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Cly. Who would thine honesty of heart of gratulation, which they soon repeated examine,
Even to this royal house of Atreus' sons Need not look farther than thine eyes ! The same as we had seen the very fire Chor.
But what, Flaming on Ida-so certain and so swift What proof hast thou of this ? Is it quite These tiery messengers that first and last certain ?
Seem equal and the same ;-these are my Cly. Most certain, if no God is playing proofs, false!
The message by my husband sent from Chor. Was it persuasion of some nightly Troy!
vision ? Cly. No, no! I take no hints from
Clytemnestra leaves the Chorus once slumbering fancy !
more to their songs, which are intende Chor. Perhaps some rumour, new from ed to be notes of triumph; but their the nest, unfledged
melancholy forebodings still prevail, With truth's full pinion, may have daz. and they rather recur to the wretched zled thee!
circumstance of the departure of HeCly. Am I a silly girl in thy account? len, than dwell upon the seemingly Chor. When tell the city—tell me at glorious termination of the war which what time?
that sad event had occasioned. Cly. E'en in this night, now yielding to the beams
Chor. She followed him !-alas! in Of rising morn!
bitter hour, Chor. What speed could bring Leaving behind, for her own country's such message e ?
flower, Cly. The speed of Vulcan! He first Quick burnishing of shields and spears sent his blaze
all motionFrom Ida's top, and light from light con- Running to ships and ploughing the wild veyed
ocean! The message flame! Ida flashed forth the What did she bear to Ilium as her dower ? beam
Ruin to every house, temple, and tower ! To the Hermæan rock on Lemnus isle : Yea, when she passed beneath its lofty The island fire, successive, touched the top gate, Of Athos, hill of Jove, o'er the wide breast Prophetic sound Of Helles' sea, travelling with unchecked Seem'd muttering round
O city of the Gods! now comes thy fate ! E'en from its pitchy bosom pouring gold Yet none could speak Upon the waves, like to a rising sun Of that soft cheek Till on the watch towers of Macistus fell Downcast in silence, aught The streaming radiance nor that giant hill, That seein'd reproach !-Nor he she left As sunk in sleep, shunned to repeat the
Forgets her, seas between,-he seeks to His beacon too sent forth its blaze, and
In imitative statues solace-idle thought ! To those who watched beside the winding Can marble features, and blank vacancies,
shores Of Euripus--who lighted next their fires
Flash out the light of love like woman's Of crackling brushwood, (now on Grecian
eyes ? soil,)
And what avail his nightly dreams that And that blest light prevailing, nothing
A melancholy joy, still on the wing ? Poured its broad flame o'er all Asopus plain,
What though he seems to see her, when
his hands Like the full moon's wide glory--so it fell Upon Cithæron's ridge, who thence received
Would clasping reach where the fair phanThe office, and sent forth another herald,
tom stands, More powerful still than those before him
His sleep departing, she too flies with --winging
sleep! Ilis luminous speed over Gorgopis lake, They conclude with even expressing Till to the mount of Egiplanctus coming, their doubts as to the truth of the reHe left the mandate pot to scant the blaze. port which the Queen had made to So from that mountain streamed another them, when she returns, and informs
beard Of brilliant flame invincible bright cross
them that she sees a herald posting ing
towards the city, who, she supposes, The gulf Saronic, every promontory
is bringing confirmation of the joyful Tipping as on it passed- till to our neigh- intelligence. The herald enters, make bours
ing, as he advances, a very pathetic The Araclinacan hills it gave the beam address to his native land, to which
he had now again unexpectedly re- Longer to praise the people and their turned, after the absence of so many
leaders, years; and he concludes with formal And laud the Gods, prime authors of ly announcing, not only the destruction
these goods ? of Troy, but the near approach of Aga
Ye have what I would say ! memnon. The management of the poet The Chords at last seem on this occasion is very skilful, and, prised at the silence of the Queen ; when aided by the powers of the ac- and their reply to the herald rouses tor, must have had a wonderful effect. her at once from her reverie, and Clytemnestra, apparently taken by sur gives occasion for a very smooth, prise, and under the necessity of lay- though somewhat overdone, exertion ing her plans much more rapidly than of her powers of hypocrisy. she had expected, does not at first utter a word, but maintains one of those
Though scrupulous expressive silences for which Eschylus From aye, and anxious not to be too hasty has been so much admired in some
In giving credit even to good words, other instances. The dialogue pro
I now can have no doubts—but chief thy
tidings ceeds for some time between the He- Belong to Clytemnestra and this house, rald and the Chorus, who address him My joy best follows sympathy with theirs. with
Cly. What can I say, or in what words
shout out Chor. Hail from the army, herald of the Greeks !
