly protected, and universally feared and respected. It was this part of the police of Sicily that I was afraid to give you an account of. However, I have now conversed with the prince's people on the subject, and they have confirmed every circumstance that Mr. Maestro made me acquainted with. " He told me, that in this east part of the island, called Val Demoni, from the devils that are supposed to inhabit Mount ^tna, it has ever been found altogether impracticable to extirpate the banditti ; there being numberless caverns and subterraneous pas- sages around that mountain, where no troops could possibly pursue them. That, besides, as they are known to be perfectly determined and resolute, never failing to take a dreadful revenge on all who have offended them, the Prince of Villafranca has embraced it, not only as the safest, but likewise as the wisest and most political scheme, to become their declared patron and protector. And such of them as think proper to leave their mountains and forests, though per- haps only for a time, are sure to meet with good encouragement, and a certain protection in his service, where they enjoy the most un- bounded confidence, which, in no instance, they have ever yet been found to make an improper or a dishonest use of. They are clothed in the prince's livery, yellow and green, with silver lace, and wear likewise a badge of their honourable order, which entitles them to universal fear and respect from the people. " I have just been interrupted by an upper servant of the prince's, I OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 193 i ! who, both by his looks and language, seems to be of the same I worthy fraternity. He tells us, that he has ordered our muleteers, | at their peril, to be ready by day-break ; but that we need not go till we think proper; for it is their business to attend on 7iostri excellenzi. He says he has likewise ordered two of the most desperate fellows in the whole island to accompany us ; adding, in a sort of whisper, that we need be under no apprehension, for that if any person should presume to impose upon us of a single baiocc,''^ they would certainly put him to death. I gave him an ounce,f which 1 knew was what he expected, on which he redoubled his bows, and his excellenzas, and declared we were the most honorahili Signiori he had ever met with, and that if we pleased, he himself should have the honour of attending us, and would chastize any person that should dare to take the wall of us, or injure us in the most minute trifle. We thanked him for his zeal, showing him we had swords of our own. On which, bowing respectfully, he retired. " I can now, with more assurance, give you some account of the conversation I had with Siguier Maestre, who seems to be a very intelligent man, and has resided here for these great many years. " He says, that in some circumstances these banditti are the most respectable people of the island ; and have by much the highest and most romantic notions of what they call their point of honour. That, however criminal they may be with regard to society in general, yet, with respect to one another, and to every person to whom they have once professed it, they have ever maintained the most unshaken fidelity. The magistrates have often been obliged to protect them, and pay them court, as they are known to be perfectly determined and desperate, and so extremely vindictive, that they will certainly put any person to death that has ever given them just cause of provocation. On the other hand, it never was known that any person who had put himself under their protection, and showed that he had confidence in them, had cause to repent of it, or was injured by any of them, in the most minute trifle ; but on the contrary, they will protect him from impositions of every kind, and scorn to go halves with the landlord, like most other conductors * A small coin. + About eleven shillings. 194 OVEKFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. and travelling servants ; and will defend him with their lives, if there is occasion. That those of their number who have thus enlisted themselves in the service of society, are known and respected by the other banditti all over the island ; and the persons of those they accompany are ever held sacred. For these reasons, most travellers choose to hire a couple of them from town to town ; and may thus travel over the whole island in safety. To illustrate their character the more, he added two stories, which happened but a few- days ago, and are still in eveiybody's mouth. " A number of people were found digging in a place where some treasure was supposed to have been hid during the plague. As this has been forbid under the most severe penalties, they Avere immedi- ately carried to prison, and expected to have been treated without mercy ; but, luckily for the others, one of these heroes happened to be of the number. He immediately wrote to the Prince of Villa- franca, and made use of such powerful arguments in their favours, that they were all immediately set at liberty. " This will serve to show their consequence w-ith the civil power. The other story will give you a strong idea of their barbarous ferocity, and the horrid mixture of stubborn vice and virtue (if I may call it by that name) that seems to direct their actions. I should have mentioned, that they have a practice of borrowing money from the country people, who never dare refuse them ; and if they promise to pay it, they have ever been found punctual and exact, both as to the time and the sum ; and would much rather rob and murder an innocent person, than fail of payment on the day appointed. And this they have often been obliged to do, only in order, as they say, to fulfil their engagements, and to save their honour. " It happened within this fortnight that the brother of one of these heroic banditti having occasion for money, and not knowing how to procure it, determined to make use of his brother's name and authority, an artifice which he thought could not easily be dis- covered ; accordingly he went to a country priest, and told him his brother had occasion for twenty ducats, which he desired he would immediately lend him. The priest assured him that he had not so large a sum, but that if he would return in a few days it should be ready for him. The other replied that he was afraid to return to his OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 195 brother with