H vol ■ IS 1 ISAtilft s \V * 7"/ \>* ANCIENT CLASSICS FOR ENGLISH READERS. EDITED BY THE Rev. W. LUCAS COLLINS, M.A. Price 2s. 6d., bound in cloth. The aim of the present series will be to explain, sufficiently for general readers, who these great writers were, and what they wrote j to give, wherever possible, some connected outline of the story which they tell, or the facts which they record, checked by the results of modern investigations j to prese7it some of their most striking passages in approved English translations, and to illustrate them generally from modern writers ; to serve, in short, as a popular retrospect of the chief literature of Greece and Rome. Volumes published — 1. HOMER: THE ILIAD. 2. HOMER: THE ODYSSEY. 3. HERODOTUS. The Fourth Volume will "be published in May. EXTRACTS FROM REVIEWS OF THIS SERIES. Times. We can confidently recommend ' Ancient Classics for English Readers ' to all who have forgotten their Greek and desire to refresh their knowledge of Homer. As for those to whom the series is chiefly addressed, who have never learnt Greek at all, this little book gives them an opportunity which they had not before, an op- portunity not only of remedying a want they must have often felt, but of remedying it by no patient and irksome toil, but by a few hours of pleasant reading. Saturday Beview. If the other volumes are as well executed as this, the monthly issue will soon furnish excellent guidance to the whole field of classical literature, and when the way is thus rendered clear, good translations will be read with far more pleasure and discrimination. We antici- pate that the judicious and novel design of such a series will meet, as it deserves, with widespread and lasting favour; and that, with its success, juster ideas will more generally prevail of the characteristics of the great writers of old. Civil Service Gazette. No more happy idea has been conceived of late than that of which this is the first instalment. . . . 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To such persons, who often in after-years feel keenly the neglect or want of opportunities for becoming acquainted with the world- renowned old Greek and Latin authors, and who, from press of occu- pation, are unable to recover their lost ground, these volumes will pre- sent themselves as a real boon ; and if the succeeding volumes come up to the standard of the one now before us, it is difficult to conceive how they could gain their knowledge in a pleasanter, clearer, or more concise form. . . . This well-printed handy little volume, then, de- serves our unqualified praise. There is many a Paterfamilias who, having for years past been obliged to listen in dignified but pusillani- mous silence to the sly classical allusions of his precocious offspring, will now be enabled, thanks to these little books, to carry the war into the enemy's country, and terrify and startle his astonished family by learned disquisitions on the character of Agamemnon, and pedantic conjectures as to the birthplace of Homer. Literary Churchman. We should be glad to see them on the table of every home where there are young people to be imbued with sound literary tastes, and to be informed as to the wealth of interest there is in books and sub- jects too commonly regarded by the young as matters of mere educa- tional business. Ancient Classics for English Readers ? EDITED BY THE REV. W. LUCAS COLLINS, M.A. HOMER THE ILIAD The Volumes published of this Series contain HOMER: THE ILIAD, by the Editor. HOMER : THE ODYSSEY, by the Same. HERODOTUS, by George C. Swayne, M.A. Late Fellow of Corpus Christi College, Oxford. The following Authors, by various Contributors, are in preparation : — VIRGIL. HORACE. ^SCHYLUS. SOPHOCLES. ARISTOPHANES CICERO. JUVENAL. CAESAR. Others will follow. A Volume will be published on the 1st of every alternate Month, price 2s. 6d. HOMER it THE ILIAD BY THE. REV. W. LUCAS COLLINS, M.A. AUTHOR OF ' ETONIANA,' ' THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS,' ETC. P " ' WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS EDINBURGH AND LONDON MDCCCLXX D X> ADVEKTISEMENT. It is proposed to give, in these little volumes, some such introduction to the great writers of Greece and Eome as may open to those who have not received a classical education — or in whose case it has been incomplete and fragment- ary — a fair acquaintance with the contents of their writings, and the leading features of their style. The constant allusions in our own literature, and even in our daily press, to the works of the ancient classical authors, and the familiarity with the whole dramatis personam of ancient history and fable which modern writers on all subjects assume on the part of their readers, make such an acquaintance almost necessary for those who care not only to read but to understand. Even in the case of readers who have gone through the regular classical course in their day, this acquaintance, if honest confession were made, would be found very imperfect. It is said, of a. c. vol. i. 7111 A B VER Tl SEME NT. illustrate them generally from modern writers ; to serve, in short, as a popular retrospect of the chief literature of Greece and Eome. The attempt appeals, as will be seen, to a circle outside that of classical scholarship ; though possibly some who have all legal claim to rank as scholars, but who now stand rather on the " retired list " of that service, may in these pages meet some old acquaintances whom they have almost forgotten. If, in any case, they find our re-introduction unsatisfactory, none would advise them more heartily than we do to renew the old personal intercourse for themselves. The following Authors, by various contributors, are in preparation: — Homer — The Odyssey. Virgil. Horace. Herodotus. iEsCHYLUS. Sophocles. Aristophanes. Cicero. Juvenal. Others will follow. CONTENTS. INTRODUCTION", CHAP. I. THE QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES, II. THE DUEL OF PARIS AND MENELAUS, III. THE BROKEN TRUCE, TV. THE FIRST DAY'S BATTLE, V. THE SECOND DAY'S BATTLE YI. THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES : VII. THE THIRD BATTLE, VIII. THE DEATH OF PATROCLUS, IX. THE RETURN OF ACHILLES, X. THE DEATH OF HECTOR, XI. CONCLUDING REMARKS, PAGE 1 25 48 63 69 88 94 104 113 121 128 139 It lias been thought desirable in these pages to use the Latin names of the Homeric deities, as more familiar to English ears. As, however, most modern translators have followed Homer's Greek nomenclature, it may be con- venient here to give both. Zeus = Jupiter. Here = Juno. Ares = Mars. Poseidon = Neptune. Pallas Athene = Minerva. Aphrodite = Venus. Hephaistos = Vulcan. Hermes = Mercury. Artemis Diana. The passages marked (D.) are from Lord Derby's tran- slation ; (W.) from Mr Worsley's ; and (P.) Pope's. 1NTB0DUCTI0N. It is quite unnecessary here to discuss the question, on which the learned are very far from being agreed, whether Homer — the "Prince of Poets" — had any real existence ; whether he was really the author of the two great poems which hear his name, or whether they are the collected works of various hands, dove- tailed into each other by some clever editor of ancient times. Homer will still retain his personality for the uncritical reader, however a sceptical criticism may question it. The blind old bard, wandering from land to land, singing his lays of the old heroic times to a throng of admiring listeners, must always continue to be the familiar notion of the author of the Iliad and the Odyssey. Such was the universal creed of the world of readers until a comparatively recent date ; and the speculations of modern scholars, in this as in other cases, have been much more successful in shak- ing the popular belief than in replacing it by any constructive theory of their own which is nearly so credible. " Homer " is quite as likely to have been really Homer, as a mere name under whose shadow A 2 HOMER. the poems of various unknown writers have been grouped. There is extant a Life of the poet, said to have heen composed by the Greek historian Herodotus, quoted, as such by early writers, and possibly, after all, quite as trustworthy as the destructive conjectures of those critics who would allow him no life at all. There w r e are told that his birth, like that of so many heroes of antiquity, was illegitimate ; that he was the son of Critheis, who had been betrayed by her guardian ; that he was born near Smyrna, on the banks of the river Meles, and was thence called " Melesigenes." His mother is said afterwards to have married a schoolmaster named Phemius, by whom the boy was adopted, and in due course succeeded to his new father's occupation. But the future bard soon grew weary of such confinement. He set out to see the world ; visiting in turn Egypt, Italy, Spain, the islands of the Mediterranean, and gathering material for at least one of his great works, the adventures of the hero Odysseus (Ulysses), known to us as the Odyssey. In the course of his travels he became blind, and thence was called " Homefos " — "the blind man" — such at least is one of the interpretations of his name.* In that state returning to his native town of Smyrna, he, like his great English successor, Milton, composed his two great poems. One of the few passages in which any personal allusion to himself has been traced, or fancied, in Homer's verse, is a scene in the Odyssey, * Said to be an Ionian term — "One who follows a guide." There are several other interpretations of the name, not neces- sary to be given here. INTRODUCTION. 3 where the blind harper Demodocus is introduced as singing his lays in the halls of King Alcinous : — " Whom the Muse loved, and gave him good and ill — 111, that of light she did his eyes deprive ; Good, that sweet minstrelsies divine at will She lent him, and a voice men's ears to thrill." (W. ) So, in the same poem, the only other hard who ap- pears is also blind — Phemius, who is compelled to exercise his art for the diversion of the dissolute suitors of Penelope. The fact of blindness is in itself by no means incompatible with the notion of Homer's having constructed and recited even two such long poems as the Iliad and the Odyssey. The blind have very fre- quently remarkable memories, together with a ready ear and passionate love for music. For the rest of his life, Homer is said to have roamed from city to city as a wandering minstrel, singing his lays through the towns of Asia Minor, in the islands of the Archipelago, and even in the streets of Athens itself, and drawing crowds of eager listeners wherever he went by the wondrous charm of his song. This wandering life has been assumed to imply that he was an outcast and poor. The uncertainty of his birthplace, and the disputes to which it gave rise in after times, were the subject of an epigram whose pun- gency passed for truth — " Seven rival towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread." But the begging is not in the original lines at all, and a wandering minstrel was no dishonoured guest, wherever he appeared, in days much later than Homer's. Somewhere on the coast of the Levant he wm—m—mm 4 HOMER. died and was buried, leaving behind him that name which retains its spell hardly weakened by the lapse of some twenty-seven centuries, and the two great poems which have been confessedly the main source of the epic poetry, the heroic drama, and the early romance of Europe. Other works are ascribed to Homer's name besides the Iliad and the Odyssey, but the authorship appears more doubtful. If we trust the opinion of Aristotle, Homer was the father of comic narrative poetry as well as of epic. The poem called i Margites,' attri- buted to him, contained the travels and adventures of a wealthy and pedantic coxcomb : but slight fragments only of this have been preserved — enough to show that the humour was somewhat more gross than one would expect from the poet of the Odyssey, though redeemed, no doubt, by satire of a higher kind, as in the surviving line which, in describing the hero's accomplishments, seems to anticipate the multifarious and somewhat superficial knowledge of the present day— " Full many things he knew — and ill he knew them all." Admitting the personality of the poet himself, and his claim to the authorship of both Iliad and Odyssey, it is not necessary to suppose that either poem was framed originally as a whole, or recited as a whole upon every occasion. No doubt the song grew as he sung. He would probably add from time to time to the original lay. The reciter, whose audience must depend entirely upon him for their text, has an almost unlimited licence of interpolation and expansion. It may be fairly granted also that future minstrels, who INTRODUCTION. 5 sung the great poet's lays after his death, would inter- weave with them here and there something of their own, more or less successful in its imitation of the original. Such explanation of the repetitions and incongruities which are to he found in the Iliad seems at least as reasonahle as the supposition that its twenty- four books are the work of various hands, "stitched together " — such is one explanation of the term " rhapsody" — in after times, and having a com- mon origin only in this, that all sung of the " wondrous Tale of Troy." That tale was for generations the mainspring of Greek legend and song, and the inspiration of Greek painters . and sculptors. At this day, the attempt to separate the fabulous from the real, to reduce the rich colouring of romance into the severe outlines of history, is a task which even in the ablest hands seems hopeless. The legends themselves are various, and contradictory in their details. The leading characters in the story — Priam, Helen, Agamemnon, Achilles, Ulysses, Paris, Hector and Andromache — appear in as many different aspects and relations as the fancy of each poet chose. In this respect they are like the heroes of our own " Eound Table " romances \ like Arthur and Guinevere, Lancelot, Tristram, and Percival — common impersona- tions on whom all kinds of adventures are fastened, though the main characteristics of the portrait are pre- served throughout. What amount of bare historical truth may or may not underlie the poetical colouring — whether there was or was not a real Greek expedition and a real siege of Troy, less " heroic " and more pro- bable in its extent and details than the Iliad represents it — is no question to be here discussed. So far as liter- ^^^^^■■■■^■^■■■■^^■■■iBa 6 HOMER. ary interest is concerned, "the real Trojan war," as Mr Grote well says, " is that which is recounted by Homer." It will be sufficient here to take the poet as our main authority, and to fill up his picture from other legendary sources ; for though Homer's version of the Great Trojan War is the earliest account which has come down to us, he drew his material from still earlier lays and legends, with which he assumes all his readers (or hearers) to be tolerably familiar; and which, again, the later poets and tragedians reproduced with many additions and variations of their own. The preservation of poems of such great length (the Iliad alone contains between fifteen and sixteen thou- sand lines) in days when writing, even if invented, was in its infancy, has been the subject of much speculation. That they were publicly recited at great national festi- vals in all parts of Greece, is undoubted. Professional minstrels, or "rhapsodists," as they were called, chanted certain selected portions which suited their own taste or that of their audience — often such as contained the exploits of some national hero. They followed pos- sibly in this the example of the great bard himself; just as certain of our own popular writers have lately taken to read, to an admiring public, some favourite scenes and chapters from their own works. Lycurgus is said to have brought the collected poems from Asia to Sparta ; Solon, at Athens, to have first obliged the minstrels to recite the several portions in due order, so as to preserve the continuity of the narrative. Pisistratus, the great Athenian ruler, has the reputa- tion of having first reduced the whole into a collected shape, and of having thus far settled the "text" of Homer, employing in this work the most eminent INTRODUCTION. 