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Now haste, Patroclus, to each guest assign
A larger beaker charged with stronger wine,
To greet the friends, whose presence I revere,
Guests who beneath my roof most loved appear.

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That fine fiery fellow Chapman “For not as foes ye came," is miseis seldom or never at fault, when he rable, and its lame wretchedness is has to deal with a burst of simple, aggravated by its vile grammar. The natural emotion. His spirit is strung change of tense destroys the intensito Homer's. Like two harps tuned ty–pardon the pun. together, when the one is struck the every soul,” is paying a poor comother responds—and 'tis noble con- pliment to his guests. Their souls cert. 'Tis so in this passage. A were open; nor was Achilles the man marginal note says, “ Achilles' gentle to suspect that they were shut. Sinreceipt of Ulysses, Ajax," &c.; and cere as the sky himself, he saw no it is gentle for Achilles, if ever clouds on their brow, except of sadthere was one on this earth, was a ness, which the sunshine of his welgentleman-not a finer one even Sir come would illumine or disperse, Philip Sydney-whose Life and Ar- Thy friend most honours these, and cadia, by Gray of Magdalen, we this these thy friend," is very pretty, inmorning perused with unfaded de- deed; but Achilles "spoke right on," light. « Of the depth let every man

and not like the Master of Ceremómake proof,” is perhaps going a lee- nies at Bath. He was no Beau Nash. tle too far-though, beyond doubt, How impertinent, on such an occaAchilles did hope and trust that each sion, and from such a man, a comhero would drain it-not to the pliment to himself !--Pope has now dregs-for dregs there were none- dree'd his punishment. He wincesbut till he saw his face, a smiling ob- his back is red-he is about to faint long, at the bottom. But the warmth the army-surgeon looks at his of welcome, and the simple style of watch, nods, “ enough," and the culit, and the dignified sincerity of the prit is released from the halberts. noble host, are finely preserved Cowper is good-very good. “On and Chapman is Homer.

thrones with purple arras overIt is provoking to see a man wil- spread,” gives great grace and dignity fully going wrong, who knows per- to the reception of the heroes. They fectly well how to go right-walking were placed as in the days of chivalwith his eyes open as if they were ry,“under the deas.” Chapman supshut—and knocking himself against poses each hero, time about, which is stools and chairs, like a blind blun- fair play, to lay his lugs in the same derer in a room which he has him- “ great bolle,” with an eye to view self set in order. So doth Pope. the bottom, like the Fellows of a “ This short speech," saith he, " is College, with their “

cup,” at the wonderfully proper to the occasion, high table on day of Gaudeamus. and to the temper of the speaker. Cowper supposes one “beaker more One is under a great expectation of capacious," replenished with wine diwhat Achilles will say at the sight luted less, and then out of it Patroof these heroes, and I know no- clus filling up each hero's own parthing in nature that could satisfy ticular cup to the brim, till no heelit, but the very thing he here ac- tap was detectable, and a bumper costs them with.” Admirable-but brimmed with beads, such as Ganywhy, then, Pope ! oh, Pope! didst mede gives to Jove when there is thou perversely violate thine own true revelry in heaven. The terms in sense of the perfect fitness of the ori- which he speaks of his visitors are ginal, in thy translation ? " Or strong full of heart, such as a hero uses necessity or urgent fear," is a bad when speaking of heroes. Cowper ! line; for a stronger necessity than we love thee well—and wish thou urgent fear, we defy you to imagine hadst not been so often and so long

“or” has no office, and no point so unhappy in this world. But now the antithesis. Welcome, though thou art in bliss, which is more than Greeks,” is the very reverse of the we shall venture to say for old Newfeeling of Achilles at that moment; ton. he rejoiced to see them as Greeks, Sotheby, as usual, is strong-and

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here strength was wanted; but he is English-which, though" by strong
constrained and his winged words compulsion moved,” are pregnant.
should have been free as sunbeams. Before we can possibly under-
"Strong compulsion moved,” is liker stand any thing of Homer, it has
Dr Paley than Achilles. • Though been said, ex-cathedralishly, that we
here I rage,” is not equal to Cow- must study the manners of the heroic
per's,

" though angry still.” Achilles ages. And, pray, where are we to
was angry still”-yea he was so, study them? Why, in Homer to be
even when to his harp singing of he- sure. Ho, ho! So you merely mean
roes. But he was not at that moment that we must read the Iliad. Such
" raging;" he knew better than to is the pompous impertinence of pe-

rage,” in the unexpected presence dantry, pretending to rare erudition.
of such friends; he was all kindness Yet will a German professor get you
and courtesy; sunshine and music up a volume on the Manners of the
shone and murmured along his Heroic Ages, in which he will seem,
speech, which was like a river-flash; for a while at first, to have had access
but all the while in the dark depths to information in bards long anterior
of his sullen soul, nevertheless, to Melesigines. Fling him into the

