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  dangers may present themselves." Iulus and the other chiefs were moved to tears, and

  promised to do all his request. "Your mother shall be mine," said Iulus, "and all that I

  have promised to you shall be made good to her, if you do not return to receive it."

  The two friends left the camp and plunged at once into the midst of the enemy.

  They found no watch, no sentinels posted, but all about, the sleeping soldiers strewn

  on the grass and among the wagons. The laws of war at that early day did not forbid a

  brave man to slay a sleeping foe, and the two Trojans slew, as they passed, such of

  the enemy as they could without exciting alarm. In one tent Euryalus made prize of a

  helmet brilliant with gold and plumes. They had passed through the enemy's ranks

  without being discovered, but now suddenly appeared a troop directly in front of them,

  which, under Volscens, their leader, were approaching the camp. The glittering helmet

  of Euryalus caught their attention, and Volscens hailed the two, and demanded who

  and whence they were. They made no answer, but plunged into the wood. The

  horsemen scattered in all directions to intercept their flight. Nisus had eluded pursuit

  and was out of danger, but Euryalus being missing he turned back to seek him. He

  again entered the wood and soon came within sound of voices. Looking through the

  thicket he saw the whole band surrounding Euryalus with noisy questions. What

  should he do! how extricate the youth! or would it be better to die with him?

  Raising his eyes to the moon which now shone clear, he said, "Goddess! favor

  my effort!" and aiming his javelin at one of the leaders of the troop, struck him in the

  back and stretched him on the plain with a death-blow. In the midst of their

  amazement another weapon flew and another of the party fell dead. Volscens, the

  leader, ignorant whence the darts came, rushed sword in hand upon Euryalus. "You

  shall pay the penalty of both," he said, and would have plunged the sword into his

  bosom, when Nisus, who from his concealment saw the peril of his friend, rushed

  forward exclaiming, "'Twas I, 'twas I; turn your swords against me, Rutulians; I did it;

  he only followed me as a friend." While he spoke the sword fell, and pierced the

  comely bosom of Euryalus. His head fell over on his shoulder, like a flower cut down

  by the plough Nisus rushed upon Volscens and plunged his sword into his body, and

  was himself slain on the instant by numberless blows.

  Mezentius.

  Aeneas, with his Etrurian allies, arrived on the scene of action in time to rescue

  his beleaguered camp; and now the two armies being nearly equal in strength, the war

  began in good earnest. We cannot find space for all the details, but must simply

  record the fate of the principal characters whom we have introduced to our readers.

  The tyrant Mezentius, finding himself engaged against his revolted subjects, raged like

  a wild beast. He slew all who dared to withstand him, and put the multitude to flight

  wherever he appeared. At last he encountered Aeneas, and the armies stood still to

  see the issue. Mezentius threw his spear, which striking Aeneas's shield glanced off

  and hit Anthor. He was a Grecian by birth, who had left Argos, his native city, and

  followed Evander into Italy. The poet says of him with simple pathos which has made

  the words proverbial, "He fell, unhappy, by a wound intended for another, looked up to

  the skies, and dying remembered sweet Argos." ^* Aeneas now in turn hurled his

  lance. It pierced the shield of Mezentius, and wounded him in the thigh. Lausus, his

  son, could not bear the sight, but rushed forward and interposed himself, while the

  followers pressed round Mezentius and bore him away. Aeneas held his sword

  suspended over Lausus and delayed to strike, but the furious youth pressed on and he

  was compelled to deal the fatal blow. Lausus fell, and Aeneas bent over him in pity.

  "Hapless youth," he said, "what can I do for you worthy of your praise? Keep those

  arms in which you glory, and fear not but that your body shall be restored to your

  friends, and have due funeral honors." So saying, he called the timid followers and

  delivered the body into their hands.

  [Footnote *: See Proverbial Expressions, page 479.]

  Mezentius meanwhile had been borne to the river-side, and washed his wound.

  Soon the news reached him of Lausus's death, and rage and despair supplied the

  place of strength. He mounted his horse and dashed into the thickest of the fight,

  seeking Aeneas. Having found him, he rode round him in a circle, throwing one javelin

  after another, while Aeneas stood fenced with his shield, turning every way to meet

  them. At last, after Mezentius had three times made the circuit, Aeneas threw his

  lance directly at the horse's head. It pierced his temples and he fell, while a shout from

  both armies rent the skies. Mezentius asked no mercy, but only that his body might be

  spared the insults of his revolted subjects, and be buried in the same grave with his

  son. He received the fatal stroke not unprepared, and poured out his life and his blood

  together.

  Pallas, Camilla, Turnus.

