In another, referring to his distraction at a lengthened separation, he speaks of himself as 'Driven like a top which boys, with ready art, Keep spinning round upon a level floor;' by which we learn that one at least of the juvenile games in those days is indulged in still; just as the infatuations and jealousies of modern lovers resemble those which the poet relates as his experiences. Amongst the rites and ceremonies, too, of the rural population of Latium, which, he describes, was a procession corresponding with our annual beating of the parish boundaries. On such occasions he held that there should be general relaxation and merry-making : 'The festal day let soil and tiller rest, Hang up the share, and give all ploughing o'er; Davies. He also gives a full description of a festival in honour of Pales, the goddess of shepherds, in which many customs that have descended to our times were practised under the shade of the old tree on the village green. His verses generally evince an independent spirit, and their terse and simple language has earned for him the appellation of the poet of nature. PROPERTIUS. DIED A.D. 15. ROPERTIUS was a native of Umbria, and, a portion of his patrimony having been allotted to the veterans of Augustus, he was stimulated by necessity to develop his talents, which might otherwise have lain dormant, in studying for the bar, and ultimately as a poet. His early patron was Tullus, a nephew of the consul of that name, and he afterwards obtained an introduction to Mæcenas. His model was the Alexandrian school, and all his compositions bear the impress of his proclivity for mythological lore, although it does not appear that he ever visited Greece. The prime motive for his poetical effusions is told in the following lines :— 'Many have lived and loved their life away; Oh, may I live and love, then die as they ! Martin, The charmer to whom his love-songs were indited was Cynthia, whose propensities for dress, and extravagance generally, he thus endeavours to check by praises of simplicity and beauty unadorned : 6 • With purchased gauds why mar thy native grace, Davies. In a less flattering strain, he likens her to the 'woodstained Britons,' for dying her hair and painting her face; and he also complains, as all lovers are wont,— 'Sham cousins often come, and kiss thee, too, As cousins always claim a right to do.' Other elegies equally portray the fascination which she exercised over him, whilst they sparkle with classic allusions and picturesque sketches from nature, too dreamy and lengthy for quotation. More practical are the warnings which his jealousy prompted him to send her during an autumn sojourn she was enjoying at the fashionable sea-side resort, Baiæ; and later epistles gradually betray the decline of his affection, until he is not ashamed to own,— 'Though thine was ne'er, Love knows, a pretty face, or to declare metaphorically,— 'Tired of the raging sea, I'm getting sane, And my old scars are quite skin-whole again.' And yet, as one of his critics observes, the world of song would have lost no little had Cynthia's charms not bidden him attune his lyre for the delineation of the master-passion in its various phases of tenderness, ecstasy, grief, jealousy, and despair, with 'a force, earnestness, pathos, and originality most entirely his own. Passing on to his poems on other themes, we have an ' Early History of Rome,' which includes some of the festal ceremonies described by Tibullus; and the love-story of Tarpeia, who betrayed the city by meeting her lover at the postern gate, which thus concludes, 'But Rome's proud foeman is by honour led; He spoke; his comrades' shields upon her thrown, Paley. He also attempted a mythological elegy, and one on the 'Battle of Actium,' which contains some fine descriptive poetry. The gems of the collection, however, are the Letter of Arethuse to her husband, Lycotas, on a campaign, and the imaginary appeal of the dead Cornelia to her husband, Paullus. The charm of the former consists in the natural simplicity with which the lonely soldier's wife outpours her love and anxious misgivings, 'When twilight wanes, and sinks in bitter night, And toss complaining till the tardy light Hath waked the birds that sing of morning nigh. I turn the map, and struggle hard to learn Where Jove hath placed the land, and where the sea What climes are stiff with frost, what summers burn, And guess what wind may waft thee home to me.' The other is unequalled for the simple pathos with which a blameless matron reviews her life, and would commune from her funeral pyre with those who were dearest to her, in the following concluding stanzas :— 'Be careful, if thou e'er for me shall weep, That they may never mark the tears thus shed; Let it suffice thyself to mourn in sleep The wife whose spirit hovers o'er thy bed; 'Or in thy chamber, if thou wilt, aloud Address that wife as if she could reply. Dim not our children's joys with sorrow's cloud, 'You, too, my children, at your father's side, 'Obey his will in all; and should he bear 'I lost no child; 'twas mine in death to see Their faces clustered round; nor should I grieve If but the space of life cut off from me Could swell the years in store for those I leave.' |