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growled wrath and indignation over fire, and let him make his escape, if
the drowned image of Agamemnon. he can, up the flue, and turn you to
Sotheby strove with Homer—at line your Homer.. Not a syllable, by any
for line ; and though in the struggle possibility, or impossibility, can be
he has shewn great muscle and skill, known of the Heroic ages, but from
the champion bas given him a fair him—and him you must read along
back-fall." “A larger beaker, charged with the Bible. Yea! the Bible; and
with stronger wine,” is the best line you will then know the meaning of
we ever read, without the single the title of a book you may have
shadow of an exception. It would never seen, any more than ourselves
of itself atone for any sin in composi- -Homerus 'Eepamięww.
tion, however flagrant; but Sotheby Here is a specimen of the manners
has committed no sins at all in this of the heroie age, how patriarchal !
passage-he is merely a little stiff or We quote Sotheby, who manages
80-and his stiffness was inevitable them, perhaps, better than any other
in the bold attempt to give eight lines translator :-
of Greek-and such lines, in eight of

He spake ; nor him Patroclus disobey'd
Then, nigh the fire his lord a basket laid,
There cast a goat's and sheep's extended chine,
And the huge carcass of a fatted swine.
Serv'd by Automedon, with dexterous art
Achilles' self divided part from part,
Fix'd on the spits the flesh, where brightly blaz'd
The fire's pure splendour, by Patroclus rais'd.
Patroclus next, when sank the flame subdued,
O'er the rak'd embers plac'd the spitted food,
Then rais'd it from the props, then, salted o'er,
And duly roasted, to the dresser bore:
Next to each guest, along the table spread
In beauteous baskets the allotted bread;
Achilles' self distributed the meat,
And plac'd against his own, Ulysses' seat.
And now Patroclus, at his lord's desire,
The hallow'd offering cast amid the fire-
The guests then feasted, and, the banquet o'er,
When satiate thirst and hunger claim'd no more,
And to hoar Phenix Ajax gave the sign,
Ulysses, mindful, crown'd his cup with wine,
And to Achilles drank:

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feast. 'Tis, in truth, the model of the sallow sumphs scowl from a distance Noctes Ambrosianæ

at Ambrose's suppers, as illegally

and unnaturally enormous, who, af" There cast a goat's and sheep's extended

ter dinner on a fast-day, have been chine,

under the necessity of an emetic. And the huge carcass of a fatted swine_"

Good must be the digestion of that To the life ! to the death ! Nothing

Poet, whose genius is divine. A wanting but-oysters.

bilious bard is abhorred of all the In nothing was the constitution

Muses, nor will Apollo, physician of the heroes more enviable than though he be, prescribe for the Blue its native power-of eating at all

and Yellow. Homer himself thought times, and without a moment's warn

nothing of a saddle of mutton or a ing. Never does a meal to any dis- sirloin of beef. In a twinkling vatinguished individual come amiss.

nished from his trencher a boar's Their stomachs were as heroic as

head. Then washed he all well their hearts, their bowels magnani- down with a glorious goblet. It cannot have been forgot

There is something exceedingly ten by the reader, who hangs with a

satisfactory to our ear in the sound watering mouth over the description of the word-Rations. A rational of this entertainment, that about two repast. Mark the blind beggar dehours before, these three heroes, vouring bread and cheese, or mouthUlysses, Ajax, and old Phænix, had fuls of cold rags of lean meat, by the made an almost enormous supper in way-side, and you see he is in heathe pavilion of Agamemnon

He licks his shrivelled lips

folds his withered hands—turns up " There to the sated guests, the Pylian bis sightless eyes-mutters somesage

thing not unheard afar-and catchUnlock'd the treasures experienced ing up his crutch, hobbles away with age."

no unsuccessful attempt at a song:Sated they might have been, a couple Lo! a whole army-nay, two whole of hours ago, at the remotest, but their armies on the field of battle-diwalk

ning! It requires much caution and “ Along the margin of the sounding trundling into these pools of blood.

dexterity to keep the biscuits from deep,”

