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own effigy, as a bald old man, in the What a volume of wit sparkles in battle of the Amazons, represented the countenance of that young man, upon Minerva's shield; as well as a who is listening to their jargon with portrait of Pericles, fighting with an à sneering smile. Jibes and jeers, Amazon, although the arm lifting up jokes, ridicule and burlesque seem to the spear, was artfully contrived, so be flickering in every corner of his as partly to conceal the face.- Nor mouth; angry sarcasm, and indigdid Aspasia escape an impeachment nant rebuke, glimmer through the for impiety by Hermippus, the comic flashes of his eyes, tempered only by poet, from which she escaped only those gentler emanations from the by the exertions of Pericles, who is muse within, which would have reported to have shed more tears in made him the brightest poet of his her defence, than fell from him when age, had not the follies and vices of so many of his friends and children Athens compelled him to become its perished in the great plague.-And severest comic satirist.--I learnt from had these men, said I, turning to the my communicative statue, that this statue, so deep and sensitive a rever- was Aristophanes, watching both ence for religion, as to feel the horror Socrates and the sophists, that he which they profess at such trifling might burlesque them in his comedy peccadilloes?
of the Clouds; and that his two « Treacherous knaves!” exclaimed companions were Eupolis and Crat: the figure; " in their private orgies, nus, the comic poets; who, in their and symposia, they make a mockery calumnious wantonness, scrupled not of every thing holy, and would tram- to affirm that Phidias received feple on all the gods of Olympus, if it male visitors in his house, under prewould advance them so many steps text of exhibiting his sculptures, but in their career of selfishness and am- with the real intention of affording a bition."
cover for intrigues, and acting as a A loud and angry babbling of pandar to Pericles.-Pyrilampes was tongues in one corner of the room, also pointed out to me; who, because attracted my attention, and casting he had a collection of curious birds, my eyes in that direction, I per- particularly peacocks, was reported, ceived a knot of sophists wrangling upon the same scandalous authority, fiercely about some new refutation of to purchase them, merely that they the well-known syllogistic puzzle- might be bestowed as presents upon Epimenides said ali Cretans were those women who granted their faliars; but Epimenides was himself vours to Pericles. a Cretan—therefore Epimenides was And who is that handsome youth, à liar—therefore the Cretans were said I, whose splendid armour, sparknot liars—therefore Epimenides was ling with steel and gold, is fashioned not a liar. Not one of them cast a with such exquisite taste, and so glance at the surpassing marbles, or happily adapted to display, the symthe distinguished living characters, metry of his fine figure? That is by whom they were surrounded, and Alcibiades,” was the reply ; " he has I soon found that all the realities of visited the Palæstra this morning, existence were hidden from their merely as an excuse for appearing eyes, by a dense cloud of pedantry. here in all the graces of his military To them the glories of nature and costume; but the perfumes, with art were absolutely, extinct; they which he is scented, and the affected lived in an atmosphere of quibbles; lisp which affords him an excuse for and while, in their perpetual and disclosing his white teeth, show that childish warfare, they were chopping he has been contemplating other conat each other's heads with logic, and quests than those which are to be pelting one another with words, they atchieved by arms.-And yet in war, would have been simply contemptible no one more dauntless and hardy, as and ridiculous, had they not at the he fully proved at the battle of Desame time endeavoured, with a pes. lium, where he saved the life of Sotilent subtlety, to jumble right and crates, as Socrates had saved his at wrong, virtue and vice, and thus the fight of Potidæa. confound all the elements of the mo- At some distance from this Atheral world, in one indistinguishable nian Exquisite, stood Critias, and a chaos
party of rival sculptors and statue aries, endeavouring not to see the tants, I distinguished a man of pemost obvious merits in the works be- culiarly sly expression, surveying the fore them, and shrugging up their whole scene from the corners of his shoulders at the infatuation of Peria eyes; yet apparently wishing to ascles, in patronizing an artist guilty of sume an appearatice of unconcern such gross blunders, as they had al- and indifference. This I found to teady detected. In fact, they had be Damon, the deepest politician of discovered that the wheel of Miner- Athens, the bosom friend and counva's car wanted a linch-piti, while cellor of Pericles; who, in order to there were no marks for nails in one avoid the jealousy of the turbulent of the horse's shoes !