7 men of letters of his day. There is a legend of a Homeric ' Septuagint : ' of seventy learned scribes em- ployed in the great work, as in the Greek version of the Hebrew Scriptures. From the time when the Iliad and Odyssey were reduced to writing, their popularity rather increased than waned. They were the storehouse of Greek history, genealogy, and anti- quity — the models and standards of literary taste. To be unacquainted with these masterpieces, was to be wholly without culture and education : and, thanks to their continual and public recital, this want was per- haps less prevalent amongst the Greeks than amongst ourselves. The young Alcibiades, when receiving the usual education of a Greek gentleman, is said to have struck his tutor one day in a burst of righteous indig- nation, for having made the confession — certainly inex- cusable in his vocation — that he did not possess a copy of the great poet. Alexander the Great carried always with him the copy which had been corrected by his master Aristotle, preserved in a jewelled casket taken amongst the spoils of Darius. No pains were spared in the caligraphy, or costliness in the mountings, of favourite manuscripts of the Homeric poems. They continued to be regarded with almost a superstitious reverence even during the middle ages of Christendom. Men's future destinies were discovered, by a sort of rude divination, in verses selected at hap- hazard. Fan- tastic writers saw in the two poems nothing more or less than allegorical versions of Hebrew history ; and grave physicians recommended as an infallible recipe for a quartan ague, the placing every night a copy of the fourth book of the Iliad under the patient's head. Modern critical speculations have gone quite as far in H 8 HOMER. another direction. In the eyes of some ingenious theorists, this siege of Troy is but " a repetition of the daily siege of the East by the solar powers that every evening are robbed of their brightest treasures in the West ; " * and the Homeric heroes and their exploits all represent allegorically, in one form or another, the great conflict between Light and Darkness. But such questions are beyond the scope of these pages ; we are content here to take the tale of Troy as the poet tells it. V^' The supposed date of the story may be taken as some fifteen centuries before the Christian era. The great City of Troy, or Ilium, lay on the coast of Asia Minor — its reputed site still bearing the name of the Troad, a broad well- watered champaign, with a height k still recognised as the citadel towering above it. "So royal seat of the ancient world," says a modern visitor to the spot, "could boast a grander situation than the Trojan citadel." t As to its actual locality and exist- ence, there is little ground for scepticism. The tradi- tion of the name and place was unbroken in the early historical ages of Greece. Xerxes, king of Persia, in his expedition, is said to have visited the citadel, and to have offered there a thousand oxen to the tutelary god- dess; possibly, it has been suggested, claiming to be the avenger of the Asiatic kings on their European enemies. J Mindarus, the Lacedaemonian admiral, seventy years later, sacrificed there also : and Alexander, when he crossed the Hellespont, not only did the same, but took from the temple some of the sacred arms which * Max Miiller ; Cox's Tales of Ancient Greece. + Curtius's Hist, of Greece, i. 80. X Grote, Hist, of Greece, i. 271. INTRODUCTION. 9 were hung there (said to he those of the heroes of the great siege), offering up his own in exchange. The founder of the city was Ilus, son of Tros, and from these mythical heroes it took its two names. But its walls were built by the grandson, Laomedon. He employed some remarkable workmen. In one of the most striking and suggestive fables of the Greek myth- ology, certain of the gods are represented as being con- demned by Zeus (or Jupiter) to a period of servitude upon earth. Poseidon (Neptune) and Apollo were under this condemnation, and undertook, for certain rewards, to help Laomedon in his fortifications. But when the work was finished, the ungrateful king re- pudiated his bargain. As a punishment, a sea-monster is sent to ravage his dominions, who can only be ap- peased by the sacrifice of a maiden of noble blood. The lot falls upon the king's own daughter, Hesione. It is the original version of St George and the Dragon. Laomedon offers his daughter, and certain horses of immortal breed (which he seems to count even a more valuable prize), to the champion who will deliver her and slay the monster. Hercules comes to the rescue j but a second time Laomedon breaks his word. He substitutes mortal horses, and refuses his daughter. Hercules attacks the city, kills Laomedon, and carries off the princess Hesione, whom he gives to his comrade Telamon. From this union are born two heroes, Ajax and his brother Teucer, whom we shall meet in the second and great Siege of Troy, which forms the subject of Homer's Iliad. This double perjury of Laomedon' s is one supposed cause of the wrath of Heaven resting on the town and its people. Yet Apollo, forgetful, it would seem, of 10 HOMER. his former unworthy treatment, and only remembering with, affection the walls which he had helped to build, is represented as taking part with the Trojans in the great struggle, in which the deities of Olympus are bitterly divided amongst themselves. But Homer's Tale of Troy says nothing of Laomedon and his broken faith. His poem is built upon a later legend. This legend embraces in the whole a period of thirty years, divided exactly, in a manner very con- venient for both poet and reader, into complete 'de- cades ; ten years of preparation for the siege, ten occu- pied in the siege itself (with which alone the Iliad has to do), and ten consumed in the weary wanderings and final return home of the surviving Greek heroes who had taken part in the expedition. The first decade begins with the carrying off from the court of Menelaus, king of Sparta, of his wife Helen, by a young Asiatic prince whom he has enter- tained in his travels. Helen is the reputed daughter of Jupiter by Leda, and upon her Venus has bestowed the fatal endowment of matchless and irresistible beauty. The young prince whom she unhappily cap- tivates is Paris or Alexander, son of Priam, king of Troy. Terrible oracles had accompanied the birth of him who was to prove the curse of his father's people. His mother Hecuba dreamed that she gave birth to a flaming brand. The child when born was exposed on Mount Ida, so as to insure his death in infancy with- out incurring the guilt of blood. But, as in similar legends, the precaution did but help to fulfil the pro- phecy. In the solitudes of the mountain he grew up, a boy of wondrous beauty, the nursling and the fav- ourite of Venus. There he was called upon to decide INTRODUCTION. 11 to whom the "Prize of Beauty" — the golden apple thrown by Discord into the feast of the Immortals, with that insidious legend inscribed on it— should be awarded. Three competing goddesses — Juno, Venus, and Minerva, who at least, as the goddess of wisdom, ought to have known better — appeared before the young shepherd in all the simplicity of immortal costume, in order that he might decide which of them was " the fairest." Each tried to bribe him to adjudge the prize to herself. The Queen of Heaven offered him power in the future ; Minerva, wisdom ; Venus, the loveliest woman upon earth. Paris chose the last. It was Helen ; for Venus took it very little into her account that she had a husband already. It involved also, according to the most picturesque of the legends, a somewhat similar breach of troth on Paris's part. In the valleys of Ida he had already won the love of the nymph (Enone, but he deserts her without scruple under the new temptation.* He has learnt the secret of his royal birth, and is acknowledged by his father Priam. In spite of the warnings of his sister Cassan- dra, who has a gift of prophecy, and foresees evil from the expedition ; in spite, too, of the forsaken (Enone's wild denunciations, he fits out ships and sets sail for Greece. Admitted as a guest to the hospitable court of Menelaus at Sparta, he charms both him and Helen by his many accomplishments. The king, gallant and unsuspicious, and of somewhat easy temperament, as appears from several passages of Homer, leaves him still an inmate of his palace, while he himself makes a * It can hardly be necessary to do more than remind the reader how exquisitely this story is told in Tennyson's "CEnone." 12 HOMER. voyage to Crete. In the husband's absence, Paris suc- ceeds — not without some degree of violence, according to some of the legends — in carrying off the wife, loading his ships at the same time (to give emphatic baseness to the exploit) with a rich freight of gold and treasures, the spoils of his absent host. So Venus's promise is made good, and Priam weakly receives into his palace the fatal beauty who is to prove the ruin of the Trojan fortunes. The outrage rouses all Greece to arms. Menelaus appeals to his brother Agamemnon, king of Argos and Mycenae, who held some sort of suzerainty over the whole of Greece. The brother-kings were the sons of Atreus, of the great house of Pelops, who gave his name to the peninsula known as the Peloponnesus, and now the Morea. It was a house eminent for wealth and splendour and influence. According to an old proverb, valour and wisdom were given by the gods to other names in larger measure, but wealth and power belonged of divine right to the Atridae. This power must not be hastily pronounced fabulous. There yet remain traces of the mural and sepulchral architecture of Agamemnon's capital, Mycenae, which are strongly significant of a pre-historical civilisation — an "iron age " of massive strength and no mean resources. * Agamemnon, in Homer's poem, carries a sceptre which had literally, not metaphorically, come down to him as an heirloom from the king of the gods. Yulcan * " Standing before the castle portal of Mycenae, even he who knows nothing of Homer must imagine to himself a king like the Homeric Agamemnon, a warlike lord with army and fleet, who maintained relations with Asia, and her wealth of gold and arts." — Curtius's Hist, of Greece, i. 115. INTRODUCTION. 13 himself had wrought it for Jupiter; Jupiter had given it to Hermes, Hermes to Pelops, and so it had been handed on. It was in some sort the prototype of those more than mortal weapons wielded by the heroes of medieval romance, which were one secret of their invincible prowess, and which had come from the hand of no human armourer ; like the sword Dur- entaille, which belonged to Charlemagne, and was by him given to his nephew Roland ; like Arthur's Ex- calibur ; or the marvellous blade Eecuite, which passed from the hands of Alexander the Great to Ptolemy, from Ptolemy to Judas Maccabaeus, and so, through many intermediate owners, to the Emperor Yespasian. To the monarchs of the house of Pelops, then, be- longed in uncommon degree " the divinity that doth hedge a king;" and Agamemnon is recognised, through- out the whole of the Homeric story, as pre-eminently "King of Men." But a terrible curse rested on the house — a curse connected with a revolting legend, which, as not recognised by Homer, needs no further notice here, but which was to find ample fulfilment in the sequel of Agamemnon's history. The royal sons of Atreus take hasty counsel with such of the neighbouring kings and chiefs as they can collect, how they may avenge the wrong. One legend tells us that Tyndarus, the reputed father of Helen, be- fore he gave her in marriage to Menelaus, had pledged all her suitors, among whom were the noblest names of Greece, to avenge any such attempt against the honour of the husband he should choose for her, whichever of them he might be : and that they now redeemed that pledge when called upon by the king of Sparta. Nes- tor, king of Pylos, and a chief named Palamedes, went M^H 14 HOMER. through, the coasts of Greece, denouncing the perfidy of the foreign adventurer, and rousing the national feeling of the Greeks, or, as Homer prefers to call them, the Achseans. The chiefs did not all obey the sum- mons willingly. Odysseus — Letter known to us under the Latin form of his name as Ulysses — king of the rocky island of Ithaca, feigned madness to escape from his engagement. But the shrewd Palamedes detected the imposture. He went to the field where the king, after the simple fashion of the times, was ploughing, carrying with him from the house his infant child Telemachus, and laid him down in the furrow which Ulysses was moodily driving, apparently insensible to all other sights and sounds. The father turned the plough aside, and his assumed madness was at once detected. In some cases, where there were several sons of military age in the same family, lots were cast for the unwelcome honour of serving against Troy. Some even sent bribes to Agamemnon to induce him to set them free from their engagement. Echepolus of Sicyon, loath to leave his vast possessions, sent to the great king his celebrated mare (Ethe, the fleetest of her kind, as his personal ransom. The bribe was accepted, and (Ethe went to Troy instead of her luxurious master. The story has been adduced in proof of Agamemnon's greediness in thus preferring private gain to the public interests : but no less a critic than Aristotle has saga- ciously observed, that a good horse was a far more valuable conscript than an unwilling soldier. Some heroes, on the other hand, went resolutely to the war, though the fates foretold that they should never return from it alive. Euchenor of Corinth, though rich like Echepolus, could not be persuaded to remain at home, INTRODUCTION. 15 even when his aged father, who was a seer himself, forewarned hirn of his doom; he boldly dared his fate, and fell at the close of the siege by the hand of Paris. Under somewhat similar auguries the great hero of V\Bomer's tale left his home for Troy. Achilles, said the legends, was the son of the ocean-goddess Thetis by a mortal lover, Peleus son of iEacus. The gods had honoured the marriage with their personal presence — " For in that elder time, when truth and worth Were still revered and cherished here on earth, The tenants of the skies would oft descend To heroes' spotless homes, as friend to friend ; There meet them face to face, and freely share In all that stirred the hearts of mortals there." * The Roman poet Catullus tells us in the same beautiful ode, how mortals and immortals alike brought their wedding gifts: Chiron the centaur ("that divine beast," as Pindar calls him) comes from the mountains laden with coronals of flowers for the banquet, and Peneus, the Thessalian river-god, brings whole trees of beech and bay and cypress to shade the guests. Even the three weird sisters, the inexorable Pates, tune their voices for this once into a nuptial hymn, and while their spindles " run and weave the threads of doom," they chant the future glories of the child that shall be born from this auspicious union. Neptune presents the fortunate bridegroom with two horses of divine breed — Xanthus and Ealius — and Chiron gives him a wondrous ashen spear. Both these gifts passed after- * Catullus' s Kuptials of Peleus and Thetis (transl. by Theo- dore Martin). \ 16 HOMER. wards as heirlooms to Achilles, the offspring of this marriage, and were carried by him to Troy. s Achilles is the very model of a hero, such as heroes would be accounted in times when the softer and nobler qualities of true heroism were unknown. Strong and beautiful in person, as a goddess-born should be; haughty, and prompt to resent insult, but gallant and generous; passionate alike in his love and in his hate ; a stanch friend, and a bitter enemy. He is the proto- type of Sir Lancelot in many points — " the goodliest person that ever came among press of knights — the truest friend to his lover that ever bestrod horse — the sternest man to his mortal foe that ever put spear in rest." The epithet which Homer himself gives him is precisely that which was given to the English king who was held to be the flower of chivalry — "Lion- heart." Though in personal strength and speed of foot he excels all the other heroes of the expedition, yet he is not a mere fighter, like his comrade Ajax, but has all the finer tastes and accomplishments of an age which, however fierce and barbarous in many respects, shows yet a high degree of civilisation. Music and song beguile for him the intervals of battle, and, whether indignant, sarcastic, or pathetic, he is always an admir- able speaker. There is something of a melancholy interest about him, too, not inappropriate to a hero of romance, which the poet never allows us to forget. He has come to Troy with his doom upon him, and he knows it. His goddess-mother has told him that there is a twofold destiny possible for him : either to live in wealth and peace, and such happiness as they can bring, a long life of inglorious ease in his native land of Phthia, or to embrace in foreign warfare a brief career INTRODUCTION. 