this answer, and desired that he woukl by all means take care to keep out of his way at least till such time as he had pacified him, otherwise he could not be answerable for the conse- quences. As bad fortune would have it, the very next day the priest and the robber met in a narrow road ; the former fell a trembling as the latter approached, and at last dropped on his knees to beg for mercy. The robber, astonished at this behaviour, desired to know the cause of it. The trembling priest answered, ' II denaro, il denaro. The money the money ; but send your brother to-morrow, and you shall have it.' The haughty robber assurred him that he disdained taking money of a poor priest ; adding, that if any of his brothers had been low enough to make such a demand, he himself was ready to advance the sum. The priest acquainted him with the visit he had received the preceding night from his brother, by his order, assuring him,' that if he had been master of the sum, he should immediately have supplied it. ' Well,' says the robber, ' I will now convince you whether my brother or I are most to be believed; you shall go with me to his house, which is but a few miles distant.' On their arrival before the door the robber called on his brother, who never suspecting the discovery, immediately came to the balcony ; but on perceiving the priest he began to make excuses for his con- duct. The robber told him there was no excuse to be made, that he only desired to know the fact, if he had gone to borrow money of that priest in his name or not ? On his owning it, the robber with deliberate coolness lifted his blunderbuss to his shoulder and shot him dead, and turning to the astonished priest, ' You will now be persuaded,' said he, ' that 1 had no intention of robbing you at least.' " You may now judge how happy we must be in company of our guards. I don't know but this very hero may be one of them. " Brydones Tour through Sicily and Malta, vol. i., First Edition, p. 07. 196 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. GOOD-NATURED HOSPITALITY, AND FACETIOUS IGNORANT OLD GENTLEMAN. CHRISTMAS DAY, 1777. " Having spent the best part of the day in examining, measuring, and drawing this noble building, I hastened back to Calatafimi, as eager for refreshment as I had been in the morning for antiquities. I found the best fare provided for me the place could afford; the lodging, however, was old, crazy, and cold, but the owners so civil and attentive that it was impossible to complain of any inconveniences ; the master of the house was a notary, and his wife one of the prettiest women I had yet seen in Sicily. I was afterwards distressed beyond measure to learn that they had not suffered my man to pay for the least thing, and had sitten up all night to accommodate us with beds. To enliven the evening conversation they invited the principal people of the town with their wives, who were very free and sociable ; this rather surprised me, as many travellers, and those very modern ones, tell us that the Sicilians are so jealous and severe to their wives that they never suffer them to come into the company of strangers, much less to join in conversation with them. I suspect these persons have copied authors who wTOte in times when such mistrust reigned more than it does at present, or have formed general inductions from partial evidence. There seems to be very little constraint laid upon the intercourse of the two sexes among the nobility at Palermo, and none among my visitors at Calatafimi, people of a lower class ; the observation, therefore, does not hold good in every instance. The assembly was very attentive to all my words and motions, that they might anticipate my wishes and save me trouble ; but their civility was of an unpolished kind. I was frequently the subject of their discourse, and those that knew anything about me, either from tlie archbishop's letter or from ray servants, communicated their knowledge aloud to every new-comer, as if I were deaf or did not understand their language. An old gentleman, the wit of the circle, put many questions to me, and in return acquainted me with the politics and scandal of the town. He was possessed of great cheerful OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 197 iiess and native humour, but so totally ignorant of every thing and place beyond the limits of Sicily, that I never could make him comprehend where England is situated, or how circumstanced with regard to its colonies, of which he has learned something from the gazettes. Finding my answers to his questions were incapable of conveying instruction, I gave myself no farther trouble, but suffered him without interiniption to smoke his pipe, and in the intervals of his puffing to run on in a long string of stories, confounding times, names, places, and persons, in so ridiculous a manner, that the most inflexible features must have been betrayed into a smile : fortunately he took my laugh for a compliment, and joined very heartily in it." Swinburne s Travels in the Two Sicilies, \o\. iii., p. 357. SPECIMEN OF HIGHER SOCIETY. " Wild honey is found in great abundance in these woods" (between Terranova and Calatagerone), " but the inhabitants have also hives near their houses ; its flavour is delicious, and has been celebrated from the remotest antiquity, for Hybla was situated in the centre of this country. Men may degenerate, may forget the arts by which they acquired renown ; manufactures may fail, and commodities be debased ; but the sweets of the wild flowers of the wilderness, the industry and natural mechanics of the bee, will continue without change or derogation. From the quality of soil, and the want of water, this upper part of the province must always have had a great deal of waste land. *' The corn wore the most promising appearance ; the fallow land seemed to be excellent soil. Twenty-three pair of oxen were plough- ing together within a square of thirty aci-es. " Beyond the town we entered a very fine tract of vineyards, which improved as we gradually approached the mountains of Calatagerone. " Calatagerone, a royal city, containing about 17,000 hihabitants, living by agriculture and the making of potter's ware, is twenty miles from the sea, and situated on the summit of a veiy high, insulated 198 . OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. hill, embosomed in thick groves of cypresses ; the road to it, though paved, is very steep, difficult, and