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AN HYMN OF PINDAR.
THE SEVENTH OLYMPIONIQUE.
TO DIAGORAS OF RHODES, CONQUEROR IN THE BOXING-MATCH.
With many an Argive spear ; As when a feast's free-hearted lord Where, capped with tower and citadel, Lifts high the wassail cup,
Their heads three cities rear, Around whose lip the vine-dew poured Fast by the beak that juts, unrent, Runs freshly sparkling up,
From Asia's boundless continent.
Fain would I build the song for them, To him presents it-golden all, Sons of the strong Eraclean stem, His treasures' chiefest coronal,
A common lay to all that spring Grace of the board and banquet hall; From old Tlepolemus the king. And honouring thus the league then Nor empty is, methinks, their
For downwards, on the father's side, In sight of them, that round him sit, From Jove their lineage runs ; Exalts that envied youth, whose head While, by the mother traced, their
shall rest, In happiness and joy, upon his true- From fair Astydameia came, love's maiden breast.
Amyntor's true born sons.
But round the o'erclouded minds o. II. 2.
men, So, to the wreath-crowned Men I lift Unnumbered errors lower ; The nectar-flowing bowl,
And profitless the task to ken Chalice of song, the Muses' gift, What now may best betide, and then, Sweet fruitage of the soul;
At life's last elosing hour. Their hearts to cheer the prize that gain
V. 2. On Pythian and Olympian plain. For, in the by-gone days of yore, And happy he, in life and death, The planter of this pleasant shore, Whose name the ever-living breath Tlepolemus, in anger hot, Of dulcet praise encompasseth.
Alcmena's bastard brother smote, For to and fro doth glance the eye Licymnius :-him, with hand of blood, Of life-enlightening poesy,
And mace of gnarled olive-wood, With frequent chime of mellow-mur At Tiryns' rocky tower muring shell,
He smote-and slew him where he Blent with the burst of full.voiced stood, flutes,
As forth he tripp'd, in heedless mood, That loud their descant swell.
From Medea's matron-bower.
Thus Passion's fitful gusts, when they III. 3.
Within the bosom swell, Yes-pipe and lute ring gaily, while Drag even the wise man's steps astray: The sunny waves I pass,
Thence to the God he bent his way, That gird fair Rhodes, his fathers' And sought the oracle.
isleWith bold Diagoras ;
VI. 3. Hymning the child of Aphrodite, His prayer he offered: when to him The Sun-god's Ocean-bride,
The Godhead, golden-tress'd, And him, the chief of giant height, Gave answer meet, and from his dim Who plucked with foremost hand in Sweet-incensed shrine address'd: fight,
“ Away! away! from Lerna-bay Proud guerdon of his manhood's might, Steer thy brave barks, and hold
The wreath upon Alpheus' side. Thine onward course the waters o'er, Him will I sing, for conqueror he Unto a sea-encircled shore, Beside the fount of Castaly,
Where erst the gods' great emperor, And of good Damagetus tell,
snows, that gleam'd with gold, His sire, beloved by Justice well ; And, soft descending, lighted down For on a noble isle they dwell, In silence o'er a stately town.
“ What time, by shrewd Heplaistus' Not yet, on the ocean's breast, craft,
Shone Rhodes in the light of day, The curtal-ax of brazen haft- But enshrouded and at rest Sheer through-_Jove's topmost tem In the deep-sea-hollows lay.
ples claft, And forth Athena sprang,
X. 1. Full arm'd—and long the Goddess Yet for the absent Helius, none laugh'd,
Mark'd out the lot-but left, And loud her war-note rang : Of frightful meed and portion reft, Whereat shook highest Heaven with The pure and holy Sun. dread,
Returning, he the wrong proclaimed, And Earth, the mother, shuddered.” And Jove afresh the lots had framed,
But that the God his wish forbade, VII. 1.
“ For in the hoary waves," he said, 'Twas then Hyperion's blessed son, " I see an islet sleep :
Fountain of light and life to man, And now it swells from the Ocean floor, Bade his loved children, every one,
Mother of men, and ever more
To Lachesis, that she, Might win the charmed heart of Jove, The golden-tiar'd Deity, And the spear-clashing maiden's love, Outstretch the accordant hand, For with success and joy is fraught And slighting not Heaven's awful oath, Man's reverence of forecasting Plight with old Cronus' son her troth, thought.
