Hence Erasmus, Lib. Adag. tells us, that ‘reddere Harpocratem,' is the same as 'mutum reddere.' So Catullus in another place: Patruum reddidit Harpocratem. Ovid describes him in the same manner, without taking notice of his name, amongst the attendants of Isis: Quique premit vocem, digitoque silentia suadet. This description entirely agrees with the several medals and statues of Harpocrates, which the learned antiquary Gisb. Cuperus exhibits in his laborious Dissertation on that subject, printed with Monumenta Antiqua. But upon another account likewise, Harpocrates may justly be appointed to attend upon the Sick; for he is numbered amongst the salutary gods, who assisted in extreme dangers: as appears from Artemidorus, Oneir. l. ii. c. 44. where, after having mentioned Serapis, Isis, Anubis, and Harpocrates, he goes on thus: 'Semper enim servatores crediti sunt hi dii, eorum qui per omnia exercitati sunt, et ad extremum periculum pervenerunt,' &c. Kircher also, in his dip. Egyp. p. 2. vol. ii. p. 315, amongst others to the same purpose, has these remarkable words: 'Reverebantur Ægypti, præter cætera numina maximè Isin et Osirin, ac horum sive Harpocratem, tanquam Iatricos genios.' THE PALACE OF DISEASE. Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew MILTON. 27 The Argument. Reflections. Invocation of the Genius of Spenser. Apostrophe to the Duchess of Somerset. The Palace of Disease. War. Intemperance. Melancholy. Fever. Consumption. Smallpox. Complaint on the death of Lord Beauchamp. BOOK II. DEATH was not man's inheritance but Life Invited dire Disease into the world, And her distorted brood of ugly shapes, Echidna's brood! and fix'd their cursed abode On earth, invisible to human sight, The portion and the scourge of mortal man. Which, humid, dim the mirror of the mind The angry gods with flame o'erwhelming Troy, [safe Come Hertford'! with the Muse,a while, vouch(The softer virtues melting in thy breast, The tender graces glowing in thy form), Vouchsafe, in all the beauty of distress, To take a silent walk among the tombs: There lend a charm to Sorrow, smooth her brow, And sparkle through her tears, in shining woe. As when the dove 3 (thy emblem, matchless Dame! For beauty, innocence, and truth are thine) Spread all its colours o'er the boundless deep (Empyreal radiance quivering round the gloom), Chaos reform'd, and bade Distraction smile! Deep in a desert vale, a palace frowns Sublimely mournful: to the eye it seems The mansion of Despair, or ancient Night. 1 Old. 2 Afterwards Duchess of Somerset. 3 The Platonists suppose that Love, or the celestial Venus (of whom the dove is likewise an emblem) created the world out of chaos. The Graces of the Seasons never knew To shed their bounty here, or, smiling, bless,. Of flushing Spring, with purple gay, invests Wet with Avernus' waves, or Pontus yields, Of healing vegetation, sage, and rue, In Virgil's rural page. The bitter yew, [arms, The peevish east, the rheumy south, the north D And darkness, almost to be felt, forbid Save in the centre, in relievo high, In gold the apple rose+, 'whose mortal taste Surveys the glittering pest, and grimly smiles Her eyes, two comets; and her breath, a storm. |