dangerous for anything but a mule or an ass. I was conducted to the college of the late Jesuits ; and as the house was completely stripped of furniture, full of dirt and cobwebs, I apprehended my nights lodgings would be but indifferent. The servant belonging to the gentleman who has the management of this forfeited estate, and to whom I had brought a letter requesting a lodging in the college, perceiving the difficulties we lay under in making our settlement, ran home, and returned in a short time with a polite invitation to his master s house. There was no refusing such an offer, though 1 was far from expecting anything beyond a comfoitable apartment and homely fare in a family settled among the inland mountains of Sicily ; but to my great surprise I found the house of the Baron of Rosabia large, convenient, and fitted up in a modern taste with furniture that would be deemed elegant in any capital city in Europe. Everything suited this outward show attendance, table, plate, and equipage. The baron and his lady having both travelled and seen a great deal of the world, had returned to settle in their native city, where they assured me I might find many families equally improved by an acquaintance with the manners of foreign countries, or at least a frequentation of the best company in their own metropolis. Nothing could be more easy and polite than their address and conversation, and my astonishment was hourly increasing during my whole stay. After I had refreshed myself with a short but excellent meal, they took me out in a very handsome coach. It was a singular circumstance to meet a string of carriages full of well-dressed ladies and gentlemen on the summit of a moun- tain which no vehicle can ascend, unless it be previously taken to pieces and placed upon the back of mules. We seemed to be seated among the clouds. As the vast expanse of the hills and vales grew dim with the evening vapours, our parading resembled the amuse- ments of the heathen gods in some poems and pictures, driving about Olympus, and looking down at the mortals below. " The hour of airing being expired, which consisted of six turiis of about half a mile each, a immerous assembly was formed at the baron's house ; the manners of the company were extremely polished, and the French language familiar to the greatest part of it. When, OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAR. 109 the card-tables were removed, a handsome supper, dressed by a French cook, was served up, with excellent foreign and Sicilian wines ; the conversation took a lively tum, and was well supported till midnight, when we all retired to rest. Calatagerone has several houses that live in the same elegant style, and its inhabitants have the reputation of being the politest people in the island." Swinburne s Travels, vol, iii., p. 337. POETICAL TURN OF THE SICILIANS. "Next to the lava-labours of ^tna, nothing has struck me more in this beautiful island than the poetical turn of the people. Theocritus was the father of Idylls ; and Virgil is always appealing to the ' Sicelides Musae.' I suspect the experience detailed in his Georgics, his most perfect work, was most mainly drawn from hence. The words ' Calabri rapuere' in the epitaph attributed to him for his own tomb, whether they were really his or no, prove, by inference, that he was close opposite this coast at the most observant period of life ; and no doubt he crossed over. Darite allows that the first Italian effusions in playful satire were termed ' Siciliani.' Even Petrarch savours of Trinacria. The speech of the inhabitants is to this day rather poeti- cal than prosaic, abounding in lively images and picturesque modes of expression. The studied cringing so common in Naples is rare here : during a stay of six weeks in the island, I have only twice heard the title ' Cellenza,' which is everlastingly ringing in your ears in the metropolis. Their similitudes are endless, and some- times very striking. In Florence you will hear ' Bello come il cam- panile' (' as handsome as the belfiy,' built by Giotto) : but here, if a lady is fair, she is ' una candela di cera' (a wax taper) ; if too languid, ' ha un viso come un pesce bollito' (has a face like a boiled fish) ; gentlemen who sit sluggishly on their mules instead of springing off to aid the weaker sex up the hill, are designated as ' pezzi di lava' (lumps of lava). If a little girl has anything remarkable about her, ' E molto simpatica, una cosa particolare' (she is very sympathetic ; a special sort of thing). ' Buscar qualche cosa' (to look for some- 200 OVERFLOWINGS OF THE JAIL; thing), I am sorry to say, has here, as in Ischia, the double mean- ing, either to earn a carline or steal it, as the case may be. Their humour is never richer than when shown in describing their own peculiarities of character. Notes from a Journal Jcejrt in Italy and Sicily, by J. O. Francis, B.A. (Just published). A MEETING OF ENGLISH AND SICILIAN DISHES ON CHRISTMAS DAY. " We paid a visit to Messina a week ago, where we had the pleasure of being wind-bound on Christmas-day. In merry England on Christmas-day people eat roast beef and plum pudding, turkeys and mince-pies. You may eat most of these here also, but the special dish in honour of the ' Nativita' is capitoni, enormous eels, stewed in a rich sauce. Indeed there was an unusual supply, for a shipload of them, intended for the Naples market, could not leave port in time owing to the gale, and thus the speculator, a sea-captain, was fain to get rid of them in Messina at half-price. Now I can only say they are very good ; but we took the precaution of having another string to our bow, in shape of a respectable roast joint of beef, and a real, good, English-looking plum pudding. After that it is very hard if we are left for the year of grace ' eighteen forty-six' without Victoria's bonny face in our purse." Francis Notes, p. 240. 4^ VIZKTELI.V BROTHERS AM) CO. TRINTKRS, PETI 1! lU)i;()rG II COl RT, SEASON, 1847-8. NEW WORKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS LATELY PUBLISHED, OR PREPARING FOR PUBLICATION, BY 65 CORNHILL, LONDON. V .