17 of victory, a warrior's death, and undying glory. He makes his choice as a hero should — c ' One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name." One fable runs that his mother, Thetis, dipped him when an infant in the river Styx, which made liim invulnerable in every point except the heel, by which she held him:* but there is no mention of this in the Iliad, and he goes into battle, for all that appears, as liable to wounds and death as any other mortal warrior, and with a presentiment that the last awaits him before the capture of Troy is complete. At length the ten years' preparations were all com- pleted. The harbour of Aulis on the coast of Bceotia was the place fixed for the rendezvous. From every quarter where the great race of the Achseans had settled, — from the wooded valleys of Thessaly, from all the coasts of the Peloponnesus, and the neighbouring islands, from Ithaca and Cephallenia on the west to Crete and Rhodes on the east — the chiefs and their following were gathered. A hundred ships — long half- decked row -galleys, whose average complement was about eighty men — were manned from Agamemnon's own kingdom of Mycenae, and he supplied also sixty more to carry the contingent of the Arcadians, who, as an inland people, had no fleet of their own. His brother Menelaus brought sixty; Nestor of Pylos, * The legend bears a remarkable resemblance to that of the hero Siegfried, in the German ' Nibelungen Lied.' By bathing in the blood of the slain dragon he acquires the same property of invulnerability, with the exception of one spot on his back which had been kept dry by a fallen leaf. And he meets his death, like Achilles, by a wound in that spot, dealt treacherously. B H^MH^^^HM 18 HOMER, ninety; Idomeneus of Crete, and Diomed of Argos, eighty each. Ulysses and Ajax did but contribute each twelve galleys; but the leaders were a host in themselves. In all there were twelve hundred vessels, carrying above 100,000 men. "With the exception of the chiefs and two or three officials attached to each galley, such as the helmsman and the steward, all on board were rowers when at sea, and fighting-men on land. The expedition has been well termed a secular crusade. It was undertaken, as modern politicians would say, " f or an idea;" not for conquest, but for a point of honour. It might be questioned, indeed, how far the object was worth the cost. There was at least one of the neighbouring kings who at the time took a very unromantic and utilitarian view of the matter. Poltis, king of Thrace, was applied to amongst the rest for his assistance. He inquired into the cause 01 the expedition ; and when he heard it, he suggested an arrangement which might accommodate all differences without the necessity of an appeal to arms. "It is hard," he said, " for Menelaus to lose a wife : yet very probably Paris wanted one. Now I have two wives, whom I can well spare; I will send one to Menelaus, and the other to Paris ; and so all parties will be satis- fied." But we might have lost the Iliad if his counsel had been taken. The great host set sail ; but the first time, says the legend, they missed their way. They mistook a part of the coast called Teuthrania for the plains of Troy ; and then, re-embarking, were driven by a storm back to the shores of Greece. A second time they made their rendezvous at Aulis ; but Agamemnon had in- curred the anger of Diana, and the fleet lay wind-bound INTRODUCTION. 19 for many weeks. It was then that deed of purest tragedy was done, which, though it forms no part of Homer's story, has been so often the subject of song, of painting, and of sculpture, and has received so many illustrations in modern literature, that it must find place here. The king is informed by the oracle that the wrath of Heaven can only be appeased by the sacri- fice of his virgin daughter Iphianassa, or as she is more commonly called, Iphigenia. Eeluctantly, and only after a bitter struggle with his feelings, urged by the importunate clamour of the whole army, and in obedi- ence to his conception of his duties as their chief, the father consented. The story is immortalised by the anecdote told of Timanthes, the painter of Sicyon, when competing with a rival in a picture of the sacrifice. The point of admitted difficulty with both the competi- tors was to portray the agony in the father's features at the moment when the sacrificing priest was about to strike the fatal blow. The great artist represented the king as wrapping his face in the folds of his mantle, and was at once pronounced the winner of the prize. Mr Tennyson — never more successful than when he draws his inspiration from the old classical sources — has made tasteful use of both legend and anecdote in his ' Dream of Fair Women.' It is Iphigenia who speaks : — " I was cut off from hope in that sad place, Which yet to name my spirit loathes and /ears : My father held his hand upon his face ; I, blinded with my tears, " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs, As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. 20 HOMER. 11 The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat, The temples and the people and the shore ; One drew a sharp knife through my tender throat, Slowly, — and nothing more." There was, however, a less harrowing version of the legend. As in the parallel case of Jephtha's daughter, there were found interpreters who could not bear that the sacrifice should be carried out. They said that in mercy Diana substituted a fawn, and carried off the maiden to serve her as a priestess in perpetual maiden- hood at her shrine in the Tauric Chersonese. It is this version of the tale which the Greek tragedian Euripides has followed in his "Iphigenia in Aulis." Racine, in his tragedy, avails himself of a third version of the catastrophe. The victim whom Galenas' oracle demands must be a princess of the blood of Helen. This Aga- memnon's daughter was — her mother Clytemnestra being Helen's sister. But at the last moment another Iphigenia is found, offspring of a previous secret mar- riage of Helen with Theseus. The French tragedian, following Euripides in representing the princess as promised in marriage to Achilles, has given the neces- sary amount of romance to the denouement by introduc- ing the hero as an impetuous lover of the modern type, surrounding the altar with his faithful Myrmidons, and vowing that Calchas himself shall be the first victim — until the old soothsayer hits upon the expedi- ent of a satisfactory substitute. The wrath of Diana is appeased, the favouring gales are granted, and once more the Greek armament sets sail. They break their voyage at the island of Tenedos ; and from thence Menelaus, accompanied by Ulysses, who is the diplomatist of the army, proceeds to Troy to INTRODUCTION. 21 make a final demand for reparation. Even now, if the Trojans will give back Helen and the treasures, the Greeks will be satisfied. But the terms were rejected, though the reception of the embassy at Troy seems to mark a high state of civilisation. So the expedition proceeds : but before they make good their landing on the Trojan coast, the Fates demand another victim. The oracle had said that the first who set foot on Trojan soil must fall. There was a hesitation even among the bravest of the Greeks, and the Trojans and their allies were lining the shore. Protesilaus of Phylace, with a gallant disregard of omens, leapt to land, and fell, first of his countrymen, by a Dardanian spear — launched, as one legend has it, by the noble hand of Hector. Homer has a pathetic touch in his mention of him : — i ' Unfinished his proud palaces remain, And his sad consort beats her breast in vain." On this slight foundation the Roman poet, Ovid, has constructed one of the sweetest of his imaginary ' Epistles' — that of the wife Laodamia to the hus- band of whom she complains as sending no message home, undreaming that he had long since found a grave on the soil of Troy. A later legend tells us that she wearied the gods with prayers and tears, by night and day, to obtain permission to see her husband once again on earth. The boon was granted : for the space of three hours the dead hero was allowed to revisit his home, and Laodamia died in his embrace. There is a poetic sequel to the tradition, preserved by Pliny,* and thus beautifully rendered in the concluding lines of Wordsworth's ' Laodamia : ' — *Nat. Hist.,xvi. 44. 22 HOMER. " Upon the side Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained) A knot of spiry trees for ages grew From out the tomb of him for whom she died ; And ever, when such stature they had gained That Ilium's walls were subject to their view, The trees' tall summits withered at the sight — A constant interchange of growth and blight ! " The Trojans, too, had their allies, who came to their aid, when the invasion was imminent, from the neigh- bouring tribes of Mysia, Caria, Phrygia, and even the coast towns of Thrace. The most renowned of these auxiliary chiefs were Sarpedon, who led the Lycian troops, and iEneas, commander of the Dardanians. Both claimed an immortal descent : iEneas was the son of Venus by a human lover, Anchises, and sprung from a branch of the royal house of Troy : Sarpedon's father was no less than Jupiter himself. Next after Hector, the most warlike, but not the eldest of the sons of Priam, these are the most illustrious names on the side of the Trojans in Homer's story. But the force of the invaders w r as too strong to allow their adversaries to keep the open field. Soon they were driven inside the walls of the city, while the Greeks ravaged all the neighbouring coast almost unopposed, and maintained themselves at the enemy's cost. Then began the weary siege which wasted the hopes and resources of both armies for ten long years. To the long night-watches round the camp-fires of the Greeks we are indebted — so the legends say — for at least one invention which has enlivened many a waste hour since, and also, it perhaps may be said, has wasted some hours for its more enthusiastic admirers. Palamedes, to cheer the flagging spirits of his countrymen, invented for them, INTRODUCTION. 23 among other pastimes, the nobler game of chess ; and kings and castles, knights and pawns, still move in illustration of the greater game which was then being played on the plains of Troy. The inventor met with but an ungrateful return, according to one gloomy legend — which, however, is not Homer's. Ulysses had never forgiven him the detection of the pretence of madness by which he had sought himself to escape the service ; nor could he bear so close a rival in what he considered his own exclusive field of subtlety and strata- gem. He took the occasion of a fishing expedition to plunge the unfortunate chief overboard. So much of preface seems almost necessary to enable any reader to whom the Greek mythology is not already familiar ground, to take up Homer's tale with some such previous acquaintance with the subject as the bard himself would have given him credit for. The want of it has sometimes made the study of the Iliad less interesting and less intelligent than it should have been, even to those who have approached it with some knowledge of the original language. The galleys of the Greeks, when they reached the Trojan coast, were all drawn up on shore, as was their invariable custom at the end of a voyage, and kept in an upright position by wooden shores. The crews, with the exception of some two or three "ship-keepers" for each galley, disembarked, and formed some kind of encampment near their respective vessels. Achilles' station was on one wing, and that of Ajax on the other; these points of danger being assigned to the leaders of highest repute for valour. The chiefs fought in war-chariots of very light construction, on 24 HOMER. two wheels and open at the back. These were drawn by two — or sometimes three — horses, and carried two persons, both standing; the fighter, armed with sword and shield, and one or two long spears which were nsually hurled at the enemy— and his charioteer, visually a friend of nearly equal rank. The fighters in most cases dismounted from their chariots when they came to close quarters, their charioteers attend- ing on their movements. The combatants of lower de- gree fought on foot. There is no mention of cavalry. THE ILIAD. CHAPTER I, THE QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. Adopting for himself a method which has since be- come a rule of art, more or less acknowledged in the literature of fiction, the poet dashes off at once into the full action of his story. He does not ask his readers or hearers to accompany the great armament over sea from the shores of Greece, or give them the history of the long and weary siege. He plunges at one leap into the tenth year of the war. He assumes from the outset, on the part of those to whom he speaks, a general knowledge of the main plot of his poem, and of the characters represented : just as the modern author of a novel or a poem on the Civil Wars of Eng- land would assume some general acquaintance with the history of Charles I., the character of Cromwell, and the breach between King and Commons. Nine whole years are supposed to have already passed in desultory warfare ; but for the details of these campaigns the modern reader has to go to other sources, with which ____^^^^^_^^^___^_^^^_ 26 TEE ILIAD. also the original hearers are supposed to have heen ac- quainted. The Trojans and their allies are cooped up within the walls of their city, while the Greek hero Achilles has spread the terror of his name far and wide. The poet's exordium is of the very briefest. His invo- cation to the goddess of song is in just three words : — " Sing, heavenly muse, the wrath of Peleus' son." We have here the key-note of the poem brought before us in the very first line — nay, in the very first word, according to the original, for " wrath" stands first in the Greek, which it cannot very conveniently do in the English. The iwo great heroes of the Greek chivalry, Agamemnon and Achilles, always jealous of each other, come to an open quarrel in full council of the princes of the League. Their quarrel is — like the original cause of the war, like so many quarrels before and since — about a woman, a beautiful captive. A fatal pestilence is raging in the camp. The Sun-god, Apollo, is angry. To him and to his twin-sister Diana, the Moon, all mysterious diseases were attributed — not without some sufficient reasons, in a hot climate. Pestilence and disease were the arrows of Apollo and