What a ravenous set-three courses had re-awakened their slumbering in one-a dreadful dinner!-What appetite. At the smell of the roasted tremendous thunder and lightning goat, and the “ huge carcass of the was that ? Except our own little ship, * fatted swine"-a noble line-they are both fleets blown to atoms ? feel themselves instantly sharp-set- Not at all. Merely the L'Orient. yawp, (Scotice)- and such another And now that the splash is over, let knife and fork, that is, finger and a double allowance of grog be served thumb-we have not, except perhaps out to the merry crew of the Victory, in Picardy, seen played since the for we are all dry as devils.—If you Heroic age. We allude more parti- desire to see indeed a dinner, uncularly to the performances of old der the delusive name of luncheon, Phenix.

endeavour to get access to a popuAfter all, there is nothing in this lar preacher between sermons. By wicked and weary world like--good that porter-jug he is a deep divine. eating—“ to which, if you please,” Why, a man cannot be expected to whispers the pensive Public, “ add make even a tolerable appearance good drinking, and then, with that on the scaffold, without a couple of yawn of hers--" sound sleeping rolls and of eggs to breakfast on the --in common terms, “ Bed, board, morning of execution. Let no man and lodging." Good washing, too, be so rash as to be hanged on an is well; but not vitally essential to empty stomach.--Then at Funerals, national comfort-witness that wor- watched ye ever the chief-mournthy land lying north of the Tweed. ers ! How they do tuck in the cold Secret gluttons alone openly abuse ham, and the pigeon-pie, and the gormandizing—men of " steady, but round! Şorrow is dry; and that fact, not voracious appetites," alone pub- in the philosophy of the human licly panegyrize it. We have known mind, accounts for all these empty

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barrels. Never shall we forget the cients ; but, on the contrary, that Funeral of the Chisholm !

when we consider our own customs, To return to the Tent of Achilles. we find that our first business, when There sit Ulysses, and Ajax, and old we sit down to poetise in the higher Phænix, hungry as hawks, though strains, is to unlearn our daily way two hours ago we saw them preying of life; to forget our manner of in Agamemnon's Pavilion.

sleeping, eating, and diversions; we

are obliged to adopt a set of more “ The guests then feasted, and the ban

natural manners, which, however, quet o'er, When satiate, thirst and hunger claim'd

are foreign to us; and must be like

plants raised up in hot-beds or greenno more,” &c.

houses, in comparison with those Thirst and hunger-observe-on a which grow in soils, fitted by nature full stomach! And now, after that for such productions. Nay, so far, second most successful supper, when he continues, are we from enriching “ their leathern sides are stretched poetry with new images drawn from almost to bursting,” Ulysses has the nature, that we find it difficult to face to say to Achilles,

understand the old. We live within

doors, covered from nature's face; “ But now we seek not feasts!!"

and passing our days supinely, ignoTake the entertainment in the rant of her beauties. We are apt to Tent-from first to last-and it is a think the similies taken from her noble one. Where saw ye ever low, and the ancient manners mean Three such Men-cooks as Achilles, or absurd. But let us be ingenuous, Patroclus, and Automedon ? Lo! the and confess, that while the moderns son of Thetis-the goddess-born- admire nothing but pomp, and can with the spit in his “ inaccessible think nothing great or beautiful but hands !" Redder is his fine face in what is the produce of wealth, they the kitchen-fire, than it ever was fla- exclude themselves from the pleaming in the van of victorious battle. santest and most natural images that Is that an apron ? And now from adorn old poetry. State and form Cooks the Three Princes become disguise men; and wealth and luxuWaiters. Achilles is his own Butler.

ry disguise nature. Their effects in How much more state in the sim- writing are answerable; a lord-mayplicity of these natural manners, than or's show,or grand procession of any. in the pomp of ours, where all is ar- kind, is not very delicious reading, if tificial! A modern entertainment is described minutely, and at length; made mean by menials. It cannot and great ceremony is at least equalbear description-nothing more con- ly tiresome in a poem, as in ordinary temptible than a horse-shoe table, conversation. So far Blackwall however august the guests, lined with and he writes like a philosophic genflunkies at a great city-feast. Com- tleman. pare with this repast of heroes, in But Ajax gives the sign to old the tent of Achilles, that given to Phenix—and Ulysses, crowning his four of the great European monarchs cup with wine, drinks to Achilles, some dozen years ago in Guildhall, and, on bis legs, volunteers a speech. at which, if we mistake not, presided Let the wily orator stand there for the Lord Mayor of London! It is another month or so-and then we Blackwall, we think, who says, that shall listen to his eloquence, and give we read with delight all Homer's most a fine specimen of it from Sotheby, minute descriptions of the houses, and “the rest." tables, and way of living of the an

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