OF FAME. BLOW the trumpet, spread the wing, fling thy scroll upon the sky, Cloaked and cowled, and gliding along, a cold and stealthy shadow, So all is still again; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten; [his, For this conquerors, regicides, and rebels, have dared their perilous crimes. * Eratostratus fired the temple of Diana at Ephesus, solely to make himself a name; the incendiary certainly succeeded, for he has come down to our times famous (if in no other way) at least for his criminal and foolish love of notoriety. Pythagoras induced the vulgar to believe in his supernatural qualifications, by immuring himself in a cavernous pit for months, whence returning with a ghastly aspect, he gave out that he had been a visiter in Hades. As for Empedocles, few cannot have heard that he leaped into Ætna to make the world imagine that he had vanished from its surface as a god: unluckily, however, the volcano disgorged one of the philosopher's sandals, and proved at once the manner of his death and the quality of his mind; ex pede Herculem. FOR fame is a sweet self-homage, an offering grateful to the idol, And the manifold pleasures of fame are sought by the guilty and the good; The thoughtful, loveth fame as an earnest of better immortality; The selfish, as a promise of advancement, at least to a man's own kin, And common minds, as a flattering fact that men have been told of their existence. THERE is a blameless love of fame, springing from desire of justice, When a man hath featly won and fairly claimed his honours: [merit, And then fame cometh as encouragement to the inward consciousness of Gladdening by the kindliness and thanks wherewithal his labours are But there is a sordid imitation, a feverish thirst for notoriety, [rewarded. Waiting upon vanity and sloth, and utterly regardless of deserving; And then fame cometh as a curse; the fire-damp is gathered in the mine; The soul is swelled with poisonous air, and a spark of temptation shall explode it. IDLE causes, noised awhile, shall yield most active consequents, And many have been wrecked upon disgrace, and have struggled with poverty and scorn, From envious hints and ill reports-the slanders cast on innocence. "Casar's wife."] Pompeia, third wife of Julius Cæsar, and divorced from him, according to Plutarch, solely because "he would have the chastity of Cæsar's wife free even from suspicion." And Rumor, in temporary things, is gigantic as a ruin or a remedy: NEVERTHELESS, if opportunity be nought, let a man bide his time; So the matter be not merchandise nor conquest, fear thou less for character. If a liar accuseth thee of evil, be not swift to answer; [afterward: Yea, rather give him license for a while; it shall help thine honour Never yet was calumny engendered, but good men speedily discerned it, And innocence hath burst from its injustice, as the green world rolling out of Chaos. What though still the wicked scoff, this also turneth to his praise; [unanswering; false, And cannot help but reverence the courage that walketh amid calumnies He standeth as a gallant chief, unheeding shot or shell; [harm him. He trusted in God his Judge; neither arrows nor the pestilence shall A HIGH heart is a sacrifice to Heaven; should it stoop among the creepers [ure is eternal. The heir need not hasten to his heritage, when he knoweth that his ten- SMOKING flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world; Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness for shame; Shall win the prize of his presumption, and be hooted from his throne among the stars. For as the shadow of a mountain lengtheneth before the setting sun, Until that screening Alp have darkened all the canton So, Fame groweth to its great ones; their images loom larger in departing; But the shadow of mind is light and earth is filled with its glory. AND thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, thy motive; Or the rust of disheartening reserve shall spoil the lustre of thy gold, Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass; Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts, And turn to charge the theft on thee, a pilferer from them! THERE is a magnanimity in recklessness of fame, so fame be well deserving, * Momus, a typification of the force of ridicule, was once counted among the hierarchs of heathen mythology; but, as he made game of every one, he never found a friend; and when, at length, in a gush of hypercriticism, he presumed to censure the peerless Mother of Beauty for awkwardness in walking, the enraged celestials flung him from their sphere, and sent the fallen spirit down to men. But the hare, afraid to feed, croucheth in its own soft form; His neck is strong with confidence, and he goeth tusked with power; But there is a mimic Talent, whose safety lieth in its quickness, He is a poor warder of his fame, who is ever on the watch to keep it spotless; Such care argueth debility, a garrison relying on its sentinel. Passive strength shall scorn excuses, patiently waiting a reaction; But fretful weakness hasteth to explain, anxiously dreading prejudice, PURITY of motive and nobility of mind shall rarely condescend To prove its rights and prate of wrongs, or evidence its worth to others. What jealous friends, or envious foes, or common fools may judge. Or an eagle be stopped in his career to punish the petulance of sparrows? Should the palm-tree bend his crown to chide the brier at his feet, Nor kindly help its climbing, if it hope, and be ambitious? Should the nightingale account it worth her pains to vindicate her music Before some sorry finches, that affect to judge of song? No: many an injustice, many a sneer, and slur, Is passed aside with noble scorn by lovers of true fame: For well they wot that glory shall be tinctured, good or evil, [skin: By the character of those who give it, as wine is flavoured by the wine- For the great mind well may be sad to note such littleness in brethren, |