Diana. Therefore the Greeks have no doubt as to the author of the present calamity. It is " the god of the silver bow" who is sending his swift shafts of death amongst them. The poet's vision even sees the dread Archer in bodily shape. It is a fine picture ; the English reader will lose little of its beauty in Lord Derby's version : — " Along Olympus' heights he passed, his heart Burning with wrath ; behind his shoulders hung His bow and ample quiver : at his back QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 27 Rattled the fateful arrows as he moved. Like the night-cloud he passed, and from afar He bent against the ships, and sped the bolt ; And fierce and deadly twanged the silver bow. First on the mules and dogs, on man the last, Was poured the arrowy storm ; and through the camp Constant and numerous blazed the funeral-fires. " In their misery the Greeks appeal to their sooth- sayer Calchas, to divine for them the cause of the god's displeasure. The Mantis or soothsayer, whose skill was in most cases supposed to be hereditary, accompanied a Greek force on all its expeditions ; and no prudent general would risk a battle, or en- gage in any important enterprise, without first ascer- taining from this authority the will of the gods, as shadowed out in certain appearances of the sacrifice, or some peculiarity in the flight of birds, or some phenomena of the heavens. In this particular ex- pedition it would appear that Calchas had turned the last branch of his art to good purpose ; it must have been his knowledge of the stars which had enabled him, as Homer tells us, to pilot the great fleet from their own shores to Troy. He confesses that he can read the secret of Apollo's present wrath; but he hesitates to tell it, dreading, he says, lest he should thereby anger the " great chief whom the whole host obeys." Achilles charges him to speak out boldly without fear or favour; none shall harm him — not even if he should denounce Agamemnon himself as the cause of this visitation, adds the hero, gladly seizing the opportunity of hurling a defiance at his great rival. Thus supported, the seer speaks out ; Agamemnon is indeed the guilty cause. In a late foray he had taken captive the maiden daughter of 28 THE ILIAD. Chryses, a priest of the Sun-god, and the father had come to the camp of the invaders as a suppliant, pleading the sanctity of his office, and offering a fit- ting ransom. The great king had refused to listen, had sent him away with bitter words and threats; and the priest had prayed to his god to punish the insult : hence the pestilence. Immediately the popular voice — expressed loudly through Achilles — demands the maiden's instant restitution to her father. Aga- memnon, though burning with indignation alike against the seer and his champion, dares not refuse. His prerogative, however generally admitted and re- spected by the confederate army, is dependent in such extremities on the popular wilL He promises at once to send back the daughter of Chryses unharmed and without ransom. But at the same time, after a stormy and bitter dispute with Achilles, he announces his in- tention to insist on that chief resigning, by way of ex- change, a fair captive named Briseis, carried off in some similar raid, who had been awarded to him as his share of the public spoil. To this insolent demand the majority of the council of chiefs, content with their victory on the main question, appear to raise no objection. But Achilles — his impetuous nature roused to madness by the studied insult — leaps up and half unsheathes his sword. Even then — such is the Greek's reverence for authority — he hesitates ; and as he stands with his hand upon the hilt, there sweeps down from Olympus* Pallas Athene (Minerva), the goddess of * The mythology of Homer supposes the gods to dwell in an aerial city on Mount Olympus (in the north-east of Thessaly), whose summit was always veiled in cloud, and from which there was imagined to be an opening into the heavens. QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 29 wisdom, sent by Here (Juno) Queen of Heaven to check this fatal strife between her favourite Greeks. The celestial messenger is visible to Achilles alone. She calms the hero's wrath so far as to restrain him from any act of violence ; but, as she disappears, he turns on his enemy, and swears a mighty oath — the royal oath of kings — by the golden-studded staff, or ' l scep- tre," which was borne by king, priest, and judge as the emblem of their authority. Pope's rendering has all the fire of the original, and the additional touches which he throws in are at least in a kindred spirit : — " By this I swear, when "bleeding Greece again Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain : When flushed with slaughter Hector comes to spread The purpled shore with mountains of the dead, Then shalt thou mourn th' affront thy madness gave, Forced to deplore, when impotent to save ; Then rage in bitterness of soul, to know This act has made the bravest Greek thy foe." He dashes his sceptre on the ground, and sits down in savage silence. Agamemnon is ready enough to re- turn the taunt, when there rises in the assembly a venerable figure, whose grey hairs and tried sagacity in council command at once the respect of all. It is ]STestor, the hoary-headed chieftain of the rocky Pylos in the Peloponnese — known in his more vigorous days as " the horse-tamer," and, in sooth, not a little proud of his past exploits. Two generations of men he has already outlived in his own dominions, and is now loved and respected by the third. He has joined the great armament still sound in wind and limb ; but he is valued now not so much for his " Red hand in the foray," 30 THE ILIAD. as for his " Sage counsel in cumber." He can clothe this counsel, too, in winning words. The stream of eloquence that flowed from his lips, says the poet, was " sweeter than honey." He gently reproves both disputants for their unseemly strife — a shame to the Greeks, a triumph to the enemy. His words ring like the lament of David over the suicide of Saul — " Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice." " Alas, deep sorrow on our land doth fall ! Yet shall on Priam and his sons alight Hope, and a great joy on the Trojans all, Hearing ye waste in hitter feud your might, Ye twain, our best in counsel and in fight." (W.) He proceeds to tell them something of his own long experience, by way of claim on their attention — with something also, as critics have noticed, of an old man's garrulity. Eut the reader, it should be remembered, really wants to know something about him, even if the Greeks may have been supposed to have heard his story before. " In times past I lived with men — and they despised me not — Abler in counsel, greater than yourselves. Such men I never saw and ne'er shall see, As Pirithous and Dryas, wise and brave, And Theseus, CEgeus' more than mortal son. The mightiest they among the sons of men, The mightiest they, and of the forest beasts Strove with the mightiest, and their rage subdued. With them I played my part ; with them, not one Would dare to fight of mortals now on earth. Yet they my counsels heard, my voice obeyed ; And hear ye also — for my words are wise." (D.) QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 31 The angry chiefs do hear hira so far, that after the interchange of a few more passionate words they leave the conncil. Achilles stalks off gloomily to his tent, accompanied by his faithful friend and henchman, Patroclus (of whom we shall hear more), and followed by his retinue. Agamemnon proceeds at once to carry out his resolution. He despatches a galley with a trusty crew, under the command of the sage Ulysses, to the island of Chrysa, to restore the old priest's daughter to him in all honour, with expiatory presents, and the offer of a hecatomb to the Sun-god. They make the voyage quickly, and arrive safely at the island. The rapid movement here of Homer's verse has rarely been more happily rendered than in the English hexameters of Mr Landon : — " Out were the anchors cast, and the ropes made fast to the steerage ; Out did the sailors leap on the foaming beach of the ocean ; Out was the hecatomb led for the skilful marksman Apollo ; Out Chryseis arose from the ship that sped through the waters. " So, by the good priest's prayers, the god is propiti- ated, and the plague in the Greek host is stayed. Meanwhile another embassy, on a very different errand, has been despatched by the King of Men to the tents where Achilles lies, hard by his ships, with his fierce bands of Myrmidons encamped around him. Their name has passed into a by-word, being commonly but incorrectly used to designate an unscrupulous rab- ble of followers, to whom their leader's word is law. The notion must be derived not from Homer, but from Pope. In his version of the quarrel between Agamem- non and Achilles, he makes the former say to his an- tagonist — IH^M 32 THE ILIAD. " Go, threat thine earth-born Myrmidons ; but here 'Tis mine to threaten, prince, and thine to fear." But to suppose that tlie Myrmidons were subservient to any man's threats, is to give them a very different character from what we find in Homer. Even the epithet " earth-born," which is Pope's, not Homer's, and which may easily be misunderstood, they would have prized as a high compliment, implying that they were no new race, but the aboriginal possessors of their native soil ; just as the proud Athenians wore the " golden grasshopper" in their hair, because that insect was fabled to owe its birth to the spontaneous action of the earth. The followers of Achilles were indeed "fierce as ravening wolves," as the poet has afterwards described them ; but they were the very flower of the Greek army, troops of whom any leader might be proud, and if they had a wolfish thirst for blood, they were no worse and no better in this respect than Achilles himself, or any captain in the host before Troy ; for an insatiable ferocity, when once the spirit of combative- ness is aroused, is the characteristic of all Homer's heroes, as in those of the medieval romances. The purpose of the king's embassy to Achilles is, of course, in pursuance of his threat, to demand the sur- render of the fair Eriseis. Such a message to such a man is no very safe or agreeable errand. But Aga- memnon chooses his envoys well. He sends two her- alds — Eurybates and Talthybius. The herald's office, in early Greek warfare, had an especial sanctity. Those who held it were not mere officials whose name pro- tected them, but men of noble and even of royal birth, who might have been captains of thousands themselves, if they had not chosen, as it were, the civilian's place QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 33 in warfare. Such diplomacy as there was room for in those ages was transacted by them. They were under the special protection of Zeus, as the god of oaths and treaties. There was no fear that the noble chief of the Myrmidons, even in his most furious mood, would treat such envoys rudely. But in fact his reception of them is one of the most remarkable scenes in the poem, both from its high-toned courtesy and from its strong contrast with the hero's previous bearing towards Aga- memnon. Achilles receives the heralds of the king much as a well-bred gentleman of fifty years ago would have received the " friend " who carried a hostile mes- sage from one with whom he had a deadly quarrel a few hours before. The demand which they brought from Agamemnon was pointed with the additional threat that, if he refused to give up the damsel, the king would come himself and carry her off by the strong hand, — a threat almost brutal, because quite unwar- ranted; since Achilles had declared in the council that if the Greeks, who had awarded her as his battle-prize, chose to acquiesce in the injustice of demanding her back from him, he should make no resistance. But it does not seem that the heralds delivered themselves of the additional insult which they were charged to convey. They had no need. As they stand at the entrance of his tent, "troubled and awe-stricken," loath to begin their unwelcome tale, Achilles sets them at their ease at once in a few calm and dignified words. He recognises in them "the messengers of Zeus" — and if now by accident of Agamemnon, the offence is his, not theirs. He at once bids Patroclus lead forth the damsel, and gives her into their custody, to deal with according to their orders. He repeats his oath, how- c 34 THE ILIAD. ever, though, m calmer terms ; and calls them to wit- ness before heaven that Agamemnon, in his day of need, shall look in vain for the saving arm of the man he has insulted. It is something in favour of a tender side to the hero's character, that the " fair-cheeked " Briseis, spoil of war though she was, parts from him very reluc- tantly. Achilles, for his share, fairly weeps : but not the most romantic reader of the story dares nurse the idea that it is for his Briseis. They who bring with them, to the pages of classical fiction, a taste which has been built up by modern song and romance, must be warned at once that there is no love-story in either Iliad or Odyssey. Indeed, one remarkable point of difference between the imaginative writers of antiquity and those of our own days, lies in the absence of that which is the motive and the key-note of five-sixths of our modern tales in prose and verse. Love between unmarried persons, in the sense in which we commonly use the word, seems very much the product of modern civilisation. There is indeed a passion which we name by the same English word — the mere animal passion, which Homer, to do him justice, deals with but as a matter of fact, and never paints in attractive colours. There is again a love of another kind — the love of the husband for his wife and of the wife for her husband — which the old poet also well understood, and which furnishes him with scenes of the highest pathos and beauty. But as to the sentiment which forms the common staple of modern romance and drama, Homer certainly did not know what it meant, nor Achilles or Briseis either. As for the latter, if she shed tears, it was no doubt because she had found in Achilles a j QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES, 35 kind and generous lord and master, who had made her captive lot (which might chance to come to the turn of any lady or princess in those warlike times) as toler- able as such a life could he ; and because Agamemnon — if she had heard his character from Achilles — did not promise a very favourable change in that respect. Achilles weeps — but not for Briseis. He is touched in a point where he is far more sensitive — his honour. Hehas been robbed of the guerdon of valour, bestowed on him in full conclave of the chiefs of the army. He has been robbed of it by Agamemnon — the man for whose especial sake, to avenge whose family wrongs, he has come on this long expedition from his home. This was his indignant protest in their dispute at the council — 1 ( Well dost thou know that 'twas no feud of mine With Troy's brave sons, that brought me here in arms ; They never did me wrong ; they never drove My cattle, or my horses ; never sought In Phthia's fertile life-sustaining fields To waste the crops ; for wide between us lay The shadowy mountains and the roaring sea. With thee, void of shame ! with thee we sailed, For Menelaus and for thee, ingrate, Glory and fame on Trojan crests to win." (D.) And now this is his reward ! And the whole Greek army, too, have made themselves partakers in the wrong, inasmuch as they have tamely looked on, and allowed the haughty king thus to override honour, gratitude, and justice. His indignation is intense. He wanders away, and sits alone on the sea-beach, "gazing vacantly on the illimitable ocean." Soon there comes a change upon his spirit ; and now, with a childlike petulance — these Homeric heroes, with all their fierce ways, are still so very childlike, and