> ^^ ^^tn SUM Moirj. *>v ^ ^. ^. '^ /. SWEETS FEOM SICILY IN PARTICULAE, AND PASTOEAL POETEY IN GENEEAL. BY LEIGH HUNT. With Twenty-five Illustrations by Richard Doyle. Square 8vo., in a novel and elegant binding. SMITH, ELDER, AND CO. S LIST OF mm. WR.UIGH HUHT. ^ ^ MEM, WOMEN, AID BOOKS; A SELECTION FROM HIS HITHERTO UNCOLLECTED PROSE WRITINGS. BY LEIGH HUNT. In two vols., post 8vo., with a Portrait of the Author by Severn. CONTENTS. VOL. I. Fiction and Matter-of-Fact. Inside of an Omnibus. The Day of the Disasters of Carfing- ToN Blundell, Esquire. A Visit to tjie Zoologicai, Gardens. A Man introduced to his Ancestors. A Novel Party. Beds and Bedrooms. The World of Books. Jack Abbott's Breakfast. On Seeing a Pigeon make Love. The Month of May. The Guili Tre. A Few Remarks on the Rare Vice, called "Lying." Criticism on Female Beauty. On deceased Statesmen who have writ- ten Verses. Female Sovereigns of Engiand. VOL. II. Social Morality Suckling and Ben Johnson, Pope in some lights in which he is NOT usually regarded. Garth, Physicians, and Love-Letters. Cowley and Thomson. Bookstalls and " Galateo." Bookbinding and " Heliodorus." Ver-Vert ; OR, THE Parrot of the Nuns. Duchess of St. Albans ; and Marriages from the Stage. Specimens of British Poetesses. Life and Writings of Lady Mary Wortlky Montagu. Life and African Journey of Pepys. Life and Letters of Madame de Se- VIGNE. " The sketches before us have durable characteristics. They are full of variety, beauty, and cheerfulness. This is a book to be in the cherished corner of a pleasant room and to be taken up when the spirits have need of sunshine. The book which the present most resembles in Mr. Hunt's former writings (and this is a great compliment) Is the "Indicator." Its papers have the same cordial mixture of fact and imagination." Exaviiner. "Mr. Leigh Hunt never writes otherwise than cheerfully. He ivill have sunshine will promote gay spirits ivill uphold liberal truths; blithely, yet earnestly. He is the Prince of Parlour-window writers." AthencBum. " A book for a parlour-window, for a summer's eve, for a warm fireside, for a half-hour's leisure, for a whole day's luxury in any and every possible shape a charming companion." Westminster Review. " There is much variety and agreeable lore of all kinds in these volumes ; a soul of reflec- tion, brilliant animal spirits, and a cheerful ])hilosophy. The subjects embrace almost every topic of a pleasurable and a refining kind." Atlas. "Papers illustrative of social matters, comicalities, and jovialities, arising from fine spirits and delicate perceptions, light and elegant criticisms, and dissertations on beauties, floral and feminine ; all abounding with that suggestive power which marks the long course of this author's writings." Jerrold's Netvspaper. NEW WORKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS. ^^^ ^^>rgv-3^ ;)^^. f-e,v^ ^e^ LEIGH HUNT'S SELECTIONS FEOM THE ENGLISH POETS. EXEMPLIFYING miGINATIOI AND FANCY. WIT and"humotj,r. Bound in cloth with gilt edge*, price lOs. 6d. each. Each volume is complete in itself, and preceded by an Essay illustrative of the qualities respectively exemplified in the selections; the best passages are marked and commented upon, and each author is characterized. In "Imagination and Fancy," Mr. Leigh Hunt has given an answer to the question " What is Poetry ? " in an Essay forming an Introduction to the whole range of poetical invention ; one region of which the purely imaginative and fanciful is investigated in a spirit of critical and genial enjoyment. "Wit and Humour" is prefaced by an Illustrative Essay exemplifying the various modes in which these qualities have been manifested in Prose and Poetry. OPINIONS OF THE PRESS ON " IMAGINATION AND FANCY." " This volume is handsomely printed, and beautifully bound in a new style of exquisite delicacy and richness. In external beauty ' Imagination and Fancy' equals any gift-books that have appeared ; and it will form a more enduring memorial than any other volume that might be selected as a gift for the coming season." Spectator. " This is a Christmas gift, worth half-a-dozen of the annuals put together, and at half the cost of one of them. We have often wished for such a book, and in our aspiration, the name of Leigh Hunt has ever presented itself as that of a man above all others qualified to do justice to so charming a subject." Morning Chronicle. " The volume is, we trust, the precursor of many more, which will complete and do justice to the plan. The series so completed would be the best elegant extracts in the language."; J5^a;afnmer. OPINIONS OF THE PRESS ON "WIT AND HUMOUR." " The design of this debghtful series extends beyond a collection of elegant extracts, while it combines the best features of such collections. The two volumes already published are precisely the books one would wish to carry for companionship on a journey, or to have at hand when tired of work, or at a loss what to do for want of it. They are selections of some of the best things some of our best authors have said, accompanied with short but delicate expositions and enforcements of their beauties." Examiner. " If we were to choose the subject and the author of a fireside book for the long winter evenings, we should certainly call some such volume as this into existence. The reader will look for exquisite things in this book, and he will find a great deal more than he looks for in the prodigal resources opened up in its pages." Atlas. " There is something genial in the very title of this volume. 'Wit and Humour' forms a pendant to ' Imagination and Fancy.' A like design is embodied in both works. The book is at once exhilarating and suggestive : it may charm frivolous minds into wisdom and austere ones into mirth." Athtnamm. THE THIRD VOLUME OF THIS SERIES, ILLUSTRATIVE OF ACTIO! AND PASSION, WILL APPEAR NEXT SEASON. SMITH, ELDER, AND CO 's LIST OF ^4 ^ MR. ANDRE W STEINMETZ.