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Rejoice in joyous things-nor overmuch
'Midst evil, and still bear in mind,
How changeful are the ways of human-kind.'
Committing wrong, the chance may be
'Father of flatterers, gold; of pain and care begot,
In kindness, takes the kindness all away.'
'I'll tell the names and sayings, and the places of their birth,
The fifth in order are those of a 'Literary' and 'Artistic' character :
'Seven cities vied for Homer's birth, with emulation pious,
THE LYRIC POETS.
'Pindar from Thebes gave forth a mighty shout;
Stesichorus and Ibycus shone bright;
Alcman, Bacchylides gave soft delight;
Persuasion dwelt on gay Anacreon's tongue;
Alcæus to Æolia nobly sung.
Sappho would make a ninth, but fitter she,
Among the Muses a tenth Muse to be.'
'These god-tongued women were with song supplied
Prexilla, Myro, Anyte's grand voice,
The female Homer; Sappho, pride and choice
Of Lesbian dames, whose locks have earned a name ;
And thou, Corinna, whose bright numbers yield
Soft-sounding Nossis, Myrtis of sweet song,
'Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade
'Either Jove came to earth to show his form to thee,
'Nemesis checks, with cubit-rule and bridle,
THE LABOURS OF HERCules.
'The Nemean monster, and the hydra dire
The hind I caught; the vile birds ceased their flight;
'Wisely the artist has the end concealed,
'Thymareté, thy very self is there,
Pictured in all thy dignity and grace;
'This satyr was not carved, but laid asleep ;
'Me the gods turned to stone, but turned in vain,
'Witty and Satirical' is the title of the sixth division:
'Cadmus am I, then grudge me not the boast that though I am a Phoenician born, I taught you Greeks your Alpha, Beta, Gamma.'
'Yes, you may dye your hair, but not your age,
'Of all life's plagues I recommend to no man
I've got one who my orders does not hear,
She bustled out, and brought me back some ink.
"Twould better be if she were deaf outright;
'A blockhead bit by fleas put out the light,
Espied one day, with some surprise a mouse;
'A viper bit a Capadocian's hide;
But 'twas the viper, not the man, that died.'
The contents of the seventh and last division are of a miscellaneous kind :—
'Deficient one in limbs, and one in eyes,
Each with the other's help his want supplies;
'The Bird of Phoebus, parched with thirst's dire pain,
'My gallant ship now nears my native shore ;
'The old draught-ox, worn in the furrowed field,
'A roadside nut-tree planted, here I stand
What boots it now that trees should fruitful be?
"Fortune and hope farewell, I've gained the port;
You've fooled me long-make others now your sport.'
All the foregoing extracts are from Lord Neaves' collec
DIED B.C. 184.
HE Roman drama, more than any other branch of their literature, was an inheritance from Greece.
The plays, however, which, during a period of five hundred years, amused a Roman audience, possessed neither the brilliant burlesque, the keen satire, the wealth of allusion, nor the extravagant wit of Aristophanes. The oligarchy at Rome would not permit the freedom of speech on the stage which delighted the democracy at Athens. The dramatists of those days were disciples of Menander, and drew their characters from such general types of human nature as would offend no one with the idea that his own private weaknesses were being ridiculed or attacked; and of such comedies those of Plautus and Terence are all that have come down to us.
Menander was born at Athens B.C. 342, and won his first prize as a comic writer when he had barely attained manhood. Fragments only of his plays have been preserved, but their teaching is expressed in the following lines:—
'Being a mortal, ask not of the gods
Escape from suffering; ask but to endure;
From pain and evil, then thou seekest this,—
They appear to have contained very little of broad fun or comic situations; but he had carefully studied the various