  While these things were doing in one part of the field, in another Turnus

  encountered the youthful Pallas. The contest between champions so unequally

  matched could not be doubtful. Pallas bore himself bravely, but fell by the lance of

  Turnus. The victor almost relented when he saw the brave youth lying dead at his

  feet, and spared to use the privilege of a conqueror in despoiling him of his arms. The

  belt only, adorned with studs and carvings of gold, he took and clasped round his own

  body. The rest he remitted to the friends of the slain.

  After the battle there was a cessation of arms for some days to allow both armies

  to bury their dead. In this interval Aeneas challenged Turnus to decide the contest by

  single combat, but Turnus evaded the challenge. Another battle ensued, in which

  Camilla, the virgin warrior, was chiefly conspicuous. Her deeds of valor surpassed

  those of the bravest warriors, and many Trojans and Etruscans fell pierced with her

  darts or struck down by her battleaxe. At last an Etruscan named Aruns, who had

  watched her long, seeking for some advantage, observed her pursuing a flying enemy

  whose splendid armor offered a tempting prize. Intent on the chase she observed not

  her danger, and the javelin of Aruns struck her and inflicted a fatal wound. She fell

  and breathed her last in the arms of her attendant maidens. But Diana, who beheld her

  fate, suffered not her slaughter to be unavenged. Aruns, as he stole away, glad but

  frightened, was struck by a secret arrow, launched by one of the nymphs of Diana's

  train, and died ignobly and unknown.

  At length the final conflict took place between Aeneas and Turnus. Turnus had

  avoided the contest as long as he could, but at last impelled by the ill success of his

  arms, and by the murmurs of his followers, he braced himself to the conflict. It could

  not be doubtful. On the side of Aeneas were the expressed decree of destiny, the aid

  of his goddess-mother at every emergency, and impenetrable armor fabricated by

  Vulcan, at her request, for her son. Turnus, on the other hand, was deserted by his

  celestial allies, Juno having been expressly forbidden by Jupi
ter to assist him any

  longer. Turnus threw his lance, but it recoiled harmless from the shield of Aeneas. The

  Trojan hero then threw his, which penetrated the shield of Turnus, and pierced his

  thigh. Then Turnus's fortitude forsook him and he begged for mercy; and Aeneas

  would have given him his life, but at the instant his eye fell on the belt of Pallas, which

  Turnus had taken from the slaughtered youth. Instantly his rage revived, and

  exclaiming, "Pallas immolates thee with this blow," he thrust him through with his

  sword.

  Here the poem of the Aeneid closes, and we are left to infer that Aeneas, having

  triumphed over his foes, obtained Lavinia for his bride. Tradition adds that he founded

  his city, and called it after her name, Lavinium. His son Iulus founded Alba Longa,

  which was the birthplace of Romulus and Remus, and the cradle of Rome itself.

  There is an allusion to Camilla in those well-known lines of Pope, in which,

  illustrating the rule that "the sound should be an echo to the sense," he says, -

  When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,

  The line too labors and the words move slow.

  Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain,

  Flies o'er th' unbending corn or skims along the main."

  Essay on Criticism

  Chapter XXXIV: Pythagoras - Egyptian Deities - Oracles

  Pythagoras.

  The teachings of Anchises to Aeneas, respecting the nature of the human soul,

  were in conformity with the doctrines of the Pythagoreans. Pythagoras (born five

  hundred and forty years B. C.) was a native of the island of Samos, but passed the

  chief portion of his life at Crotona in Italy. He is therefore sometimes called "the

  Samian," and sometimes "the philosopher of Crotona." When young he travelled

  extensively, and it is said visited Egypt, where he was instructed by the priests in all

  their learning, and afterwards journeyed to the East, and visited the Persian and

  Chaldean Magi, and the Brahmins of India.

  At Crotona, where he finally established himself, his extraordinary qualities

  collected round him a great number of disciples. The inhabitants were notorious for

  luxury and licentiousness, but the good effects of his influence were soon visible.

  Sobriety and temperance succeeded. Six hundred of the inhabitants became his

  disciples and enrolled themselves in a society to aid each other in the pursuit of

  wisdom; uniting their property in one common stock, for the benefit of the whole. They

  were required to practise the greatest purity and simplicity of manners. The first

  lesson they learned was silence; for a time they were required to be only hearers. "He

  [Pythagoras] said so," (Ipse dixit,) was to be held by them as sufficient, without any

  proof. It was only the advanced pupils, after years of patient submission, who were

  allowed to ask questions and to state objections.

  Pythagoras considered numbers as the essence and principle of all things, and

  attributed to them a real and distinct existence; so that in his view, they were the

  elements out of which the universe was constructed. How he conceived this process

  has never been satisfactorily explained. He traced the various forms and phenomena

  of the world to numbers as their basis and essence. The "Monad" or unit he regarded

  as the source of all numbers. The number Two was imperfect, and the cause of

  increase and division. Three was called the number of the whole because it had a

  beginning, middle, and end; Four, representing the square, is in the highest degree

  perfect; and Ten, as it contains the sum of the four prime numbers, comprehends all

  musical and arithmetical proportions, and denotes the system of the world.