That the fair isle, from darkness sent,
Full in the glorious firmament
Should stand, his fief for aye,
His crowning word, and on the breast Sweeps on, till from the mind it blot Of Truth alighting lay.
Stern duty's forward track.
XII. 3. For carrying not the hearth-flame's Then budded the isle from the salt sea seed,
spray, The hill they climb with reckless speed, And spread for him her sparkling And fashion'd, but with fireless rite, meads. A fane, upon that airy height.
Sire of the sunlight's arrowy ray, Yet, from the full cloud's amber fold, Prince of the fierce flame-breathing Jove showered o'er them a flood of steeds. gold.
There, in bright Rhodes' embrace re.
clined, IX. 3.
Seven sons the god begot ; And she, the Maid of flashing eye, Chiefs, wise of heart, of wariest mind, Vouchsafed them art's proud mastery, Were few, I ween, of human kind, O'er all on earth, with peerless hand Whom they surpassed not. To compass what their thoughts had Of these bold brethren, one plann'd.
To heroes three was sire Hence each broad way with shapes Eulysus, his first-born son,
And Lindus and Camire. That, starting, seem'd instinct with Apart they held, in triple share life;
Carved out, their father's isle ; On them deep glory fell :
And hence three fenced cities bare But ne'er to its full strength is nurst Their lordly founder's style. The wise man's skill by arts accurst, Or witchery's wizard spell.
XIII. 1. So list to a tale of the olden time; There, to their loved Tirynthian chief, When Jove, and they of heavenly Tlepolemus-sweet balm of grief, birth,
Asto a god-high towers tow'rd heaven, Were culling, clime by clime,
The pitchy pomp of flamesThe kingdoms of the earth,
Lord of the lists, to him is given
All judgment in the games :
XV. 3. Where, twice, Diagoras hath bound And bless the man, that bore that
His brow with Rhodian flowers; day, High chief, in twice-twain contests By might of hand, the prize away ; crown'd,
Yea him with reverent honour grace, At wave-worn Isthmus' pass renown'd, From citizens and stranger race: And twice at Armea's holy ground, For not the flaunting paths of pride And Athens' craggy towers.
His steps delight to tread,
His fathers' virtues are his guide, XIV. 2.
He follows where they led. Him the brass-shield in Argos town, Nor thou, the race in darkness hide, And Thebes and Arcady have known; From Dallianax that springs, Him too, the old Bæotian lists, Since, through the brave Eratidæ, Egina and Pellene,
With feast, and song, and joyaunce Victor o'er all antagonists,
May shift the summer scene,
power, The measured hymn's harp-ruling Where peace so late hath been.
tone, In Olympian triumph sung!
Most ADMIRABLE CHRISTOPHER,
As you have delighted many, if not most of your readers with your English versions of the flowers of the Greek Anthology, perhaps you may look with a favourable eye on the following attempt to present Campbell's Hohenlinden in a Latin dress.
It was not from any foolish hope of entering the lists with that most polished poet that the two versions were commenced, but to show practically to some very promising young scholars the difference between the harmony resulting from accent alone and the harmony resulting from the union of accent and quantity: I need not inform you that English poetry, independent of the meretricious aid of rhyme, is founded on accent alone, while Latin poetry requires a strict adherence to the rules of quantity as well as of accent. In short lyric poems I do not know whether we ought not to require as strict an observance of metrical rules as the Greeks and Romans, and some other nations whom it pleases Englishmen to regard as barbarians. Of this I am certain, that poems composed on such principles would, if equal in genius, soon consign all their predecessors to the vaults of all the Capulets. We have ceased to be “ Bapézga" we are daily becoming more worthy of Homer's appellation of " uspores ardewtor;” and the ease with which every man, woman, and child can versify proves that something more difficult has to be achieved before we can justly claim to be masters of our own language. But as these observations naturally lead to a wide field of enquiry, I shall drop them for the present.
The version Number I. has been composed in the same metre as Campbell's stanza, with the exception that the fourth line is confined to two iambi and a cæsural syllable. To end the lines with monosyllables was impossible, from the genius of the Latin language.
The version Number II. is in strict Sapphic metre.