therefore so human 36 THE ILIAD. and so interesting — lie cries to his mother. True, that mother is, as we remember, a goddess — Thetis, daughter of the great Jupiter, and of potent influence in the waters ."beneath the earth. To her he bemoans himself. That his days were to be few, he knew when he came here to Troy ; but she had promised him undying renown. It has failed him : his " one crowded hour of glorious life " is darkened in dishonour. He cries, and his god- dess-mother hears him — '•'Beside lier aged father where she sat, In the deep ocean-caves." It is the original of our own Milton's beautiful invoca- tion in Comus — the rough simple outline on which he has painted with a grace and fulness which make it all his own — "Sabrina fair ! Listen, where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber- dropping hair ; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen, and save ! " Thetis hears, and rises on the sea — "like as it were a mist " — (the " White Lady of Avenel ") caresses him soothingly with her hand, as though the stalwart war- rior were still a child indeed, and asks him the simple question which all mothers, goddesses or not, would put into much the same words — " My son, why weep- est thou?" He tells his tale of wrong; and she pro- ceeds to give him, in the first place, advice certainly not wiser than that of some earthly mothers. She does not advise him to make up his quarrel with Agamem- QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 37 non, but to nurse his wrath, and withdraw himself wholly from the siege. She, meanwhile, will in- tercede with Jupiter, and beseech him to grant the Trojans victory for a while, that so the Greeks may learn to feel the loss of the hero whom they have insulted. There is an obstacle, however, in the way of the immediate performance of her promise — a ludicrous obstacle, to our modern taste, though the poet does not so intend it. The King of the Gods has gone out to dinner — or rather to a continuous festival of twelve days, to which he has been invited by "the blameless Ethiopians ; " * a race with whom the Immortals of Olympus have some mysterious connection, which has been held to imply an Eastern origin for the Greek reli- gion and race. With the dawn of the twelfth morning, however, Thetis presents herself in the " brazen-floored'' halls of Jupiter, and we are introduced to the Olympian court and household. A strange picture it is — such a travesty of a divine life as makes us wonder what the poet himself really conceived of the gods of his adop- tion. The life of mortal heroes in the world below is grandeur and nobleness itself compared with that of the Olympian heaven. Its pleasures indeed are much the same — those of sensual gratification ; the feast, the wine-cup, music and song, are what gods and goddesses delight in as much as those whom the poet pathetically calls " the creatures of a day." But all their passions are incomparably meaner. The wrath MVhy specially "blameless ? " has been sometimes asked. The author of the 'Mill on the Floss' suggests that it was because they lived so far off that they had no neighbours to criticise them. 38 TEE ILIAD. of Achilles is dignified — Juno's anger against Troy is mere vicious spite. The subtle craft of Ulysses is at least exercised for the benefit of his countrymen and their cause ; but the shifty counsels of Jupiter are the mere expedients of a cunning despot who, between queen and ministers and favourites, finds it difficult, in spite of his despotism, to have his own way. The quarrel between Agamemnon and Achilles is tragedy : the domestic wrangles of the Thunderer and his queen are in the very spirit of low comedy, and not even the burlesques of Life in Olympus, which some years ago were popular on our English stage, went far beyond the recognised legends of mythology. In fact, the comic element, what little there is of it in the Iliad, is supplied (with the single exception of the incident of Thersites) by the powers whom the poet recognises as divinities. The idea of rival wills and influences existing in the supernatural world led the poet neces- sarily to represent his gods as quarrelling ; and quarrels in a primitive age are perhaps hardly compatible with dignity. But the conception of gods in human shape has always a tendency to monstrosities and caricature. How close, too, the supernatural and the grotesque seem to lie together may be seen even in the existing sculptures and carvings of ancient Christendom, and still more remarkably in the old Miracle-Plays, which mix buffoonery with the most sacred subjects in a man- ner which it is hard to reconcile with any real feeling of reverence. Thetis throws herself at the feet of her father Jupi- ter, and begs of him, as a personal favour, the tempor- ary humiliation of Agamemnon and his Greeks. For a while the Thunderer is silent, and hesitates ; Thetis QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 39 perseveringly clings to his knees. At last he confides to her his dread lest a compliance with her petition should involve him in domestic difficulties. iC Sad work thou mak'st, in bidding me oppose My will to Juno's, when her bitter words Assail me, for full oft amid the gods She taunts me that I aid the Trojan cause. But thou return — that Juno' J see thee not — And leave to me the furtherance of thy suit." (D.) He pledges his promise to her, and ratifies it with the mighty nod that shakes Olympus — a solemn con- firmation which made his word irrevocable. - " Waved on th' immortal head th' ambrosial locks, And all Olympus trembled at his nod. " Critics have somewhat over -praised the grandeur of the image ; but it is said that the great sculptor Phidias referred to it as having furnished him with the idea of his noble statue of Olympian Jove. Satisfied with her success, Thetis plunges down from high Olympus into the sea, and the Thunderer proceeds to take his place in full council of the gods, as calm as if nothing had happened. But there are watchful eyes about him which he has not escaped. Juno has been a witness of the interview, and has a shrewd suspicion of its object. A connubial dialogue ensues, which, though the poet has thought fit to transfer the scene of it to Olympus, is of an exceedingly earthly, and what we should now call " realistic," type. Homer's recognised translators have not condescended to give it the homely tone of the original. Pope is grandiloquent, and Lord Derby calmly dignified ; but Homer intends to be neither. Mr Gladstone's translation comes nearest the ^■^^^■■■■^ 40 THE ILIAD. spirit of the Greek. The brief encounter "between the king and queen of the Immortals is cut short by the former in rather summary fashion. " Thou hast been promising honour to Achilles, I trow," says Juno. " Zeus that rolls the clouds of heaven. her addressing answered then ; 'iMoonstruck ! thou art ever trowing ; never I escape thy ken. After all, it boots thee nothing ; leaves thee of my heart the less : So thou hast the worser bargain. What if I the fact confess? It was done because I willed it. Hold thy peace — my word obey, Lest, if I come near, and on thee these unconquered hands I lay. All the gods that hold Olympus nought avail thee here to-day."' * He bids her, in very plain Greek, sit down and hold her tongue ; and gives her clearly to understand — with a threat of violence which is an unusual addition to his many failings as a husband — that it is his fixed intention, on this occasion, to be lord and master, not only of Olympus, but of his wife. Juno is silenced, and the whole assembly of the gods is startled by the Thunderer's violence. Vulcan, the fire-god — the lame brawny hunchback, always more or less the jester and the butt of the court of Olympus, but with more brains in his head than most of his straight-limbed compeers — Yulcan comes to the general relief. He soothes his royal mother by the argument, that it were ill indeed to break the peace of heaven for the sake of two or three wretched mortals : and he reminds her — we must suppose in an aside — that they both knew by bitter experience that when the father of gods and men did choose to put forth his might, it went hard with all who resisted. " When to thy succour once before I came, He seized me by the foot, and hurled me down From heaven's high threshold ; all the day I fell, Translations, 1863. QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 41 And with the setting sun on Lemnos' isle Lighted, scarce half-alive ; there was I found, And by the Sintian people kindly nursed." (D.) He gives the mother-goddess further comfort — in "a double cup," which he proceeds also to hand round the whole of the august circle. They quaff their nectar with unusual zest, as they break into peals of laughter (it must be confessed, rather ungratefully) at the hob- bling gait and awkward attentions of their new cup- bearer : — ' ' Thus they till sunset passed the festive hours ; Nor lacked the banquet aught to please the sense, Nor sound of tuneful lyre by Phoebus touched, Nor Muses' voice, who in alternate strains Responsive sung ; but when the sun had set Each to his home departed, where for each The crippled Vulcan, matchless architect, With wondrous skill a noble house had reared." And so, at the end of the first book of the poem, the curtain falls on the Olympian happy family. But Jupiter has but a wakeful night. He is plan- ning how he may best carry out his promise to Thetis. He sends a lying spirit in a dream to Agamemnon at midnight. The vision stands at the head of the king's couch, taking the shape of old Nestor. In this char- acter it encourages him to muster all his forces to storm the city of Troy on the morrow. Now, at last, the false phantom assures him, its walls are doomed to fall ; the strife in heaven is ended \ Juno's coun- sels have prevailed, and the fate of Troy is sealed irrevocably. Joyfully the King of Men arises from his sleep, and summons at daybreak a council of the chiefs. Already, says the poet, he storms and sacks the royal city in 42 THE ILIAD. imagination, little foreseeing the long and bloody struggle that lies yet between him and his prey. In the council he invents a stratagem of his own, which complicates the story considerably without improving it. He suspects the temper of his army ; and before he makes up his mind to lead them to the assault, he seeks to ascertain whether or no the long ten years' siege has worn out their patience and broken their spirit. He will try the dangerous experiment of pro- posing to them to break up the siege and embark at once for home. He himself will make the proposal to the whole army ; the other leaders, for their part, are to oppose such a base retreat, and urge their followers to make yet another effort for the national honour of Greece. The clans, at the summons of their several chiefs, muster in their thousands from tents and ships; and Agamemnon, seated on his throne of state, the im- mortal sceptre in his hand, harangues them in accord- ance with his preconcerted stratagem. He paints in lively colours the weariness of the nine years' siege, his own disappointed hopes, the painful yearning of their long-deserted wives and children for the return of then husbands and fathers ; and ends by proposing an im- mediate re-embarkation for home. He plays his part only too successfully. The immense host heaves and sways with excitement at his words — " like the long waves of the Icarian Sea, like the deep tall corn-crop as the summer wind sweeps over it" — and with tumul- tuous shouts of exultation they rush down to their galleys and begin at once to launch them; so little regard have the multitude for glory, so strong is their yearning for home. It is possible that the poet is no QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 43 unconscious satirist, and that he willingly allowed his hearers to draw, if they pleased, the inference which he hints in more than one passage, that war is the sport of princes, for which the masses pay the cost. But Juno's ever-watchful eyes have marked the move- ment. Again Minerva is her messenger, and shoots down from Olympus to stop this disgraceful flight. She addresses herself to the ear of the sage Ulysses, who knows her voice at once. Wisdom speaks to the wise, — if any reader prefers the moral allegory to the simple fiction. Ulysses is standing fixed in disgust and despair at the cowardice of his countrymen. The god- dess bids him use all his eloquence to check their flight. Without a word he flings off his cloak,*- and meeting Agamemnon, receives the immortal sceptre from his hand, and armed with this staff of authority rushes down to the galleys. Any king or chieftain whom he encounters he hastily reminds of the secret understand- ing which had been the result of the previous council, and urges them, at least, to set a braver example. To the plebeian crowd he uses argument of another kind. He applies the royal sceptre to them in one of its primitive uses, as a rod of correction, and bids them wait for orders from their superiors. Easily swayed to either course, the crowd are awed into quiet by his energetic remonstrances. One popular orator alone lifts his well-known voice loudly in defiance. It is a certain * It may be satisfactory to a matter-of-fact reader to know that Eurybates, his attendant, takes care of it. The old Greek bard is much more particular on such points than modern novel- ists, who make even their heroines take sudden journeys with- out (apparently) having any chance of carrying with them so much as a sac-de-nuit. w^^a^^mmmm 44 THE ILIAD. Thersites, of whom the poet gives a sketch, brief enough, but with so many marks of individuality, that we may be justified in looking at him as a character drawn from life. " The ugliest man was he who came to Troy, With squinting eyes and one distorted foot, His shoulders round, and buried in his breast His narrow head with scanty growth of hair. " His talent lies in speaking evil of dignities — a talent which, no doubt, he had found popular enough in some circles of camp society, though all the respectable Greeks, we are assured, are shocked at him. He launches out now with bitter virulence — in which there is nevertheless (as in most oratory of the kind) a certain amount of truth — against Agamemnon. He denounces his greed, his selfishness, his disregard of the sufferings of his troops, his late treatment of Achilles; they must all be cowards, he says, to obey such a leader — " Women of Greece ! I will not call ye men !" Why not sail home at once, and leave him, if he can, to take Troy with his own single hand ? The mutineer speaks in an evil hour for himself, this time ; for Ulysses hears him. That energetic chief answers him in terms as strong as his own, and warns him that if he should catch him again railing in like fashion — " taking the name of kings in his abusive mouth" — he will strip his garments from him, and flog him naked back to the ships. And, as an earnest of his promise, he lays the mighty sceptre heavily on his back and shoulders. Such prompt and vigorous chastisement meets the popular humour at once ; and as QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 45 tlie hunchback writhes and howls under the blows, the fickle feelings of the Greeks break forth in peals of laughter. " Of the many good things Ulysses has done, this last" they swear, " is the best of all." Then, prompted still by the goddess of Wisdom, Ulysses harangues the reassembled troops. He reminds them of their plighted oath of service to Agamemnon, of the encouraging oracles of heaven, of the disgrace of returning home from an unaccomplished errand. With the art of a true orator, he sympathises with their late feelings — it is bitter for them all, indeed, to waste so many years on a foreign shore, far from home, and wife, and children ; but bitterest of all would it be "■ Long to remain, and bootless to return." The venerable Nestor speaks to the same