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Buried in her palace-that the thick walls may deaden the horror breathed from the field where her husband fights. Too sacred a thing was such sorrow as hers to Homer's soul, to suffer the Bard of Nature to smite it with such affliction as the sight of him alive, and about to die, under the hands of that inexorable homicide. He mentions her not; but all the people thought of her then-and how many million eyes have since wept for her, unnamed at that catastrophe! We remember the parting between her and her hero-her hopes and her fears-her tears and her smiles-as their Astyanax hung back alarmed from the waving crest of his father. At this moment her once prophetic soul has lost its gifted vision-and she is dreaming of his return!
But how fares it now with the noble Hector? Not unheard had been the outcries of his parents-for Hector to them was pious, as he was to the gods. For their sakes he desired to live-and think ye, that at that moment, though he names not her name, that the image of his Andromache came not across him with Astyanax on her "fragrant bosom?" But Polydamas would reproach him-if now he shunned the combat-Polydamas, who bade him lead the Trojans back that last calamitous night "In which Achilles rose to arms again!" Man and matron-base and brave alike-will dishonour Hector as the cause of all that slaughter-if he slay not or be slain by Achilles. Shall he then seek to parley with the king of the Myrmidons, and offer to restore Helen to the sons of Atreus, and all the treasures Paris brought with her in his fleet to Troy? Perish all such thoughts-let them meet at
once in mortal combat, and leave the victory in the hands of Jove! So communed Hector with his own heart; nor can we imagine words more affecting than are Homer's in this place-in the divine skill of Genius, instructed by the nobility of nature. He shews us a hero struggling against fear-and at last overcome-taking to flight-and yet still a hero. Should any one deny it—he may depend upon it that he is himself a cowardand what is worse-a blockhead.
Not so thought Homer-not sc thought the immortal gods. They saw Hector flying before Achillesas flies a dove before a hawkfawn before a hound, 66 as trembling she skulks among the shrubs"-anc yet they despised him not-but they pitied the hero. The sire of god exclaimed
"Ah! I behold a warrior dear to me Around the walls of Ilium driven, an grieve
For Hector! who the thighs of fatter bulls
On yonder heights of Ida many-valed Burn'd oft to me, and in the heights c
But him Achilles, glorious chief, aroun The city walls of Priam now pursues. Think then, ye gods, delay not to decide Shall we preserve, or leave him now t fall,
Brave as he is, by Peleus' mighty son?'
So said Jupiter-and therefore it sig nifies nothing what says Jew Peter.
But we are hurried away by ou scorn of hypocrisy ;-look at Achil les ere Hector flies, and then at th Flight and the Pursuit, all of which you must be contented with in our prose-for we have not room always to quote all the great trans lators.
These (thoughts) he revolved while tarrying: but near to him came Achilles,
Over his right shoulder brandishing the Pelian spear
Terrible and around him shone the brass like to the flash
Of blazing fire, or of the rising sun.
Hector, therefore, when he saw (him), trembling seized, nor dared he
There remain, but left the gates, and flying went.
The son of Peleus, to his swift feet trusting, rushed after,
Like as a falcon on the mountains, the swiftest of birds,
Darts easily on a trembling dove:
But it flies aslant; and he near-at-hand shrill screaming,
Rushes frequently, and his appetite impels him to take her:
Thus eagerly indeed did he (Achilles) flee on him directly: trembling, fled Hector Under the walls of the Trojans, and plied his agile limbs.
But they past the prospect-mount and the wind-exposed fig-tree,
Arises from it, as from flaming fire.
But the other in summer even out-rushes, like to hail
The Trojan dames, and their daughters fair, were-wont-to-wash
The moment Homer's imagination
midons? It would have been most
"The son of Peleus, as he ran, his brows
So blent into one in his fiery spi-
Apollo still strove to save his be loved prince; but now, balancing his golden scales, Jove placed in each a lot-one Achilles, and one consigning Hector to the shades.
"Seized by the central hold, he poised the
Down went the fatal day of Hector, down
The blue-eyed Pallas exultingly cried to Achilles that he should return, "crowned with great glory, to the fleet of Greece," for that not even could the King of radiant shafts himself now save the life of Hector, not even were Apollo to roll himself in supplication at the feet of the
Thunderer. By her deceived, Hector turns and faces Achilles. The heroes
seem to our ears to speak well-thus in our Greek-resembling English
Thee no more, son of Peleus, shall I fly as before:
Thrice around Priam's mighty city have I fled, nor ever durst I
To withstand thee-slay I, or be slain.
But come now, call we the gods (to testify), for they the best
Not savagely will I dishonour thee, if to me Jupiter
Vouchsafe a steady-fought-victory (xaμpovíny), and I shall take away thy life:
Thy corse to the Greeks will I restore: do thou so likewise."