^ g|S" HISTOEY OF THE JESUITS. JESUraSM PORTRAIEl), In the History, Characters, and Acts of the Jesuits, and their Influence on Mankind ; showing the Organization, Policy, and Morality of the Society ; and giving an account of the Jesuit Missions throughout the world. BY ANDREW STEFNMETZ, Autliorof "The Novitiate; or,Tiie Jesttit in Training," "The Jesuit in the Family, "&c. With Portraits of Jesuit Leaders, and other Illustrations. Two vols, post 8vo. THE JEvSlTIT IN THE FAULT. A TALE. BY ANDREW STEINMETZ. In one vol. post 8vo., 9s. cloth. "We earnestly recommend these worlds, and have the utmost faith in the conscientious integrity of the writer. They have every impress of truth, and are fraught with the most solemn truths." Howiit's Journal. " A well-written and i)owerful novel, constructed for the development of Jesuit practices, and to show the Jesuit in action. The interest in some parts is intensely wrought up. Mr. Sieinmetz has produced a work of no ordinary character, full of talent and full of interest." John Bull. " Remarkable for force of ideas and originality in style. The narrative is dramatic, both in construction and language, and marked with great vivacity In the conduct of the story and action of the personages, Mr. Steinmetz shows that he has closely studied human life, and profited by his observations. Indeed, we recollect no recent fiction that gives a more acute exposition of the varieties of individual character." Britannia. " A tale told with great vivacity. The incidents are both numerous and exciting." Baptisls' Magazine. " The fiction is, we believe, an embodiment of the truth, if not of a truth. The pictuie it presents of Jesuit maxims, arts, and disciplined unnaturalncss and cruelty, is, we doubt not, very near the truth." British Quarterly Revieio. " We admire the ability displayed in this tale, and recognise in its incidents a substantially faithful exposure of the blighting, deadly influence, which Jesuitism exerts in the social circle." Watchman. S^MilafP^-'- 1''^'^ MR. ANDR EW STEINMETZ THE NOmiATE; OR, THE JESUIT IN TRAINIHG. BEING A. YEAR AMONG THE ENGLISH JESUITS, A PERSONAL NARRATIVE. BY ANDREW STEINMETZ. Second Edition, with Memoir and Portrait of the Author. In one vol. post 8vo., price 7s. 6d. bound in cloth. " Mr. Steinmetz writes a most singular and interesting account of the Jesuit seminary, and his way of life there. He seems to be a perfectly honest and credible informer, and his testimony may serve to enlighten many a young devotional aspirant who is meditating 'submission' to Rome, and the chain and scourge systems. There is nothing in the least resembling invective in the volume" Morning Chronicle. " This is a remarkable book a revealer of secrets, and full of materials for thought. It is written with every appearance of strict and honourable truthfulness. It describes, with a welcome minuteness, the daily, nightly, hourly occupations of the Jesuit Novitiates at Stony- hurst, their religious exercises and manners, in private and together ; and depicts, with con- siderable acuteness and power, the conflicts of an intelligent, susceptible, honest-purposed spirit, while passing through such a process. If our readers should be disposed to possess them selves of this volume, it will be their own fault if the reading of it be profitless." British Quarterly Review. '* If it be desirable to know what is that mode of training by which the Jesuit system prepares its novices for their duties, this is the book to inform us, for it is a chronicle of actual experience. The work of Mr Steinmetz is throughout marked by great fairness; he neither conceals nor exaggerates; a spirit of candour pervades the whole narrative. It is written in an extremely animated style. The author's thoughts are original, and the passages rela- ting to his personal history and feelings are agreeably introduced, and add to the interest of his narrative. It is a sufficient proof of his accuracy, that, though the Jesuits have many pens in this country, not one has been hardy enough to impugn a sentence of his statements." Britannia. SMITH, ELDER, AND CO. S LIST OF g jTHE REV. GEO RE CROLY, LL.D^ 1 H E A P 1 L E S . Their characters and inlluence on the ages in which they lived, considered in con- nexion with the Christian dispensation. To form a series of three separate and independent volumes. The first volume, treating of the Patriarchs, will shortly appear. SERMONS, PREACHED AT THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL, BY THE REV. GEORGE CROLY, LL.D. One vol. 8vo. {Nearly Ready.) ON liiJ& 0IIJ& UJc J, xll!< JclULi 0j&Jr LLl^iliiJp/. WITH A MAP OF JERUSALEM, BY GEORGE FINLAY, ESQ. K. R. G. Author of " Greece under the Romans." In 8vo., price Is. Qd. sewed. wCJalPlllliAL Exl lAFHb, A SELECTION OF PASSAGES FROM SCRIPTURE SUITABLE FOR CHRISTIAN EPITAPHS. Price 2s. 6d. cloth lettered. An edition on large paper, price 4s. cloth. " This is a highly useful and much wanted work, bringing into one view all the passages in Holy Writ that can be deemed applicable to the faith and hope of departed spirits, or the love of the survivors. The inscriptions are all brief, and most judiciously selected." Nottingham Mercury. " The work is appropriately * got up,' each page representing a monumenta 1 slab, and the Epitaphs being printed in black letter." Bath Herald. NEW WORKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS. JANE EIRE; AN ATITOBIO&RAPHI. EDITED BY CURRER BELL. Three vols, post 8vo,, price 1 lis. 6d., cloth. " One of the most powerful domestic romances which have been published for many years : full of youthful vigour, of freshness and originality, of nervous diction, and concentrated inter- est. It is a book to make the heart beat, and to fill the eyes with tears." Atlas. " A most extraordinary production. We know no author who possesses such power as is exhibited in these volumes no writer who can sustain such a calm mental tone, and so deeply interest, without having recourse to any startling expedients. From the first page to the last this autobiography is stamped with vitality; and there is a minuteness and detail in every point, which makes this picture of a life true and interesting beyond any other work that has appeared for very many years." Weekly Chronicle. " A story'of surpassing interest, riveting the attention from the very first, and sustaining it by a copiousness of incident, rare indeed with modern English novelists." Critic. "The reading of such a book as this is a healthful exercise." Tablet. A WHIM ANB ITS CONSEQUENCES. In three vols, post 8vo., price 1 lis. 6d. " Full of talent, equal to the most touching pictures of human life, and descriptions of rural scenery to the developement of character, and to thcjse minute touches of the pencil which prove great acuteness of observation, and a peculiar tact in illuminating a whole subject by a brilliant stroke of nature and art."' Literary Gazette. " One of the most brilliant fictions the season has produced. The author's style is singularly vigorous and graphic. Whether he attempts humour or pathos, the author is equally happy in rousing the sympathies of his readers." Critic. " The story is worked out with such remarkable dramatic powers as fairly to fascinate the reader. It is