effect; and Agamemnon himself closes the debate with a call to immediate battle. It is a right royal speech, far more worthy of a true " king of men" than his former philip- pics — moderate in his allusion to Achilles, spirited in his appeal to his warriors. " Come but new friendship, and our feud destroy, Then from the evil that is fixed and sealed Not one day's respite shall be left to Troy — But now to dinner, ere we take the field ; Let each his spear whet, and prepare his shield, Feed well the horses, and each chariot test, That we may fight it out till one side yield, Fight in sound harness, and not think of rest, Till the black night decide it as to Zeus seems best. " Then shall the horses in their foam be wet, While forward in the glittering car they strain ; Then shall the straps of the broad buckler sweat Round many a breast there battling in the plain ; Then shall the arm droop, hurling spears with pain : MH^M^^MM 46 THE ILIAD. And whomsoever I behold at lair Here by the ships, and for the fight not fain, Small for that skulker is the hope, I swear, But that the dogs he fatten and the fowls of air." (W. ) He remembers, too, like a wise general, that a battle may "be lost by fighting on an empty stomach. So the oxen and the fatlings are slain, the choice pieces of the thighs and the fat are offered in sacrifice to the gods, and then the whole army feasts their fill. Aga- memnon holds a select banquet of six of the chief leaders — King Idomeneus of Crete, Nestor, Ajax the Greater and the Less, and Ulysses, "wise in council as Zeus." One guest comes uninvited — his brother Mene- laus. He is no dinner-loving intruder; he comes, as the poet simply tells us, " because he knew in his heart how many were his brother's cares and anxieties," — he might be of some use or support to him. Throughout the whole of the poem, the mutual affection borne by these two brothers is very remarkable, and unlike any type of the same relationship which exists in fiction. It is never put forward or specially dwelt upon, but comes out simply and naturally in every particular of their intercourse. A king and priest, like Abraham at Bethel, Aga- memnon stands by his burnt-offering, and lifts his prayer for victory to Jupiter, " most glorious and most great, who dwells in the clouds and thick darkness." But no favourable omen comes from heaven. The god, whether or no he accepts the offering, gives no sign. Nevertheless — we may suppose with a certain wilful- ness which is part of his character — Agamemnon pro- ceeds to set the battle in array; and the second book of the Iliad closes with the long muster-roll of the Greek QUARREL OF AGAMEMNON AND ACHILLES. 47 clans under their respective kings or chiefs on the one side, and of the Trojans and their allies on the other, which in our introduction has already been partly an- ticipated.* The long list of chiefs, with their genea- logies and birthplaces, and the strength of their seve- ral contingents, was evidently composed with a view to recitation : and whatever may be its value as an au- thentic record, we can understand the interest with which a Greek audience would listen to a muster-roll which was to them what the Eoll of Battle Abbey was to the descendants of the Normans in England. If here and there, upon occasion, the wandering minstrel inserted in the text the name and lineage of some provincial hero on his own responsibility, the popular applause would assuredly be none the less. * Page 17. CHAPTER II. THE DUEL OF PARIS AXD MEXELAUS. The battle is set in array, " army against army." But there is a difference in the bearing of the opposed forces "which is very significant, and is probably a note of real character, not a mere stroke of the poet's art. The Tro- jan host, after the fashion of Asiatic warfare, modern as well as ancient, move forward to the combat with loud shouts and clashing of weapons. The poet compares their confused clamour to the noise of a flock of cranes on their annual migration. The Greeks, on the other hand, march in silence, with closed ranks, uttering no sound, but " breathing determination." So, when afterwards they actually close for action, not a sound is heard in their ranks but the voice of the leaders giving the word of command. " You would not think," says the poet, " that all that mighty host had tongues ; " while, in the mixed battalions of the enemy, whose allies are men of many lands and languages, there arises a noisy discordant clamour — " like as of bleating ewes that hear the cries of their lambs." But while the hostile forces yet await the signal for the battle, Paris springs forth alone from the Trojan ranks. "Godlike" he is in his beauty, and with the TEE DUEL OF PARIS AND MENELA US. 49 love of personal adornment which befits his character, he wears a spotted leopard's hide upon his shoulders. Tennyson's portrait of him, though in a different scene, is thoroughly Homeric — "White-breasted like a star, Fronting the dawn he moved ; a leopard's skin Drooped from his shoulder, but his sunny hair Clustered about his temples like a god's. " Advancing with long strides in the space between the armies, he challenges the leaders of the Greeks, one and all, to meet him singly in mortal combat. Mene- laus hears the boast. " Like a hungry lion springing on his prey," he leaps full-armed from his chariot, exulting in the thought that now at last his personal vengeance shall be gratified. But conscience makes a coward of Paris. He starts back — " as a man that sees a serpent in his path " — the godlike visage grows pale, the knees tremble, and the Trojan champion draws back under the shelter of his friends from the gallant hero whom he has so bitterly wronged. The Eonian historian Livy — a poet in prose — had surely this pass- age in his mind when he described Sextus Tarquinius, the dishonourer of Lucretia, quailing, as no Eoman of his blood and rank would otherwise have quailed, when young Valerius dashes out from the Eoman lines to engage him. The moral teaching of the heathen poet on such points is far higher than that of the medieval romancers with whom he has so many points in common. Sir Tristram of Lyonnois has no such scruples of con- science in meeting King Mark. Lancelot, indeed, will not fight with Arthur; but the very nobility of character with which the unknown author of that striking im- personation has endowed him is in itself the highest D 50 THE ILIAD. of all wrongs against morality, in that it steals the reader's sympathies for the wrong-doer instead of for the injured husband. Shakespeare, as is his wont, strikes the higher key. It is the consciousness of guilt which makes Macbeth half quail before Mac- duff— ' ' Of all men else have I avoided thee : But get thee back — my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. ... I will not fight with thee." Paris withdraws into the Trojan ranks, and there en- counters Hector. As has been already said, the poet assumes at the outset, on the part of his audience, at least such knowledge of his dramatis joerso?ice as to make a formal introduction unnecessary. Hector is the noblest of all the sons of Priam, the shield and bulwark of his countrymen throughout the long years of the war. Achilles is the hero of the Iliad, and to him Homer assigns the palm of strength and valour ; but, as is not seldom the case in fiction, the author has painted the rival hero so well that our sympathies are at least as frequently found on his side. We almost share Juno's feelings against the Trojans when they are represented by Paris ; but when Hector comes into the field, our hearts half go over to the enemy. His character will be touched upon more fully hereafter : for the present, it must discover itself in the course of the story. He throws himself in the way of Paris in his cowardly retreat ; and in spite of the fraternal feel- ing which is so remarkably strong amongst Homer's heroes, — in Hector and his brothers almost as much as in Agamemnon and Menelaus, — shame and disgust at his present poltroonery now mingle themselves with a THE DUEL OF PARIS AND MENELAUS. 51 righteous hatred of trie selfish, lust which has plunged his country into a bloody war — u Was it for this, or with, such heart as now, O'er the wide billows with a chosen band Thou sailedst, and with violated vow Didst bring thy fair wife from the Apian strand, Torn from the house of men of warlike hand, And a great sorrow for thy father's head, Troy town, and all the people of the land, By thine inhospitable offence hast bred, Thus for the enemy's sport, thine own confusion dread ? " Lo, now thou cowerest, and wilt not abide Fierce Menelaus — thou hadst known, I ween, Soon of what man thou hast the blooming bride ! Poor had the profit of thy harp then been, Vain Aphrodite's gifts, thy hair, thy mien, He mangling in the dust thy fallen brow. But there is no wrong to the Trojans keen, And they are lambs in spirit ; or else hadst thou 'Worn, for thine evil works, a cloke of stone ere now." W. Paris has the grace to admit the justice of his brother's rebuke. Hector, he confesses, is far the better soldier ; only he pleads, with a self-complacency which he never loses, that grace of person, and a smooth tongue, and a taste for music, are nothing less than the gifts of the gods — that, in fact, it is not his fault that he is so irresistible. He ends, however, with an offer which is far more to Hector's mind. Let open lists be pitched in sight of both armies, and he will engage Menelaus in single combat ; Helen and her wealth shall be the prize of victory. It is a proposal at which Hector's heart rejoices. He checks at once the advancing line of the Trojans, and steps out himself to the front. The Greeks bend their bows at him, but Agamemnon understands his motions, and bids them hold their hands. It is a fair ^MHHHi 52 THE ILIAD. challenge which, the Trojan prince comes to make on behalf of Paris. Menelaus accepts it, in a few plain and gallant words — he is no orator : — " Hear now my answer ; in this quarrel I May claim the chiefest share ; and now I hope Trojans and Greeks may see the final close Of all the labours ye so long have borne, T' avenge my wrong at Paris' hand sustained. And of us two whiche'er is doomed to death, So let him die ! the rest depart in peace." (D.) A truce is agreed upon, to abide the result of this appeal of battle. A messenger from Olympus — Iris, goddess of the Eainbow — comes to warn Helen of the impending duel. And this introduces one of the most beautiful passages in the whole Iliad, to modern taste. Its sentiment and pathos are perfectly level and quiet ; but as a natural and life-like yet highly-wrought portrait of a scene in what we may call the social drama, it stands almost without equal or parallel in classical literature. * Helen — the fatal cause of the war, the object of such violent passions and such bitter taunts — is sitting pensively in the palace, of her royal father-in-law, writing her own miserable story. She is writing it — not in a three-volumed novel, as a lady who had a private history, more or less creditable, would write it now, but — in a golden tapestry, in which more laborious form it was in those days not unfrequent to write sen- sational biographies. Iris urges her to be present at the show. The whole reads like the tale of some medieval tournament, except that Helen herself is the prize of victory as well as the Queen of Beauty. At- tended by her maidens, she goes down to the place where the aged Priam, like the kings of the Old Testa- THE DUEL OF PARIS AND ME NE LA US. 53 merit history, "sits in trie gate" surrounded "by the elders of his city. It is the " Scaean," or " left-hand " gate, which opens towards the camp of the enemy, and commands a view of their lines. We have had no word as yet of the marvellous beauty of Helen. There is no attempt to describe it throughout the whole of the poem. But here, in a few masterly touches, intro- duced in the simplest and most natural manner, Homer does more than describe it, when he tells us its effects. The old men break off their talk as the beautiful stran- ger draws near. They had seen her often enough before ; the fatal face and form must have been well known in the streets and palaces of Troy, however retired a life Helen might well have thought it becom- ing in her unhappy position to lead. But the fair vision comes upon their eyes with a new and ever- increasing enchantment. They say each to the other as they look upon her, "It is no blame to Greeks or Trojans to fight for such a woman — she is worth all the ten years of war ; still, let her embark and go home, lest we and our children suffer more for her." Even the earliest critics, when the finer shades of criticism were little understood, were forcibly struck with the art of the poet in selecting his witnesses for the defence. The Boman Quintilian had said nearly all that modern taste has since confirmed. He bids the reader mark who gives this testimony to Helen's charms. Not the infatuated Paris, who has set his own honour and his country's welfare at nought for the sake of an unlawful passion; not some young Trojan, who might naturally be ready to vow " the world well lost " for such a woman; nor yet any of the vulgar crowd, easily impressed, and always extravagant in its praise or blame ; but these ■■ 54 THE ILIAD. grave and reverend seniors, men of cold passions and calm judgment, fathers whose sons were fighting and falling for this woman's sake, and even Priam himself, whose very crown and kingdom she had brought in deadly peril. He receives her, as she draws near, with gentle courtesy. Plainly, in his estimation, her un- happy position does not involve necessarily shame or disgrace. This opens one of the difficult questions ot the moral doctrine of the Iliad, which can only be understood by bearing in mind the supernatural ma- chinery of the poem. To the modern reader, the character of Helen, and the light in which she is regarded alike by Greeks and Trojans, present an anomaly in morals which is highly unsatisfactory. It is not as if Homer, like the worst writers of the Italian school, set marriage vows at nought, and made a jest of unchastity. Par otherwise ; the heathen bard on such points took an infinitely higher tone than many so-called Christian poets. The difficulty lies in the fact that throughout the poem, while the crime is reprobated, the criminal meets with forbearance, and even sympathy. Our first natural impulse with regard to Helen is to look upon her much in the light in which she herself, in one of her bitter confessions, says she is looked upon by the mass of the Trojans : — " Throughout wide Troy I see no friendly eye, And Trojans shudder as I pass them by." But this feeling, we must remember, arose much more from her being the cause of all the miseries of the siege, than from her having left her Greek husband. Priam and Hector — who have certainly not a lower morality, and a higher nobility and unselfishness, than TEE DUEL OF PARIS AND MEXELACS. 