Relinqueret quum Phæbus Linden,
Sed quàm mutata rerum facies,
Tædarum luce mox instructus,
En! orto sole, tela lucis
Quà tenebris amicti Francus
Hunnusque fremunt. Tunc actæ concurrêre turmæ, Crudescit Pugna, prosilite, Tellusque tremuit fragore,
Quêis morte spreta placet honos,
Tu robore virorum Munich
Luce tædarum lituique cantu
Ingruit Martis furor, ite fortes, Ordines structi, gladios recludunt, Quos decus ducit media in pericla, Et fremit spretis sonipes lupatis Tu Munich lectis inimica rumpas Martis amore,
Agmina turmis. Tunc ruit missus medios in Hostes; Heu datur paucis superesse-turbam Terraque ingenti tremuit fragore, Alta nix letho positam recondet Haud secus noctu Jove fulminante Et locus fiet suus interempto Cuncta relucent.
Cuique sepulchrum. EDINBURGH Academy, 15th Nov. 1838.
THE MURDERING BANKER.
There are certain money-making at the door of a large comfortableassociations, called Joint-Stock Banks, looking house_his blue coat resplenwhose branches overshadow the land. dent with bright brass buttons--his No city, however large, no village, drab-coloured kerseymere shorts conhowever small, can escape the coloni- cluded by long gaiters of the same, zing assiduity of those wonderful estab- with about three inches of snow-white lishments. The “ Branch" is trans- stocking visible at the junction—a low planted with inconceivable rapidity- range of building at one side of the strikes root in an instant, and bears mansion, pierced by one dingy winfruit from the moment it touches the dow and one door of very massive apsoil. Railways and Joint-Stock Banks pearance, with the words “ Bank open will assuredly, between them, turn old from 10 till 3,” in time-worn letters, Scotland upside down. A railway above the lintel ;-whoever has seen through Drumshorlan Muir, with a all this may congratulate himself that train of fifty carriages, loaded, roof he has seen a sight which his posterity and body, with men and bales of goods, will look for in vain. That was the besides women, crockery, and other Private Banker.- But whoso travelbrittle ware ;—a branch of the Great ling, whether through town or village, Western Bank, showing forth goodly beholds a very elegant young man leaves and blossoms at Inverary ; kissing his hand to the landlady's these, and a few other sights of our daughter, who is watching him from modern days, would have made Bailie an upstairs window, as he steps into Nicol Jarvie lose conceit of the Sant his gig, which the ostler has brought Market. What invocations he might round to the door of the “ Branch of have made to his “ Conscience" it is the Joint-Stock Bank," and obnot for us to say ; nor, indeed, can we serves the jaunty air with which he affirm with certainty, that the honest handles the ribbons, the exquisite fit citizen would have retained conscience of his coat, and the gallant air with enough even to swear by; for who which his well-brushed hat is stuck on knows but he might have been like one side of his head ;-let the person the rest of us, and have thrown off who sees all this ponder well on the that and other heavy luggage, as being mutability of human affairs, for this is an encumbrance to the rapidity of what the District Manager, before whose is called the Progress. The March of star our fat friend in the kerseymere Mind is performed best without bag- smalls “ begins to pale his ineffectual gage. But with these great truths we fire.” What the ultimate end of all have at present no concern. What these things will be is not our business; we mean to assert, and at the same nor is it our intention to indulge in a time to deplore, is, that all these new treatise on the principles of banking, fangled establishments — Joint-Stock leaving that to our ingenious friend Banks, Railways, and Steam-Boat Mr Bell, whose Letter on the subject Companies—will finally succeed in is admirably clear and convincing ; exterminating three very excellent nor do we intend to be didactic about things, Private Bankers, King's monetary systems, or paper currencies, Highways, and Leith Smacks. Yes, or average deposits, it being our unithe whole species of private banks form practice to deposit the whole of will be destroyed ; if, perchance, a our worldly goods in our breechesspecimen is preserved in the British pocket, convinced, from long and meMuseum, he will be gazed on as we lancholy experience, that every man now look upon the Dodo,—by many is his own best banker ;-but our obtreated as a fabulous bird altogether, ject at this present writing is to give by the generality believed to be a freak a faithful account of sundry adventures of Nature—a solitary instance, and not which befell the members of a banking the representative of a widely-diffused family in the of Scotland, which species. Whoever, in travelling through (as Mathews used to have it) created a country town, saw a well-fed indivi a great sensation at the time. dual, about fifty years of age, standing At the hundred and twentieth page