a perfect piece of legal romance." Atlas. " A clever novel of the old school. It is the story of an Orlando after Shakspeare's pattern." Athenoeum. " The story is very interesting, the characters are well and distinctly drawn, and the main occurrences powerfully described, while a remarkable shrewdness, causticity, and dry humour pervade the incidental observations on life and manners." Court Journal. HARDEN HALL; OR, THREE PROPOSALS. EDITED BY THE HON. F B . Three vols, post 8vo., price \ lis. Qd. " The writer appears to be well a(^quainted with the circles he describes. The leading characters are drawn with considerable force and skill." Literary Gazette. " A veiy pleasantly written, amusing, cleverly conducted, fashionable novel. The chief persons of the story are strongly conceived, ably pourtrayed, and preserved in excellent keeping throughout. The scenes of fashionable life, too, are sketched with more than usual vividness of efifect." Naval and Military Gazette. SMITH, ELDER, AND CO. S LIST OF ^, ^^ MR. G. P. R, JAMES.^^^ii! '>C^ THE CONVICT. A TALE. BY G. P. R. JAMES, ESQ. Three vols, post 8vo., price l lis. Gd. "The volumes are well filled witli incident; the sentiments are those of a reflective and well constituted mind ; there is a perpetual flow of invention in the conduct of the story ; and it agreeably combines a spirit ol romance with a just delineation of social life and modern manners." Britannia. RUSSELL: TALE OF THE RIE-HOtlSE PLOT. BY G. P. R. JAMES, ESQ. Three vols, post 8vo., price 1 lis. 6d. " We hardly know any work of Mr. James's in which fiction and history are so well amal- gamated ; the interest is sustained without excitement or straining, and pleasantly fixes the reader to the book. The choice of historical subject is timely, and its treatment happy. It is the essence of history connected with romance." Spectator. "Since ' Agincourt' Mr. James has given no novel as good as the present. ' Russell' is written with great care, and upon the whole well designed. The subject is one calculated to fix the attention, and the manner in which the hero is represented inspires the reader with admiration for him and his equally admirable wife." Economist. " This is one of the best of Mr. James's recent productions. The narrative flows easily on, the interest is well sustained to the last, and the point of history which fonns the gronnd-woik of the tale is well-chosen. Mr. James has made good use of his historical materials. The fusion is perfect." Atlas. " Russell is by far the best of all Mr. James's works, as a whole." John Bull. HEIDELBER6. A ROMANCE. BY G. P. R. JAMES, ESQ. Three vols, post 8vo., price l lis. Gd. NEW WORKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS. ^^^^J^^^^ii- .:^ ^( cte^ ^MR. G. P. R. JAMES. THE STlP-MOTHEll. BY G. P. R. -JAMES, ESQ. Three vols, post 8vo , price 1 lis. 6d, THE CASTLE OF EHEEHSTEIN: ITS LORDS SPIRITUAL AND TEMPORAL, ITS INHABITANTS EARTHLY AND UNEARTHLY. BY G. P. R. JAMES, ESQ. Three vols, post 8vo., price 1 lis. 6d. " This is undoubtedly one of the very best of Mr. James's novels. The interest never flags throughout. It gives a most vivid picture of old German Chivalry," Weekly Chronicle. ' We know not when we have been more or indeed so much gratified by the perusal ol a work of fiction. It presents a great variety of well and strongly drawn characters. We doubt whether Mr. James were ever more successful." Nufal and Military Gazette. " This romance is the best which its author has produced for a long time." Critic. "Mr. James has laid the scene of this tale of the loth century, on the banks of the Rhino. Admirable descriptions supply pictures of the period, such as the author can draw so well : he realizes the superstitions of that age, and fills the dreaded unknown as vividly as the actual and familiar of customary existence." Literary Gazette. AEIUH NEIL; OE, TIMES OF OLD. BY G. P.m. JAMES, ESQ. Three vols, post 8vo., price ^1 lis. 6d. THE SMUGGLER. A NOVEL. BY G. P. R. JAMES, ESQ. Three vols, post Svc, price 1 lis, 6d. SAVAGE LITE AND SCENES IN lUSTRAlIA AND NEW XEALIND. AN ARTIST'S IMPRESSIONS OF COUNTRIES AND PEOPLE AT THE ANTIPODES. BY GEORGE FRENCH ANGAS, Author of "South Australia Illustrated," "The New Zealanders Illustrated," &c. Second Edition. In two volumes post 8vo., with numerous Illustrations from Drawings by the Author. Price 24*. bound in cloth, lettered. " These volumes are the protluclion of an intelligent and painstaking traveller, who spent considerable time amongst the aborigines of Australia and of New Zealand, under circumstances peculiarly favourable to an accurate observation of their habits and character. Mr. Angas's volumes are enriched with numerous illustrations, and are eminently worthy of the confidence of readers. They bear the impress of truth, are the productions of an observant and intelligent mind, and will do more to familiarize our countrymen with the scenery and natives of the colo- nies described, than any other work with which we are acquainted." Eclectic Review. " Mr. Angas writes as an artist ; and he does not write the worse for that. We can see what he sees, because he understands the art of word-painting. All that he writes is eminently objective. There is an individuality in his descriptions which brings the scene or the person vividly before our eyes. It is nature it is life that is presented to us." Atlas. " After a careful reading of these two volumes, we pronounce them, without any hesitation, to afford on the whole the most faithful pictures of savage life in Australia and New Zealand yet published." Weekly Chronicle. " Mr. Angas has happily shown the present state of the countries he has seen ; and we will venture to say that his experience amongst the inhabitants of New Zealand extends further than that of any adventurer who may have preceded him." Douglas Jerrold's Weekly Neicspaper. NEW WORKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS. II THE OXFORD GRADUATE. MOBEEN PAINTERS. VOLUME THE FIRST. BY A GRADUATE OF OXFORID. Fourth Edition. Imperial 8vo., price IS*, cloth. MODERN PAINTERS. VOLUME THE SECOND. TREATING OF THE IMAGINATIVE AND THEORETICAL FACULTIES. BY A GRADUATE OF OXFORD. Imperial 8vo., price 10*'. 