55 tlie mass of their countrymen — show no such feeling against her ; on the contrary, they treat her with scrupulous delicacy and consideration. So also the leaders of the Greek forces betray no consciousness that they are fighting, after all, for a worthless woman; rather, she is a prize to he reclaimed, and Menelaus himself is ready from the first to receive her back again. How is this ? Some have understood the poet to represent her abduction from her home to have been forcible — that she was carried off by Paris entirely against her will • but even allowing this (which is not consistent with many passages in the poem), it would not excuse or palliate her voluntary acceptance of such a degraded position throughout the subsequent story. The real explanation is given in a few words by Priam in the scene before us. " Not thee I blame, But to the gods I owe this woful war. " In Homer's sight, as in Priam's, she is the victim of Yenus. She is "the victim of passion," only in a more literal and personal sense than we use the ex- pression. Love, lawful or unlawful, was a divine — that is, a supernatural — force, to the mind of the poet. The spells of Venus are irresistible : that fatal gift of beauty is the right by which the goddess takes pos- session of her, and leads her captive at her evil will. Helen herself feels her own degradation far more deeply, in fact, than any one else seems to feel it ; no one uses any expressions about her half so bitter as those which she applies to herself; " shameless," "bringer of sor- row," " whose name shall be a by-word and a reproach," are the terms she uses — 56 TEE ILIAD. " Oh that the day my mother gave me birth, Some storm had on the mountains cast me forth ! " We must judge Homer's characters with reference to the light of his religious creed — if creed it were — or at least with reference to the supernatural element em- ployed in the Iliad. We shall be safe, then, in seeing Helen through Homer's eyes. We separate her uncon- sciously, as he does, from her fault. Look upon that as the poet does, as she does herself, as Priam and Hector and Menelaus do, as her fate, her misfortune, the weird that she has been doomed to dree, — and then, what a graceful womanly character remains ! Gentle and daughterlike to the aged Priam, humble and tearful in the presence of her noble and generous brother-in-law Hector, as disdainful as she dares to be to her ignoble lord and lover, ^tender, respectful, regretful, towards the gallant husband she has deserted. So she comes in all her grace and beauty, and takes her seat by the old King's side upon the watch-tower, looking out upon the camp of the Greeks. He bids her tell him the names of such of the kings and chiefs as she can recognise. One there is who seems indeed a " king of men," by the grace of nature. There are taller warriors in the host ; but none of such majestic mien and right royal bearing. It is, indeed, Agamem- non the son of Atreus, as Helen informs him, — " Wide-reigning, mighty monarch, ruler good, And valiant warrior ; in my husband's name, Lost as I am, I called him brother once." Another chief attracts Priam's attention, as he strides along in front of the lines. Less in stature than Agamemnon, he is broader in the chest and shoulders. Helen knows him well. It is Ulysses, son of Laertes, THE DUEL OF PARIS AND MENELA US. 57 " the man of many wiles \ " nursed among the rugged cliffs of his island kingdom of Ithaca, but already a traveller well versed in the ways of men, the strata- gems of war, and the counsels of princes. He is recog- nised, too, now that Helen names him, by some of the Trojan elders ; for he, it must be remembered (and Homer assumes that we know it), had accompanied Menelaus in the embassy to demand Helen's restitu- tion. Old Antenor, now sitting by Priam's side, well remembers the remarkable stranger, whom he had lodged and entertained as a public guest. The picture he draws of him is one of the most graphic and indi- vidual of all Homer's characters. " For hither when on thine account to treat, Brave Menelaus and Ulysses came, I lodged them in my house, and loved them "both, And studied well the form and mind of each. As they with Trojans mixed in social guise, When both were standing, o'er his comrade high With broad-set shoulders Menelaus stood : Seated, Ulysses was the nobler form : Then, in the great assembly, when to all Their public speech and argument they framed, In fluent language Menelaus spoke, In words though few, yet clear ; though young in years, No wordy babbler, wasteful of his speech : But when the skilled Ulysses rose to speak, With downcast visage would he stand, his eyes Bent on the ground ; the staff he bore, nor back He waved, nor forward, but like one untaught, He held it motionless ; who only saw, Would say that he was mad, or void of sense : But when his chest its deep-toned voice sent forth, With words that fell like flakes of wintry snow, No mortal with Ulysses could compare ; Then, little recked we of his outward show." (D.) A third hero catches the eye of the Trojan king, as 58 TEE ILIAD. well lie may — a leader like Saul, " taller by the head and shoulders than the rest of the people" — and he asks Helen to name him also. This is Ajax of Crete, son of Telamon, a giant chieftain, "the bulwark of the Greeks," represented here in the Iliad as easy-tempered and somewhat heavy, as it is the wont of giants to be, de- graded by medieval and modern poets into a mere bulk without brains. " Mars' idiot," Shakespeare calls him, " who has not so much wit as would stop the eye of Helen's needle." Shirley, in his ' Ajax and Ulysses,' carries out the same popular notion : — '' And now I look on Ajax Telamon, I may compare him to some spacious building ; His body holds vast rooms of entertainment, And lower parts maintain the offices ; Only the garret, his exalted head, Useless for wise receipt, is filled with lumber." By the side of Ajax Helen also marks King Ido- meneus of Crete, a frequent guest in the palace of Menelaus in happier times ; for the court of Sparta, as will be seen hereafter in the Odyssey, was in these heroic days a centre of civilisation and refinement. Two chiefs Helen's anxious eyes vainly try to discern amongst the crowd of her countrymen, — " My own two brethren, and my mother's sons, Castor and Pollux ; Castor, horseman bold, Pollux, unmatched in pugilistic skill ; In Lacedaamon have they stayed behind ? Or can it be, in ocean-going ships That they have come indeed, but shame to join The fight of warriors, fearful of the shame And deep disgrace that on my name attend ? " (D.) Helen's self-reproachful surmises have not reached the truth. The " Great Twin Brethren," who had once THE DUEL OF PARIS AND MEN EL A US. 59 already (so the ancient legend said) rescued their beautiful sister in her girlhood from the hands of Theseus, who had been amongst the mighty hunters of the Calydonian boar, and had formed part of the ad- venturous crew of the Argo, had finished their mortal warfare years before in a raid in M essenia ; but to re- appear as demigods in Greek and Eoman legend, — the spirit horsemen who rallied the Eoman line in the great fight with the Latins at the Lake Regillus, the " shining stars " who lighted the sailors on the stormy Adriatic, and gave their names to the ship in which St Paul was cast away. " Back comes the chief in triumph. Who, in the hour of fight, Hath seen the Great Twin Brethren In harness on his right. Safe conies the ship to harbour, Through "billows and through gales, If once the Great Twin Brethren Sit shining on the sails." * This picturesque dialogue between Priam and his fascinating guest is interrupted far too soon for the reader's complete enjoyment — somewhat too abruptly, indeed, for its perfection. One would like to have heard Helen's estimate of the other leaders of the Greeks; of Diomed, of the lesser Ajax, of Nestor, of Mnestheus the Athenian ; and it is hardly possible not to fancy that the scene has been left by the poet in- complete, or that some portion has been lost past recovery. The tragedian ^Eschylus, who was full of the true Homeric spirit, carried out the idea to what seems its natural completion in a remarkable scene of • The Seven Chiefs against Thebes/ to which we may * Macaulay's Lays of Ancient Rome. 60 THE ILIAD. hope to introduce our readers more fully hereafter. Euripides, in his ' Phcenissa?/ adopts the very same machinery; and Tasso has also imitated the scene in his ' Jerusalem Delivered/ * where he brings Erminia on the walls, pointing out to King Aladine the persons of the most renowned of the besieging knights. The interruption is as little satisfactory to Priam as to the reader. A herald summons the king of Troy to a conference in the mid-space between the city walls and the enemy's leaguer, in order to ratify the armistice, while Paris and Menelaus decide their quarrel in single combat. The old man mounts his chariot, " shudder- ing," as foreboding the defeat and death of his son. Agamemnon and Ulysses on the one side, Priam and Antenor on the other, duly slay the sacrificial lambs, and make joint appeal to Jupiter, the Avenger of oaths, pouring the red wine upon the earth with solemn imprecation, that so may now forth the heart's blood of him who on either part shall break the truce. And the god listens as before, but does not accept the appeal. Priam withdraws, for he cannot bear to be a spectator of his son's peril. Hector and Ulysses, precisely in the fashion of the marshals in the tournaments of chivalry, measure out the lists ; the rest of the Greeks lie down on the ground beside their horses and chariots, while the lots are cast which shall first throw the spear. The chance falls to Paris. He throws, and strikes full and fair in the centre of Menelaus' round shield. But the seasoned bull's hide turns the point, and it does not penetrate. 2s~ext comes the turn of Menelaus. Paris has ventured no appeal to heaven ; but the Greek king lifts his voice in prayer to Jupiter for vengeance on * Book iii. st. 12. THE DUEL OF PARIS AND MENELAUS. 61 the traitor who has so abused his hospitality, before he poises his long lance carefully and hurls it at his enemy. Eight through shield, breastplate, and linen vest goes the good Greek weapon ; but Paris leans back to avoid it, and it only grazes him. Menelaus rushes forward, sword in hand, and smites a downright blow on Paris' crest. But the Trojan helmet proves of better quality than the shield, and the Greek blade flies in shivers. Maddened by his double failure, he rushes on his enemy, and seizing him by the horse-hair crest, drags him off by main strength towards the ranks of the Greeks. But in this extremity the goddess of love comes to the rescue of her favourite. At her touch the tough bullhide strap of Paris' head-piece, which was all but choking him, breaks, and leaves the empty helmet in the hands of Menelaus. He hurls it amongst his comrades in disappointment and disgust, and rushes once more in pursuit of Paris. But Yenus has wrapt him in a mist, and carried him off; and while the son of Atreus rushes like a baffled lion up and down the lists in quest of him, while even the Trojans are aiding in the search, and no man among them would have hid- den him — for "they all hated him like black death" — he is safely laid by the goddess in Helen's chamber. The scene in which she receives him is, like all the rest of her story, a beautiful contradiction. Her first greeting is bitter enough. Either her heart has been indeed with Menelaus in the fight — or at least she would have had her present husband come back from the field, dead or alive, in some more honourable fashion — " Back from the battle ? Would thou there hadst died Beneath a warrior's arm whom once I called 62 THE ILIAD. My husband ! Vainly didst thou boast erewhile Thine arm, thy dauntless courage, and thy spear, The warlike Menelaus should subdue ! Go now again, and challenge to the fight The warlike Menelaus. — Be thou ware ! I warn thee, pause, ere madly thou presume With fair-haired Menelaus to contend !" (D.) Brave words ! but still, as of old, the fatal spells of Venus are upon her, and Paris' misadventure in the lists is all too soon condoned. CHAPTER III. THE BROKEN TRUCE. The Greeks claim trie victory — reasonably, since the Trojan champion has fled the lists; but again the intrigues of the court of Olympus interfere to inter- rupt the course of mortal justice. The gods of Homer are not the gods of Epicurus' creed, who, as our English poet sings, "lie beside theirnectar, careless of mankind." They are anything but careless, so far as the affairs of mortals are concerned; but their interference is regu- lated by the most selfish motives. Men are the pup- pets whom they make to dance for their gratification — the counters with which they play their Olympian game, and try to defeat and checkmate each other. Even the respect which they pay to the mortal who is regular in the matter of offering sacrifices is entirely selfish — it seems to be merely the sensual appetite for fat roasts and rich savours. They are commonly in- fluenced by jealousy, pique, revenge, or favouritism ; and where they do punish the wrongdoer, it is far more often from a sense of lese-majeste a slight offered to some cause which is under their special pro- tection — than from any moral indignation at wrong itself. When the scene opens in the fourth book of 64 THE ILIAD. the poem, it seems to pass at once from serious melo- drama to broad comedy ; and but that these dwellers in Olympus really rule the fortunes of the tale, it would be scarcely possible not to believe that the poet so intended it. We are introduced again, then, to Olympus ; and, as before, to a quarrel among the Immortals. It is Jove this time who is the aggressor. He has seen the result of the combat, and taunts Juno with the double pat- ronage extended to the Greeks by herself and Minerva — which, after all, has failed — while A 7 enus, more active and energetic, has rescued her favourite. However, he awards the victory to Menelaus ; and suggests, as a solution to all disputes and difficulties, that now Helen should be given up, the Greeks go home, and so the fate of Troy be averted. At the thought of her enemy thus escaping, the queen of the gods cannot contain her rage. Jupiter gives way. He loves Troy much, but domestic peace and quietness more. He warns his queen, however, that if he now consents to give up Troy to her insatiable revenge, she shall not stand in his way hereafter, in case some community of mortals who may be her especial favourites shall incur his royal displeasure. And Juno, with that utter indif- ference to human suffering, or human justice, which characterises the deities of Olympus, makes answer in these words : — ■ " Three cities there are dearest to my heart ; Argos, and Sparta, and the ample streets Of rich Mycenae ; work on them thy wiU — Destroy them, if thine anger they incur — I will not interpose nor hinder thee. " In furtherance of this strange compact, Minerva is THE BROKEN- TRUCE. 65 once more sent down to the plains of Troy. Her mission now is to incite the Trojans to break the truce by some overt act, and thus not only renew the war, but put themselves plainly in the wrong. Clothing herself in the human shape of the son of old Antenor, she mingles in the Trojan ranks, and addresses herself to the cunning bowman Pandarus. His character in the Iliad has nothing in common with the " Sir Pan- darus of Troy," whose name, as the base uncle of Cres- sida, has passed into an unwholesome by-word, and whom Lydgate, Chaucer, and, lastly, Shakespeare, bor- rowed from the medieval romancers. Here he is but an archer of known skill, somewhat given to display, with his bow of polished ibex-horns tipped with gold, and vain of his reputation, whom the goddess easily tempts to end the long war at once by a timely shot, and win immortal renown by taking off Menelaus. With a brief prayer and a vow of a hecatomb to Apollo, the god of the bow — who is supposed to be as ready as the rest of the immortals to abet an act of treachery on such conditions — Pandarus ensconces himself behind the shields of his comrades, and choosing out his arrow with the same care which we read of in the great ex- ploits of more modern bowmen, he discharges it point- blank at the unsuspecting Menelaus. The shaft flies true enough, but Minerva is at hand to avert the actual peril from the Greek hero : she turns the arrow aside — " As when a mother from her infant's cheek, Wrapt in sweet slumbers, brushes off a fly." It is a pretty simile ; but the result is not so entirely harmless. The arrow strikes in the belt, and so meets E wmmmamm 66 THE ILIAD. the double resistance of belt and corslet. It draws blood, nevertheless, in a stream ; and both Menelaus and Agamemnon at first fear that the wound is mortal ; — " Great Agamemnon shuddered as he saw The crimson blood-drops issuing from the wound, Shuddered the warlike Menelaus' self ; But when the sinew and the arrow-head He saw projecting, back his spirit came. Then, deeply groaning, Agamemnon spoke, As Menelaus by the hand he held, And with him groaned his comrades ; l Brother dear, Fatal to thee hath been the oath I swore, When thou stoodst forth alone for Greece to fight ; Wounded by Trojans, who their plighted troth Have trodden under foot.' " (D.) Two points are remarkable in this passage : first, the tenderness which Agamemnon shows towards his younger brother, even to the point of self-reproach at having allowed him to fight Paris at all, though in a quarrel which was so thoroughly his own. His ex- pressions of grief and remorse at the thought of going home to Greece without him (which run to consider- able length), though somewhat tinged with selfishness, inasmuch as he feels his own honour at stake, are much more like the feeling of a parent than of an elder brother. Again, the picture of Menelaus " shuddering " at his own wound —so sensitive to the dread of death that he apparently all but faints, until he is reassured by finding that the barb of the arrow has not really pene- trated — is utterly inconsistent with our English no- tions of a hero. We have to bear in mind, here and elsewhere, that these Greek heroes, of whatever race we are to suppose them to be, are of an entirely differ- THE BROKEN TRUCE. 