democracy, concealed his interference Three figures now approached me, in statë affairs, under the cloak of a whom I found to be Agatharchus, professor of music. In this capaParrhasius, and Zeuxis, the painters, city, he had procured the Odeum to the former of whom was vaunting be built; where prizes were annually the celerity and ease with which he distributed to the best musical per finished his pieces. “If I boast,” re- formers. He was conversing with plied Zeuxis, “ it shall be of the slow- Ictimus and Callicrates, the builders ness with which I finish mine,"-a of the Parthenon, the latter of whom speech which, apparently, has not had just declared that it had already been thrown away upon the first of cost a thousand talents, and that he our modern artists ; who, though he hoped the gold mines of Lauzium may be as deliberate as his Athenian would hold out until it was compredecessor, bids fair, at least, to pleted-when a dislocation occurred rival him in celebrity.—Discovering in my ideas, which, without dissia from their conversation that they pating my reverie altogether, transwere all employed in decorating the ferred it to modern times, and to walls of the Parthenon, I could not the mutilated Theseus of the British help reflecting upon the nobler des- Museum. As I gåzed with intense tiny of the sculptor, whose immortal admiration upon its back—that back, productions can be sent down unim- the sight of which Canova declared paired to the lowest posterity; while to be well worth a journey from the most exquisite painters cannot Rome–I couli not help exclaiming hope to leave any evidence of their “ with what delight must the anskill, after the lapse of a very few cients, with their exquisite relish for centuries, and must content them- sculpture, have pored upon this chef selves, like the artists before me, with dæuvre of Phidias ?" the shadowy perpetuation of a name.
“ Alas!” replied the figure, “ you Seated upon a stool, in front of the forget thať, although now the noblest principal groupe, I observed two ve- fragment left, I then occupied, as a nerable looking ren, each resting his deified hero, but a very subordinate chin upon a staff, while his hands station among the deities of his mawere concealed by an ample beard. jestic groupe. My recumbent pos. These were Sophocles and Euripides, ture was destined to fill up the angle the tragic writers, who agreed in of one pediment, as the Ilissus did of pronouncing the composition before the other; and there was nothing but them defective, because it did noť the celebrated horse's head between contain the fates or the furies, whose my figure, and the extremity of the presence they had been accustomed building. This back, over which to consider indispensable in their own sculptors and anatomists now hang productions. -- " Look attentively,” enraptured, might as well have been said my marble communicant, " at an unchiselled block; it was turned that broad shouldered figure, in the to the wall of the building, never philosopher's robes, conversing with meant to be seen; and in fact, no two young men. -It is Plato; and human eyes rested upon it for more his companions are Xenophon and than twenty-two centuries, when Thucydides, the historians ; names violence tore it from its position, and which require no illustration, as they exhibited it to the applauses of the are assuredly destined to immorta world. It was thus elaborately lity."
wrought, because it would have been Apart from the rest of the visie held sacrilege, to dedicate any thing
imperfect -60- the gods; and because How long this enumeration might in the exuberant opulence of his art, have continued, it is impossible to Philiás could afford to be extrava- say, but it was rudely broken, and gant, and throw away a masterpiece the whole fabric of my reverie demoupon a blind wall.-Judge hence of lished by the voice of the museum the superior majesty, of the more ce- porter." Sir, you're the only gemlestial grace and sublimity by which man left, and we always locks the the central figures were made glo- doors at six."-Once more I surveyed rious to the eyes; but judge not, the marble upon which the living even from them, of the pinnacle to eyes of all the illustrious persons I which Phidias could exalt his art. have mentioned had been formerly All these were fashioned for exposure fixed—as well as those of Cicero, to the injuries of the weather, and Pliny, Pausanias, and Plutarch, who from the great height at which they have recorded their visits to the Parwere to be viewed, were meant to thenon ; and then, with slow steps, I excite admiration by the grandeur of quitted the building. On reaching general effect, rather than the ex- the street, I still doubted whether I quisiteness of minute detail. Ima- was in the Acropolis, the Agora, or gine the awful beauty of the statues before the theatre of Bacchus-when within the temple, where both were a lamplighter, scampering by me, to be combined !-Conceive the stu- skipped up his ladder, and, by the pendous symmetry of the Minerva, light of his link, I discovered, printthirty-nine feet high-the still more ed on a black board—“ GREAT RUSmajestic proportions of the Olympian BELL-STREET, BLOOMSBURY!" Jupiter, executed for the Eleans!”