6d. cloth. " We are prepared emphatically to declare, that this work is the most valuable contribution towards a proper view of painting, its purpose and means, that has come within our knowledge, Foreign Quarterly Review. " This is a very extraordinary and a very delightful book, full of truth and goodness of power and beauty. It contains more true philosophy, more information of a strictly scientific kind, more original thought and exact observation of nature, more enlightened and serious enthusiasm, and more eloquent writing than it would be easy to match. It gives us a new, and we think, the only true theory of beauly and sublimity it asserts and proves the existence of a new element in landscape painting it unfolds and illustrates, with singular force, variety, and felicity, the laws of art it explains and enforces the true nature and specific function of the imagination, with the precision and fulness of one having authority and all this delivered in language, which, for purity, and strength, and native richness, would not have dishonom-ed the early manhood of Jeremy Taylor, of Edmund Burke, or of the author's own favourite Richard Hooker." North British Review. " A generous and impassioned review of the works of living painters: a hearty and earnest work, full of deep thought, and developing great and striking truths in art. It lays before us the deeply-studied reflections of a devout worshipper of nature of one thoroughly imbued with the love of truth." British Quarterly. MADONNA PIA, AND OTHER POEMS. BY JAMES GREGOR GRANT. With Illustrations Designed by William Mulready, Esq. R.A. In two vols, post 8vo. (Nearly Ready.) 12 SMITH, ELDER, AND CO/S LIST OF fm^ MR, CHARLES ROWCROFT. ^^^^ FIRST SERIES OF TALES OF THE COLONIES. TALES OIP THE COLONIES; OR, THE ABIEHTUEKS OJP AN EMIGRANT. BY CHARLES ROWCROFT, ESQ. A LATE COLONIAL MAGISTRATE. The Fifth Edition. Foolscap 8vo., price 6s. cloth. "'Tales of the Colonies' is an able and interesting book. The author has the first great requisite in fiction a knowledge of the life he undertakes to describe; and his matter is solid and real." Spectator. " The narration has a deep and exciting interest. No mere romance, no mere fiction, however skilfully imagined or powerfully executed, can surpass it. The work to which it bears tlie nearest similitude is Robinson Crusoe, and it is scarcely, if at all, inferior to that extraordi nary history." John Bull. " The book is manifestly a mixture of fact and fiction, yet it gives, we have every reason to beheve, a true picture of a settler's life in that country ; and is thickly interspersed with genuine and useful information." Chambers's Edinburgh Journal. SECOND SERIES OF TALES OF THE COLONIES. THE BUSHEAN6EE OF AN BIEMAN'S LAND. BY CHARLES ROWCROFT, ESQ., Author of " Tales of the Colonies." In three vols, post 8vo,, price 1 lis. 6d. " These volumes have the same qualities that gained so much popularity for the Author's previous work, ' Tales of the Colonies.' No one has depicted colonial life, as manifested in the settlements of Australia, with so much vigour and truth as Mr. Rowcroft. He rather seems to be a narrator of actual occurrences than an inventor of imaginary ones. His characters, his manners, and his scenes are all real. He has been compared to De Foe, and the comparison is jast." Britannia. " These volumes form a second series of ' Tales of the Colonies,' and the pages are marked by the same vigorous and graphic pen which procured such celebrity for the first series. The interest, generally well sustained throughout, is occasionally of the most absorbing and thrilHng kind." Globe. "The story contains all the merits of the * Tales of the Colonies ' as regards style; being simple and Crusoite, if we might use the term, in its narrative. Mr. Rowcroft possesses invcn tion to an extraordinary degi-ee, in the manner in which he manages the escapes of the bush- ranger, and he produces, by the simplest incidents, most interesting scenes ; pictures of nature, and of a society totally different from anything to be found elsewhere." Weekly Chronicle. NEW WORKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS. 13 THE PRiCTXClL SUGAR PLANTER: A COMPLETE ACCOUNT OF THE CULTIVATION AND MANUFACTURE OF THE SUGAR CANE, According to the latest and most improved processes ; describing and comparing tlie different Systems pursued in ihe East and West Indies, and the Straits of Malacca, and the relative expenses and advantages attendant upon each. Being the result of SixTiiEN Years actual experience as a Sugar Planter in those Countries. BY LEONARD WRAY, ESQ. One vol, 8vo., with numerous Plates. {Nearly Ready.) THE FARMER'S FRIEND: A PERIODICAL RECORD OF RECENT DISCOVERIES, IMPROVE- MENTS, AND PRACTICAL SUGGESTIONS IN AGRICULTURE. One vol. post 8vo., price 7s. Qd. cloth. " The design of this work is excellent, and calculated to do good service to Agricultural St-ience. Within a moderate compass, and at a moderate price, are collecrted the most important and valuable articles lately written by the most celebrated chemists, botanists, and practical agriculturists of the day, upon the subjects of breeding and rearing live-stock, draining, manuring, cultivation, implements, &e. Among the author's of the several papers are Baron Liebig, Professors Johnston and Daubeney, Dr. Hodges, and Mr. Cuthbert Johnston. The editor has performed his task well, by selecting such papers as are of substantial utility." Morning Chronicle. "This may emphatically be called the Farmer's Friend. Altogether, it is one of the most valuable, if not the most valuable and complete farming book that has yet been published HI a portable form, and ought to be in the hands of every farmer, especially in the hands of the farmer of limited means; for whose benefit, indeed, it is especially adapted, and before whom, we may almost literally say, it places all that, besides experience, it is necesaary for him to know on operative farming." Sunderland Times. '' The idea of the work is excellent. What was before scattered over thousands of pages of print, and without order, or the means of retcrence, is here condensed, systematized, and made easy to consult. And, as the papers have been selected with great judgment and discrimination, wc can confidently recommend the volume as one deserving a place in every faimer's hbrary." Durham Chronicle. "No book ever published embraced so much valuable information upon faiming in general In a condensed and intelligible form, it contains all that has been written by the most eminent iiiuhors for some time past, under the following heads : Live Stock, Implements, Draining, Manures, Cultivation, and