nations composing the Hellenic family, is sufficiently evident from the circumstance that these are the only two characters of their class in the whole range of Grecian song. There is, certainly, nothing like their generous disposition in Homer, where it might be most reasonably expected to be found. The hero of the Iliad is a sensual and ferocious bandit, with the caprice of a petted child, and the strength of an infuriated beast of prey. He of the Odyssey does not gain much upon our admiration by engrafting a more studied cruelty, and a more refined craft, upon principles quite as revolting; whilst the subordinate actors in these great epics are for the most part reducible to nearly the same standard as the principal performers. Compare with these the chiefs of Saracenic and Indian romance, the jarls of Scandinavian verse, or, above all, those warriors, whether imaginary or real, whose names the genius of Ossian has succeeded in consecrating to immortality, by connecting them with the gleams of the moonbeam on the waste, and the sighing of the blast among the reeds of the lake—and it will be at once perceived how far the Greeks fell below the nations whom we are accustomed to look upon as most barbarous, in the ascription of such moral ornaments to their heroes, as have readily gained elsewhere the greatest portion of popular applause. Among these it is hardly necessary to mention courtesy to friends, generosity to foes, and, though last not least, that deference to the gentler sex, which may be justly designated a law of nature for the preservation of society, whose existence always constitutes a protection from any overt act against decency and order, and whose absence invariably distinguishes a condition of mankind of the lowest possible grade and character. This, however, is a long digression, and we hasten to return to the subject of our drama. Shortly before the death of Alcestis, Hercules, by the power of the persecuting house of Eurystheus, has been devoted to the performance of a new labour of unexampled danger. Alone, and with no other aids than a strong arm and a dauntless heart, he is directed to penetrate into Thrace, and to bear off from Diomede, a flourishing tyrant of that country, a celebrated stud of horses, which he has been in the habit of feeding with the flesh of previous adventurers. Hercules, who it appears is not at first acquainted with the full extent of the peril to which he is exposed, at once sets forward on his expedition. He traverses the Corinthian isthmus, passes through the fertile plains of Boeotia, surmounts the rugged crags of the Othryc chain, and arrives, with a weary frame but an undiminished resolution, at the threshold of Admetus, with whom, it seems, he has been connected by the ties of previous hospitality. The following brief dialogue, characteristic of the military indifference of the hero, then takes place with the chorus : Her. Say, habitants of this Pheroan earth, If in his palace I may greet your king? Cho. Thou mayest, oh Hercules! and next say thou, Her. A certain task Eurystheus has imposed. Cho. Whither then goest thou? on what wandering quest? Cho. Be certain, then, one of the twain must die. Cho. No easy task to bridle them, methinks. The Of monster horses, whom I haste to dare, appearance of Admetus, who advances from within, with his hair shorn, in the manner of a mourner, prevents the conversation from proceeding any further. Hercules immediately questions him as to the reason of this mark of sorrow, while Admetus ingeniously eludes mentioning the full extent of his loss, under the fear that his guest, unwilling to intrude on a scene of domestic sorrow, may be induced to seek a temporary shelter elsewhere. The hero, therefore, is led to believe that some one unrelated to Admetus by birth, and only connected with him in the character of a retainer, is the object of lamentation, and, under this belief, allows himself to be conducted to the apartment for the reception of guests. There is a generous spirit of hospitality, combined with a refined delicacy, developed in this scene, which leaves upon the mind a very favourable opinion of the character of Admetus; a feeling which, however, is unfortunately destined to be soon destroyed by the introduction of his aged parent Pheres. For what possible end this personage is brought before the spectators, it is difficult to conceive; but his presence gives rise to a most startling explosion of resentment on the part of Admetus, who upbraids his father, in good set terms, as the cause of the death of Alcestis, by his selfish cowardice. The honest old monarch, who has expected a very different kind of reception, is for a time silent with astonishment, but at length, recovering himself, retorts the charge upon his son with interest, and, being prohibited from attending the funeral rites which he had come to witness, makes his exit in a fit of natural indignation, while Admetus proceeds