67 ent temperament to us cold and self-restrained northerns. They are highly sensitive to bodily pain, very much given to groans and tears, and very much afraid of death for themselves, however indifferent to human life in the case of others. Death, to these sensuous Greeks, was an object of dread and aversion, chiefly because it implied to their minds something like annihilation. However vivid in some passages of their poets is the description of those happy Elysian fields where the souls of heroes dwelt, the popular belief gave to the dis- embodied spirit but a shadowy and colourless existence. The wound is soon stanched by the aid of the skilful leech Machaon, son of iEsculapius (and there- fore grandson of Apollo " the Healer"), but who is a warrior and chieftain as well as the rest, though he has placed his skill at the service of Agamem- non. The King of Men himself, as soon as his brother's hurt is tended, rushes along the lines, rousing chiefs and clansmen to avenge the treachery of the enemy. Idomeneus of Crete, Ajax the Greater and the Less, Mnestheus of Athens, Ulysses, Diomed — to all in turn he makes his passionate appeal; to some, in lan- guage which they are inclined to resent, as implying that they were disinclined for the combat. Diomed and Sthenelus he even reminds of the brave deeds of their fathers Tydeus and Capaneus in the great siege of Thebes, and stings them with the taunt, that the sons will never win the like renown. Diomed hears in silence ; but the son of Capaneus inherits, with all the bravery, something of the insolence of the chief who swore that " with or without the gods " he would burn Thebes : he answers the great king in words which have yet a certain nobility in their self-assertion — ■■■■■ 68 TEE ILIAD. " Atrides, lie not, when thou know'st the truth ; We hold ourselves far better than our sires ; We took the strength of seven-gated Thebes, Though with a smaller host we stormed her towers, Strong in heaven's omens and the help of Jove ; For them — their own presumption was their fall." All the leaders of the Greeks eagerly marshal their forces at the King's call. Nestor's experienced counsel orders the line of battle — so well, that subsequent com- manders were fain to take a lesson from it. " In the front rank, with chariot and with horse, He placed the mounted warriors ; in the rear, Num'rous and brave, a cloud of infantry, Compactly massed, to stem the tide of war. Between the two he placed tk' inferior troops, That e'en against their will they needs must fight. The horsemen first he charged, and bade- them keep Their horses well in hand, nor wildly rush Amid the tumult : ' See,' he said, ' that none, In skill or valour over-confident, Advance before his comrades, nor alone Eetire ; for so your lines were easier forced ; But ranging each beside a hostile car, Thrust with your spears ; for such the better way ; By men so disciplined, in elder days, Were lofty walls and fenced towers destroyed.' " (D.) CHAPTER IV. THE FIRST DAY S BATTLE. As before, while tlie Greek line advances in perfect silence, the Trojans make their onset with loud shouts and a clamour of discordant war-cries in many tongues. Mars animates the Trojans, Minerva the Greeks; while Fear and Panic hover over the two armies, and Strife — whom the poet describes in words which are the very echo of Solomon's proverb — " The beginning of strife is as when one letteth out water " — " With humble crest at first, anon her head, While yet she treads the earth, affronts the skies." The two armies close in battle, only embittered by the broken truce. The description is a good specimen of the poet's powers, and Lord Derby's translation is sufficiently close : — " Then rose the mingled shouts and groans of men Slaying and slain ; the earth ran red with blood. As when descending from the mountain's brow Two wintry torrents from their copious source Pour downwards to the narrow pass, where meet Their mingled waters in some deep ravine, Their weight of flood, on the far mountain's side The shepherd hears the roar ; so loud arose The shouts and yells of those commingling hosts." * * There is a parallel, probably quite unconscious and there- 70 TH.E ILIAD. Then begins one of those remarkable descriptions of a series of single combats between warriors of note on either side, in which Homer delights and excels. It must be confessed that they are somewhat wearisome to a modern reader ; although, as has been well observed, the details of attack and defence, wounds and death, are varied in a fashion which shows that the artist was thoroughly master of his work; and it is even said that in the physical results assigned to each particular wound he has shown no mean knowledge of anatomy. Still, the continuous catalogue of ghastly wounds and dying agonies is uncongenial with our more refined sym- pathies. But it was quite in harmony with the tastes of ruder days. We find the same apparent repetition of single combats in the medieval romances — notably in Mallory's King Arthur ; and they were probably not the least popular portions of the tale. Even a stronger parallel case might be found in the description of a prize-fight in the columns of sporting newspapers, not so many years ago, when each particular blow and its results, up to " Round 102," were graphically described in language quite as figurative, if not so poetic, as Homer's ; and found, we must suppose, a sufficient circle of readers to whom it was not only intelligible but highly interesting. The poet who recites — as we must suppose Homer to have done — must above every- fore a higher testimony to the truth of Homer's simile, in King- lake's vivid description of the charge of Scarlett's brigade on the Russian cavalry at Balaclava : " As heard on the edge of the Chersonese, a mile and a half towards the west, the collected roar which arose from this thicket of intermixed combatants had the unity of sound which belongs to the moan of a distant sea." — Kinglake's Crimea, iv. 174. THE FIRST DAY'S BATTLE, 71 thing else excite and interest his audience : his lay must he rich in incident ; and to an audience who were all more or less warlike, no incidents could he so ex- citing as the details of hattle. There is much savage- . ness in Homer's comhats ; hut savageness is to the taste of men whose only means of excitement is through their grosser senses, and a love of the horrihle in fact or fiction is hy no means extinct even in our own day. Young Antilochus, the son of Nestor's old age, draws the first "blood in the hattle. He kills Echepolus. " Beneath his horsehair plumed helmet's peak The sharp spear struck ; deep in his forehead fixed, It pierced the bone : then darkness veiled his eyes, And, like a tower, amid the press he fell." Over his dead "body the comhat grows furious — the Greeks endeavouring to drag him off to strip his ar- mour, the Trojans to prevent it. The armour of a vanquished enemy was, in these comhats, something like what an enemy's scalp is to the Indian " brave;" to carry it off in triumph, and hang it up in their own tents as a trophy, was the great amhition of the slayer and his friends. Ajax, too, slays his man — spearing him right through from "breast to shoulder : and the tall Trojan falls like a poplar — "Which with his biting axe the wheelwright fells. " Ulysses, roused hy the death of a friend who is killed in trying to carry off this last hody, rushes to the front, and poising his spear, looks round to choose his victim. The foremost of his enemies recoil ; but he drives his weapon right through the temples of Demophoon, a natural son of Priam, as he sits high in his chariot. The Trojans waver ; even Hector gives ground ; the Greeks cheer, and some carry off the bodies, while the 72 THE ILIAD. rest press forward. It is going hard with. Troy, when Apollo, who sits watching the battle from the citadel, calls londly to their troops to remember that "there is no Achilles in the field to-day." So the fight is renewed, Minerva cheering on the Greeks, as Apollo does the Trojans. Diomed, the gallant son of Tydeus, now becomes the hero of the day. His exploits occupy, indeed, so large a portion of the next book of the poem, that it was known as "The Deeds of Diomed," and would form, according to one theory, a separate romance or lay of itself, exactly as some portions of the Arthurian romance have for their exclusive hero some one renowned Knight of the Bound Table, as Tristram or Lancelot. Diomed fights under supernatural colours. Minerva herself not only inspires him with indomitable courage, but sheds over his whole person a halo of celestial radi- ance before which the bravest Trojan might well recoil — " Forth from his helm and shield a fiery light There flashed, like autumn's star, that brightest shines "When newly risen from his ocean bath." Once more the prince of archers, Pandarus the Lycian, comes to the rescue of the discomfited Trojans. He bends his bow against Diomed, who is now fighting on foot, and the arrow flies true to its mark. He sees it strike deep into the shoulder, and the red blood streams out visibly over the breastplate. Elated by his success, he turns round and shouts his triumphant rallying-cry to the Trojans — "The bravest of the Greeks is wounded to the death ! " But his exultation is premature. Diomed gets him back to his chariot, and calls on his faithful friend and charioteer Sthenelus to draw the arrow from the wound. The blood wells out fast, as THE FIRST DAY'S BATTLE. 73 the "barb is withdrawn ; but the hero puts up a brief prayer to his guardian goddess for strength yet to avenge him of his adversary, whose exulting boast he has just heard. Minerva hears. By some rapid celes- tial pharmacy she heals the wound at once, and gives him fresh strength and vigour, adding these words of encouragement and warning : — " Go fearless onward, Diomed, to meet The Trojan hosts ; for I within thy breast Thy father's dauntless courage have infused, Such as of old in Tydeus' bosom dwelt, Bold horseman, buckler- clad ; and from thine eyes The film that dimmed them I have purged away/' That thou mayest well 'twixt gods and men discern. If then some god make trial of thy force, With other of the Immortals fight thou not ; But should Jove's daughter Venus dare the fray, Thou need'st not shun at her to cast thy spear." (D.) With redoubled vigour and fury the hero returns to the battle ; and again the Trojans' names, to each of which the poet contrives to give some touch of indivi- dual character, swell the list of his victims. iEneas marks his terrible career, and goes to seek for Pandarus. He points out to him the movements of the Greek champion, and bids him try upon his person the far- famed skill that had so nearly turned the fate of war in the case of Menelaus. Pandarus tells him of his late unsuccessful attempt, and declares his full belief * The idea is borrowed by Milton in a well-known passage ; — " To nobler sights Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed Which that false fruit, which promised clearer sight, Had bred ; then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see." — Par. Lost, xi. 411. 74 TEE ILIAD. that some glamour of more than mortal power has made Diomed invulnerable to human weapons. He bitterly regrets, as he tells iEneas, that he did not follow the counsels of his father Lycaon, and bring with him to the campaign, like other chiefs of his rank, some of those noble ste'eds of whom eleven pair stand always in his father's stalls, " champing the white barley and the spelt." He had feared, in truth, that they might lack provender in the straits of the siege : — " Woe worth the day, when from the glittering wall, Hector to serve, I took my shafts and bow, And to fair Ilion, from my father's hall, Captain of men, did with my Lycians go ! If ever I return, if ever I know My country, my dear wife, my home again, Let me fall headless to an enemy's blow, Save the red blaze of lire these arms contain ! " (W.) iEneas bids him mount with him into his chariot, and together they will encounter this redoubtable Greek. Pandarus takes the spear and shield, while iEneas guides the horses. Diomed is still fighting on foot, when Sthenelus, who attends him with the chariot, sees the two hostile chiefs bearing down upon him. He begs his comrade to remount, and avoid the en- counter with two such adversaries. Diomed indig- nantly refuses. He will slay both, with the help of Heaven ; and he charges Sthenelus, if such should be the happy result, to leave his own horses and chariot, securing the reins carefully to the chariot-front, and make prize of the far-famed steeds of iEneas — they are descended from the immortal breed bestowed of old by Jupiter upon King Tros. So, on foot still, he awaits their , onset. Pandarus stands high in the chariot TEE FIRST DAY'S BATTLE. 75 with poised weapon, and hails his enemy as he comes within hurling distance : — " Prince, thou art met ! though late in vain assailed, The spear may enter where the arrow failed. " It does enter, and piercing through the tough ox-hide of the shield, stands fixed in the breastplate. Again, with premature triumph, he shouts exultingly to Dio- med that at last he has got his death-wound. But the Greek quietly tells him that he has missed — which assuredly he himself is not going to do. He hurls his spear in turn with fatal aim : and the poet tells us with ghastly detail how it entered beneath the eyeball, and passed down through the "white teeth" and tongue — " Till the bright point looked out beneath the chin " — and Pandarus the Lycian closes his career, free at least from the baseness which medieval romances have at- tached to his name. iEneas, in obedience to the laws of heroic chivalry, at once leaps down from the chariot to defend against all comers the body of his fallen comrade. " And like a lion fearless in his strength Around the corpse he stalked this way and that, His spear and buckler round about him held, To all who dared approach him threat'ning death." Diomed in this case avails himself of a mode of attack not uncommon with Homers heroes. He seizes a huge stone — which not two men of this degenerate age (says Homer, with a poet's cynicism for the present) could have lifted — and hurls it at the Trojan prince. It strikes him on the hip, crushes the joint, and brings him to his knees. But that his goddess-mother Yenus comes to his rescue, the world had heard the last of iEneas, and 76 THE ILIAD. Yirgil must hare sought another hero for his great poem. v ■ * ' '-/y; _ Deacidified using the Bookkeeper proce»