Crops." Liverpool Chronicle. THE PARENT'S CABINET AMUSEMENT AND INSTRUCTION. This useful and instructive little work comprises a variety of information on different subjects: Natural History, Biography, Travels, &c. ; Tales, original and selected; and animated Conversations on the objects that daily surround young people. In six volumes. Illustrated with Woodcuts. Each volume is complete in itself, and may be purchased separately, price 2*. Qd. cloth, gilt 14 SMITH, ELDER, AND CO.'S LIST OF IBfEHTraES OF AN AIDE-BE-CAMP; OR, A CAMPAIGN IN CALABRIA. BY JAMES GRANT, ESQ. Author of "The Romance of War j or, the Highlanders in Spain." Three vols., post 8vo. {In a few weeks.) THE SURRENDER OF KOT KANGRA. IEWS OE EOT IAN6EA. REPRESENTING THE PASSAGE OF THE BRITISH FORCE UNDER BRIGADIER WHEELER, C. B. ; TO WHOM THE FORTRESS SURRENDERED. WITH PORTRAIT OF SOONDUR SINGH, KIlLADAR OF THE FORT. Coloured fac-similksof six original drawings made on the spot by Lieut-Col. Jack, 30th Regt. N.I , with Descriptions. Colombier, in a Portfolio. Price 2 10s. {Now Ready.) A SKETCH OE ASSAM. WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF THE HILL TRIBES. BY AN OFFICER In the Hon. East India Company's Service. One vol. 8vo. with 16 Coloured Plates, a Map, and several Woodcuts. Price I4s. cloth extra, or 20s. elegantly bound in calf. A NARRATIVE OF TIE EECOYEllI OE H.M.S. GOROON. (CHARLES HOTHAM, Esa. Captain.) STRANDED IN THE BAY OF MONTE VIDEO, MAY 10, 1844. BY ASTLEY COOPER KEY, COMMANDER, R.N. .(Late Lieut. H.M.S. Gorgon.) 1 vol. Svo., with numerous Plates price 7s. Qd. cloth. NEW WORKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS. 15 THE LIFE ANB AOTEMTURES OJF MMBA, AN AFRICAN NEGRO KING, AND HIS EXPERIENCE OF SLAVERY IN SOUTH CAROLINA., WRITTEN BY HIMSELF. One vol. post 8vo., with Frontispiece, price 7s. 6d. cloth. CORRECTED AND ARRANGED BY P. NEILSON. " We can conscientiously pronounce it to be a very well-written, interesting, and useful volume useful, because it is another and severe blow levelled against the accursed stronghold of slavery; and we earnestly recommend its perusal to our readers." Weekly Dispatch. " The descriptions of South Carolinian splendour and cruelty bear the impress of the severest truth. There is a barbaric colouring about the descriptions of African scenery and life worthy of an African poem of Fraligrath." Howitt's Jour7ial. PICTURES OF PEIYATE LIFE. BY MRS. ELLIS, Author of " The Women of England," &c. &c. Each Volume is complete in itself, and may be purchased separately. In 3 vols, foolscap 8vo. price 5s. each, in a handsome and uniform cloth binding. LEGENDS AND RECORDS, CHIEFLY HISTORICAL. BY THE REV. C. B. TAYLER, M. A. In post 8vo., beautifully Illustrated, price 10*. 6d. elegantly bound. RECORDS OF A GOOD MAN'S LIFE. BY THE REV. C. B. TAYLER, M. A. Seventh Edition. In one vol. small 8vo., price 75. cloth. THE RECTORI OF ALEHEAD; Or, the edifice OF A HOLY HOME. BY THE REV. ROBERT WILSON EVANS, B.D. Thirteenth Edition. Vi^ith an Illustrative Plate, price 6s. 1(5 SMITH, ELDER, AND CO.'s LIST OF NEW WORKS. HNHERSCHEL, RESULTS OF 'S^'^SIR JOHN HERSCHEL,BART.M ASTEONOMICAL OBSEEYATIONvS, Made during the years 1834-5-6-7-8, at the Cape of Good Hope, being the completion of a Telescopic Survey of the whole surface of the visible Heavens, commenced in 1825. BY SIR JOHN HERSCHEL, BART., K.H., M.A., D.C.L., F.R.S., L. & E., Hon. M.R.I.A., F.R.A.S , F.G.wS., M.C.U.P.S., &c. &c. &c. In one vol. royal 4to., with 18 Plates, price Four Guineas, cloth. ?^^|3l^ 'DR. HUGH FALCONER._^^ ,^ ^V'^ -^^-' UNDER THE AUSPICKS OF H. M. GOVERNMENT, AND OF THE HON. THE COURT OF DIRECTORS OF THE EAST INDIA COMPANY. FATJNA ANTIQUA SIYALEMSIS, THE FOSSIL ZOOLOGY OF THE SEWALIK HILLS, IN THE NORTH OF INDIA. BY HUGH FALCONER, Af.D., F.R.S., F.L S., F.G.S., Member of the Asiatic Society of Bengal, and of the Royal Asiatic ^ociety ; of the Bengal Medical Service, and late Superintetident of H.E.I. C. Botanic Garden at Sharunpoor: and PROBY T. CAUTLEY, F U.S., F.L.S., F.G.S., Major in the Bengal Artillery, Member of the Asiatic Society of Bengal, and of the Royal Asiatic Society, Sic. &c EDITED BY Dr. HUGH FALCONER. The Fossil Bones, drawn from nature and on stone, by G. H. Ford and Assistants. The work will appear in about Twelve Parts, each Part containing Twelve Plates Imperial Folio. The descriptive letter- press is printed in royal octavo. Price of each Part, One Guinea. Parts 1 to 6 contain Proboscidea. " A work of immense labour and research. Nothing has ever appeared in lithography in this country at all comparable to these plates ; and as regards the representations of minute osseous texture, by Mr. Ford, they are perhaps the most perfect that have yet been produced in any country. The work has commenced with the Elephant group, in which the authors say ' is mo^t signally displayed the numerical ri(-hne>s of form's which characterises the Fossil Fauna of India ;' and the first chapter relates to the Proboscidea Elephant and Mastodon. The authors have not restricted themselves to a description of the Sewalik Fossil forms, but they propose to tr; ce the afiinities, and institute an arrangement of all the well-determined species in the family. 'I hey give a brief historical sketch of the leading opinions which have been entertained by palaiontologists respecting the relations of the Mastodon and Elephant to each other, and of the successive steps in the discovery of new forms which have led to the modifications of these opinions. They state that the results to which they themselves have been conducted, lead them to differ on certain points from the opinions most commonly entertained at the present day, respecting the fossil species of Elephant and Mastodon." Address of the President of the Geological Society of London, February 20, 1846. Bg UNI m UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY BERKELEY Return to desk from which borrowed. This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. on tne last aate staj 24JurS06, 9]ul'63GC REC'D LD L JUL 1 3 19 53 ,^PR161969 1'> .m 6'69'U m LOAN OE?T. LD 21-100m-ll,'49(B7146sl6)476 MAYEZ'69-9AIV1 LOAN DEPT- REC'D LD AUG 1 WTERLIBRARYLOAN ^^^ 2 1593 UNIV. 0?;/UjF., BERK. 771 -2pM9r %mn^' HEC. CIR, DEC 8T5 "K. C/R. Ofc^ DE SttS) ED BY. n 3 138^, i'75 CIRCULATION DEPT. GENERAL LIBRARY - U.C. BERKELEY B0D07Mb0Q7 ^^^ ivi:^3456 THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY m^^mm^^m