  As the numbers proceed from the monad, so he regarded the pure and simple

  essence of the Deity, as the source of all the forms of nature. Gods, demons and

  heroes are emanations of the Supreme, and there is a fourth emanation, the human

  soul. This is immortal, and when freed from the fetters of the body, passes to the

  habitation of the dead, where it remains till it returns to the world, to dwell in some

  other human or animal body, and at last when sufficiently purified, it returns to the

  source from which it proceeded. This doctrine of the transmigration of souls,

  (metempsychosis,) which was originally Egyptian and connected with the doctrine of

  reward and punishment of human actions, was the chief cause why the Pythagoreans

  killed no animals. Ovid represents Pythagoras addressing his disciples in these words:

  "Souls never die, but always on quitting one abode, pass to another. I myself can

  remember that in the time of the Trojan war I was Euphorbus, the son of Panthus, and

  fell by the spear of Menelaus. Lately being in the temple of Juno, at Argos, I

  recognized my shield hung up there among the trophies. All things change, nothing

  perishes. The soul passes hither and thither, occupying now this body, now that,

  passing from the body of a beast into that of a man, and thence to a beast's again. As

  wax is stamped with certain figures, then melted, then stamped anew with others, yet

  is always the same wax, so the soul, being always the same, yet wears, at different

  times, different forms. Therefore, if the love of kindred is not extinct in your bosoms,

  forbear, I entreat you, to violate the life of those who may haply be your own relatives."

  Shakspeare, in the Merchant of Venice, makes Gratiano allude to the

  metempsychosis, where he says to Shylock, -

  "Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith,

  To hold opinion with Pythagoras,

  That souls of animals infuse themselves

  Into the trunks of men; thy currish spirit

  Governed a wolf; who hanged for human slaughter

  Infused his soul in thee; for thy desires

  Are wolfish, bloody, starved and ravenous."

  The relation of the notes of the musical scale to numbers, whereby harmony

  results from vibrations in equal times, and discord from the reverse, led Pythagoras to

  apply the word "harmony" to the visible creation, meaning by it the just adaptation of

  parts to each other. This is the idea which Dryden expresses in the beginning of his

  Song for St. Cecilia's Day: -

  "From harmony, from heavenly harmony

  This everlasting frame began;

  From harmony to harmony

  Through all the compass of the notes it ran,

  The Diapason closing full in Man."

  In the centre of the universe (he taught) there was a central fire, the principle of

  life. The central fire was surrounded by the earth, the moon, the sun, and the five

  planets. The distances of the various heavenly bodies from one another were conceived

  to correspond to the proportions of the musical scale. The heavenly bodies, with the

  gods who inhabited them, were supposed to perform a choral dance round the central

  fire, "not without song." It is this doctrine which Shakspeare alludes to when he makes

  Lorenzo teach astronomy to Jessica in this fashion: -

  "Look, Jessica, see how the floor of heaven

  Is thick inlaid with pattens of bright gold!

  There's not the smallest orb that thou behold'st

  But in his motion like an angel sings,

  Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim;

  Such harmony is in immortal souls!

  But whilst this mu
ddy vesture of decay

  Doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it."

  Merchant of Venice.

  The spheres were conceived to be crystalline or glassy fabrics arranged over one

  another like a nest of bowls reversed. In the substance of each sphere one or more of

  the heavenly bodies was supposed to be fixed, so as to move with it. As the spheres

  are transparent we look through them and see the heavenly bodies which they contain

  and carry round with them. But as these spheres cannot move on one another without

  friction, a sound is thereby produced which is of exquisite harmony, too fine for mortal

  ears to recognize. Milton, in his Hymn to the Nativity, thus alludes to the music of the

  spheres:

  "Ring out, ye crystal spheres!

  Once bless our human ears;

  (If ye have power to charm our senses so;)

  And let your silver chime

  Move in melodious time,

  And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow;

  And with your ninefold harmony

  Make up full concert with the angelic symphony."

  Pythagoras is said to have invented the lyre. Our own poet Longfellow, in Verses

  to a Child, thus relates the story: -

  "As great Pythagoras of yore,

  Standing beside the blacksmith's door,

  And hearing the hammers as they smote

  The anvils with a different note,

  Stole from the varying tones that hung

  Vibrant on every iron tongue,

  The secret of the sounding wire,

  And formed the seven-chorded lyre."

  See also the same poet's Occultation of Orion.

  "The Samian's great Aeolian lyre."

  Sybaris And Crotona.

  Sybaris, a neighboring city to Crotona, was as celebrated for luxury and

  effeminacy as Crotona for the reverse. The name has become proverbial. J. R. Lowell

  uses it in this sense in his charming little poem, - To the Dandelion:

 

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