with the chorus to perform the last melancholy duties to his deceased wife. During this absurd altercation, which at times is carried to such a pitch of extravagance as to border pretty closely upon the ludicrous, Hercules, it seems, has made himself perfectly at home within, and turned the means provided for his enjoyment to such good account, as to scare the attendant appointed to wait upon him, from his post, by the boisterous style of his revelry. The not very flattering comments of the latter upon the manners of his singular guest, and his subsequent conversation with Hercules, we proceed rather freely to translate, only pausing for a moment to observe, with respect to the heartless precepts delivered in the advice of Hercules,-how melancholy must have been that mirth which drew the principal reason for its existence from those very facts, which the judgment of truth determines to be the most solemn inducements to reflection and concern. Yet such has been invariably the language of man in a state of natural religion, when driven to seek consolation and support from his own resources. Such was the language of the popular Lesbian minstrelsy; such the philosophy of the no less favourite Epicurean school; and such have been, in too many cases, the precepts of a literature, partaking much of the same characters, which we have seen prevalent in our own day; truly illustrative of the miserable maxim of old, πινε και τερπευ αποθανων γαρ εσσεαι τοιουτος, or, as that brief abstract of sensual principle has been so powerfully expressed by apostolic lips, "Let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die." Attend. Guests from all different quarters, many a one, And with the myrtle's branches crowned his head, Which for the venerated dead we breathed, But unto all her house a mother proved, And shielding us from blame,-with justice then Do I not loathe this most untimely guest? Her. Ho, friend! what mean these sour and thoughtful looks? Nor is there of her children one who knows, The Cyprian queen, as least disposed to frown; As wherefore not? thy mourning cast aside; Her. A female stranger is deceased-what then? Mourn not while yet thy master's house is spared. Attend. What sayest thou-knowest thou not for whom our grief? Attend. Too well, too well, as host he fills his part. Her. What! for a stranger's death should I be scorned? Attend. This stranger was an inmate dearly loved. Her. Then hath thy lord some dark mischance concealed. Attend. Ask not-suffice it that his griefs are ours. Her. Surely such words are for no stranger's loss. Attend. Had I else shunned to look upon thy mirth? Her. So! insult has been shewn me, as it seems. Altend. At no befitting season art thou come; Thy master's child or aged parent-which? And locks close cut, and mourning dress, I saw ; And thus induced to pass within his gates, Have I been revelling in the house of one Bowed by the heaviest grief; and wreathed my head With festal leaves! (to the Attendant,) to think, too, that thy tongue Quick! tell me in what spot the queen is laid. Seeking his sanguine draught, to Hades next, Ne'er shall he deem his kindness has been shown. Hercules, upon this, retires from the stage, which is again occupied by Admetus, returning with the funeral procession from the tomb of his wife. The length to which we have already extended our remarks compels us to pass over his pathetic address to the chorus, in which he contrasts his present state of misery with the enviable quiet and passionless sleep of the deceased. The chorus attempt to console him with the usual arguments to fortitude, drawn from the consideration of the inflexible character of a necessity to which all must submit. After sufficient time has thus elapsed for the accomplishment of the principal action of the piece, Hercules re-enters, leading a veiled figure by the hand, and thus accosts the Thessalian monarch. Her. Unto a friend with freedom should we speak, Aught which the offended heart a grievance deems; I leave her as a handmaid to thine house; No lightly purchased gift, as thou shalt learn. In the less arduous contests eminent For strength and speed, were offered high-bred steeds; Of wrestling and the cestus, herds of beeves; Hadst thou sought shelter 'neath a distant roof; My present lot is hard enough to bear. Scarce could her innocence be kept from wrong, Oh youthful stranger, know, that such as thou In shape and height was she whose death I mourn. Alas! alas! remove her from my sight, By all the gods this anxious prayer I urge, Melts in my feeble breast, and from mine eyes But all, what Heaven to inflict sees fit, must bear.j Admet. Little-yet wish I ceaselessly to grieve. Her. True-for a love yet vigorous prompts thy tears. Her. Some younger bride perchance the stroke may heal. Admet. Peace! peace! such words I looked not for from thee. Her. What then, unwedded, meanest thou to live? Admet. Linked to no second bride, of that be sure. |