Him eyeing sternly, the swift-footed Achilles address'd
"Hector, thou never-to-be-forgotten one, speak not to me of covenants. As between lions and men there are no faithful covenants,→→
Nor have wolves and lambs a same-thinking disposition,
But perpetually are plotting evil to each other;
În like manner it cannot be that I and thou can have friendship, nor between us
Can covenants exist, until one of us prostrate
Shall satisfy with his blood Mars, the indefatigable warrior.
Call to mind (thy) every-kind of valour: much now it behoves thee
To be a combatant, and a doughty warrior.
There is no escape for thee more; thee forthwith Pallas Minerva
By my spear subdues: now at once shalt thou expiate all
The agonies of my companions-whom with the spear in thy fury thou did'st slay."
set fire to the fleet. It has been said
Achilles too rush'd forward, and his soul he fill'd with anger
Beautiful, Dædalean: with his shining helm he nodded
Four-coned, waved were the beautiful hairs
Of-gold, which in profusion Vulcan around the crest had placed.
Such as when among the stars at the milking-time of night comes forth the star
In like manner beam'd (the light) from the well-pointed spear which Achilles
Looking-into his beautiful body, where it might yield (to the spear-point) most easily.
So fell in Hector; and at him Achilles; his mind's fare
Was fierce and mighty; his shield cast a sun-like radiance;
Helm nodded; and his four plumes shook; and when he raised his lancé,
Nor less Achilles his fierce soul prepares;
Before his breast the flaming shield he bears,
* Vid, Milton" Hesperus, that led the starry host," &c.
Refulgent orb! Above his fourfold cone
Achilles opposite, with fellest ire,
Full-fraught came on; his shield, with various art
Thus Hector rush'd, and as he onward flew,
His casque, four-coned, the wonder of the God,
All the versions are very noble Chapman's the most so-then perhaps Sotheby's, which is more liberal than usual, but splendid;-but take your choice of the four, heroic reader of Homer. Such combat soon comes to a close. The "ashen beam"
is driven through his throat-but it takes not from Hector-now lying in the dust-the power of utterance. You must be contented with the colloquy in prose-perhaps it may be felt more touching so than in numerous verse."
In the dust, therefore, he fell, and over him gloried the illustrious Achilles,----
At the hollow ships was left behind
And have unnerved thy limbs: thee, indeed, the dogs and birds of prey
As gifts, which my father and my venerable mother will give thee;
But send home my body,that of a funeral pyre, me,
When dead, the Trojans and Trojan matrons may make a partaker."
Tim, eyeing sternly, the swift-footed Achilles, addressed!—
'Dog, me supplicate-not-embracing-my-knees, by my knees, nor by my parents. Fould that my rage and fury would by any means permit me
To chop and devour thy raw flesh, for what thou hast done to me.
No-not even if ten or twenty-fold-equally-great ransoms
Were they to bring hither and place (in the balance), and promise others besides : No, were he even to counterpoise thy body with gold,
Priam, the son of Dardanus;-not even thus should thy venerable mother,
Beware now, lest towards thee I become the subject of-anger to the gods
Brave though thou be, shall destroy in the Scæan gate."
Its fate bewailing in having left the robustness and vigour of youth.
"Die! fate will I then receive whenever
Jove may wish to bring it about, and the other immortal gods."
He said, and from the corpse he drew the brazen spear,
And placed it apart; and from his (Hector's) shoulders forced away his armour,
Who gazed-with-wonder on the size and the grand form
Of Hector: nor did any approach without-inflicting-a-wound (on the corpse);
"Ha! ha! assuredly much more gentle in being handled
the inexorable inflamed Achilles ?
Is Hector, than when he fired the fleet with glowing flames."
"Die Thou the first! when Jove and
I follow thee, he said, and stripp'd the slain."
And what must we say of the behaviour of the common soldiers? Eustathius tells us that Homer introduces them wounding the dead body of Hector, in order to mitigate the cruelties which Achilles exercises upon it; for if every common soldier takes a pride in giving him a wound, what insults may we not expect from
Pope, whose notes are almost all good, confesses himself unable to vindicate Homer in giving us such an idea of his countrymen; for what they say over Hector's body is a mean insult, and the stabs they give it are cowardly and barbarous. cannot deny the truth of Pope's remark. But vulgar souls-and there were many such, doubtless, who fought at Troy as well as at Waterloo -are subject to strange fits of vulgar passion; and their own mean nature will at times suddenly ooze out, repressed, for the most part, by the glorious deeds, looks, and words of the Heroes.. They misunderstood the character and conduct of Achilles. They beheld him triumphing, exulting, insulting, over Hector. But they knew not, neither could they conceive, the trouble of his soul-to them the flashings of his eyes were a mystery-they comprehended not, even in his agonies, his own sublime submission to the decrees of heaven. Seeing how," with visage all inflamed," Achilles" incensed stood," they caught the contagion of his ire-but the fever falling into baser blood, it boiled up in unworthy outrage; they grew sarcastic, and they stabbed, and lo! Hector lies beneath ther brutalities,
"Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pal!"