DEATH-POSTHUMOUS MEMORIALS_CHILDREN. How I could expatiate upon the upon the plant tobacco, without the quaint lugubrious pleasantry, the redemption of an eulogy upon its social yet deep philosophy of your virtues, more eloquent than Sir Walfriend Elia, as particularly illustrat- ter Raleigh's: nor hast thou now, ed in his delightful paper upon New as I trust, pronounced thy anathema Year's Eve!-but the bandying of against the “ foul ugly phantom," praises among Correspondents has without being prepared, in the same too Magazinish a look :--I have learnt happy strain, to chant a palinode. his essay by heart. Is it possible, No, no. Death hath not any such said I to myself, when I first devour- grisly concomitants, considered either ed it, that such a man can really as a“ thin, melancholy privation, or feel such horrors at the thought of more confounding positive." He is. death, which he describes with so the sleeping partner of life, and we much humorous solemnity? But give ourselves up to him every night, when I came to his conclusion, without any compunctious visitings:-wherein he talks of the fears, “ just we know not, when we enter them, now expressed, or affected," I had that the sheets of our bed shall not presently a clue to his design.-Ha! prove our winding sheets, yet our I exclaimed, thou art the very Janus hearts quake not. We walk arm in who hast always delighted in anti- arm with him almost every hour, and thetical presentments; who lovest to when his gentle hand draws the curexhibit thy tragic face in its most tain around us, and covers us up in doleful gloom, that thou mayst in- our narrow bed, what is it but to fall continently turn upon us the sun- asleep, and to have a little longer to shine of thy comic smile.—Thou wait for the day-light.-As I return wouldst not paint the miseries en- to my sequestered quiet cottage, after dured by a friendless boy at Christ's, the bustle of a day in London, and without a companion piece, por- a glimpse at the pageantry of the traying the enjoyments of a more for- theatre; so after the great drama of tunate youngster. Thou wouldst not life, shall we return to the tranquil pour forth the phials of thy wrath non-existence from which we started:
we have had our turn, and must renes be indeed their founders, what make room for others.
have they perpetuated ? An empty Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; word, a sound, which we cannot in... To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot! corporate in flesh and blood ; no, nor This sensible warm motion to become even in bones and dust, for Cambyses A kneaded clod, and the dilated spirit and Belzoni were bcth forestalled. To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside -The monarch's sarcophagus was In thrilling regions of thick ribbed ice !
found empty, while the bones of the Shakspeare, with his usual insight sacred bull were still whole and reinto human nature, has put the cow- cognizable. What a satire on human ardly speech, of which this is the ambition !-Of the Mausoleum, one commencement, with all its mon
of the seven wonders of the world, strous notions of the Deity, and its not an atom remains we know noć abject and grovelling conclusion, into thing of him, who for so many centhe mouth of Clodio, a dastard, who turies was its solitary tenant, while would purchase a pittance of life the name of the Queen who built it is with his sister's dishonour - Well familiar in our mouths, and will travel might she exclaim
securely down to futurity from her
having imparted it to a humble flowO you beast !
er. What a triumph for nature !_I O faithless coward ! O dishonest wretch !
always keep some of these historical Yet there is some force in the ear: plants by me:-their hoar leaves tell nestness with which he
a more affecting tale, than that incertain nature of death. « We know scribed by Apollo on the petals of the what we are, but we know not what hyacinth. we may be."—And yet, after all, it Ingenuity has been exhausted in is the love of what we are going from, varying contrivances to defraud obmore than the fear of what we are livion. Doggett has clothed his megoing to, that makes us draw back mory in a waterman's coat and our foot when the grave opens be- badge; while another actor serves up neath it. Three-fourths of mankind, the embalmed mummy of his name in their last moments, seem more in a twelfth cakes to be annually des anxious to be recorded in this world voured in the green-room. But the than favoured in the next; and many substance is soon lost in the shadow, masses ostensibly ordered for the res the symbol recalls no recollection of pose of the soul, have really proceeded the original; nothing remains but the from a desire for perpetuating some name of a nonentity; and what is this remembrance of the body. No one worth?-Bucephalus perpetuated his likes to drop into the earth, like a name, as well, as Alexander ; the inpebble into the ocean, and let the cendiary of Diana's temple eternised waves of eternity close over him,with- his, though it was forbidden to be ute out some record or memorial. We tered, while that of its first builder wish to keep up some connection with is lost. Vice, indeed, and folly have mortality, however slight; and we better chances of immortality, than stretch back our shadowy arms from virtue and wisdom; for the former the tomb, to snatch at a phantom. only are registered in our Courts and Hence all our posthumous vanity, Calends; and as blood and misery and monumental earth-clinging, are the materials with which history from the dateless Pyramids, down builds, one destroyer of mankind to the recent will of Mrs. Mary shall outlast fifty benefactors. The Hoggins of St. Olave, Southwark, Chinese have no annals, for they have who bequeaths to the parish ringers had no wars. Poor-spirited wretch “ a leg of mutton and trimmings, for that I am! -no circumstances could EVER, for ringing a peal of triple-bob- huve made me a hero, for, with shame majors on the anniversary of her I confess it, I would rather be a birth.” In commemo
morating its donor, forgotten philosopher, than a rememthe leg of mutton cannot fail more
bered tyrant. egregiously than the pyramids, which Poets have a much more subgtanhave entombed the names, as well as tial existence after death. The the bodies of their builders:--" they've non omnis moriar," is not altogebeen long remembered they're ther a vain boast: their minds aoforgot ;"-or, if Cheops and Ceph- tually survive; we are conversant