So, too, the peacock, saturate with sun And that we have all been formed out of lifeless atoms, 'Then learn That what of us was taken from the dust Concerning the mind, he writes, Again, First, then, I say, the mind, which often we Goes to make up his frame, as hands, feet, knees; A harmony of all the members, spread To strength; and with the flesh it fades and dies.' 'Even in the body thus the soul is troubled, And scarce can hold its fluttering frame together; In his description of the senses, he thus illustrates the illusions of vision: 'The ship in which we sail seems standing still, And, when we hold to seaward, field and hill Seem to drop far astern; and in the sky And yet go moving on assiduously.' And the philosophy of sound as follows,— 'Now, to proceed, you need not wonder how It is that voices come and beat the ears Through things through which the eyesight cannot go ; Full many a thing that lets the voice go through, Of the imperfections of the world he writes 'But even had the science ne'er been mine I could show clearly that no power divine So palpably is all without a plan. For if 'twere made for us its structure halts In every member, full of flaws and faults. Look at the earth; mark then, in the first place, Of its life here, its woeful heritage.' k Having described the heavens as formed from igneous ether, he proceeds, 'And this same ether rising, in its wake Full many a seed of vivid fire up-drew. Thus when we see the low red morning break, Along the grasses rough and gemmed with dew, Does a grey mist go up from off the lake, And from the clear perennial river too; And even at times the very meadows seem From their green breasts to breathe a silvery stream.' Next came vegetation,― 'In the beginning, then, the clods gave forth Which things came forth spontaneous everywhere, 'But hardier far than we were those first races Nor sickness. And they never learnt the use Their strong arms knew not how to guide the plough, But what the sun had given them, and the rain, Passing on to explain the origin of storms, he says, 'For do but note what time the storm-wind wild Then may you mark those mountain masses proud, He also tells how 'The mighty thunderbolt Goes through the walls of houses like a shout;' and the causes of most of the other phenomena of nature. Treating, lastly, of diseases, the poem concludes with an appalling picture of the great plague at Athens, as described by Thucydides, when death seized those who neglected their sick, and 'They too who stayed to tend the beds of death, Mallock. Thus it will be seen that, though full of scientific teaching, there is very little poetry in his verses; but still there are several very picturesque descriptions, always true to nature, and indications of great powers of observation and imagination. On the other hand, many of his theories are crude and imperfect, and some of his conceptions puerile and absurd. Unsatisfying, however, as his philosophy is, it serves to teach us how little real advance has been made by modern thinkers in solving the great mystery of life, and how much that pertains both to our present and future existence altogether passes man's understanding. CÆSAR. DIED B.C. 44. M OST persons of any education are more or less familiar with the name of Julius Cæsar, as the invader of Britain, and afterwards the first Roman Emperor. His 'Commentaries' are memoirs written by himself, descriptive of his campaigns in various parts of Europe, first against the enemies of Rome, and afterwards, from the time when he crossed the Rubicon, as an aspirant for supreme power in opposition to the actual rulers of the Republic. Unlike other historians he wrote only of what happened under his own eyes, and of his own deeds; and with his works it may be said that the certainty of modern history commences. It is also the generally acknowledged opinion of mankind that, of all men whose deeds are known, there is none whose name is so great as that of Julius Cæsar. Born of a noble family, he held successively all the higher offices of State, until, at the age of forty-one, he became Consul, and, with Pompey and Crassius, formed the first triumvirate. The following year he succeeded to the government of Gaul and Illyria, and it was from this period that · he commenced the notes from which his Commentaries were composed. His style of writing is described by Cicero as simple, straightforward, agreeable, and free from rhetorical ornament. It is, however, so condensed that thrice as many words are needed in translating as he used, and skipping, or hurrying through any portion, are out of the question. The |