My joy, which I have not before expendHer. I thank thee, ready now,
when the Gods please,
Soon as the flash of fame bursting on To die !
night Chor. Sayst thou so, smit with the love
Gave to my heart belief of Ilium's fall!
I credited the omen-though derided
As a weak woman, of an easy faith-
And when the wise said so, I somewhat
stumbled then goes on to mention the great Yet ordered sacrifices to the Gods sent
forth sufferings which the army had endured in the course of their long war
The noise of female shoutings through the fare.
While men and women crowded to the Her.
Then might I tell temples Of severe winters, when no bird could live, And fanned the sacred fires ! - What should Drifting from Ida its whole weight of snows; Or summer heats, when not a breeze would Or how with thee hold converse,_from my stir
husband The billowless sea sleeping before our eyes So soon expecting all the welcome tale ? In dazzling noontide ardours I might I hasten to prepare me for his coming, tell
The man beloved. Can there be greater joy But wherefore ?-'tis o'er now the dead, To heart of woman, than when absent long the dead
Amid the storms of war, some good God Feel not these toils beneath their quiet watching sod
O'er him-she beholds her lord again No murmurs come from them--nor need Open the latch of his own door?--so tell him!
Bid him come quickly to his longing city-O'er their past sufferings—then, for us who To her whom (i may say so) he will find live
Faithful as when he left her—a good Past sufferings swell the tide of present steward joys !
Over his house, e'en like a watch-dog, kind We have been gainers from them—seeing To the master, fierce to all intruders--no
thing Our country's sun once more-after long Different from what I was my marriage wandering
seal O'er many a sea and land !-I am com- Not broken, from the weary length of years! missioned
My joys have been with him-nor can reTo bring these spoils sent by the Grecian
Assailmy name pure metal-unalloyed! (Old ornaments they are of famous kings) To be hung up in temples of our Gods? Were it not that Clytemnestra had been When this you hear and see, can you re. taken a little off her guard, she profrain
bably would not have made such vio
lent protestations. The speech which dians, and which have not escaped the we shall see her afterwards make to animadversion of Mr Hume, in one of her husband is not at all overdone, his notes to his history, are scarcely but is most artfully natural. In all to be confounded with common quibthis variety of conduct, suited to the bles, and have not altogether an undifference of circumstances, this old pleasing effect. Mr Hume says, “The poet, it is apprehended, shows quite as name of Polynices, one of Edipus's much knowledge of human nature as sons, means, in the original, much any of his most celebrated successors. quarrelling. In the altercations be
On the departure of the Queen, the tween the two brothers in Eschylus, Chorus obscurely intimate, that, in Sophocles, and Euripides, this con
“ the lauly protests too ceit is employed; and it is remarkmuch," and that they do not quite give able that so poor a conundrum could credit to her strong assertions; and not be rejected by any of these three then proceed to make inquiries con- poets so justly celebrated for their cerning the fate of Menelaus and some taste and simplicity! What could of the other leaders. This introduces Shakespeare have done worse ?” Now, the following animated description of the circumstance that these quibbles a storm, which had scattered the navy are entirely on the meaning of proper on its return.
names, may serve as an apology for
them. As the names, in fact, have, Iler, It was night in general
, the meaning assigned When rose at once the billows--ship on ship Dashed with the fury of the Thracian them, it is not at all unnatural, even winds,
in circumstances of violent passion, Prow to prow butting in the storm, and that the imagination should seize upwheeling
on them, and regard them, perhaps, As drove the showery whirlwind_down in the light of omens, especially in they went
those stages of society in which very. Or scattered none knew where, the dizzy considerable importance seemed to be pilots
attached to names.
The sacred hisLosing their brains !-When rose the light tory affords innumerable instances of
of morn Refulgent o'er the Egean sea-where'er
this supposed importance, and occaIts wild breast heaved the corses of our
sional allusions, too, to the meanings friends
of names not at all unlike those of the And fragments of tlie ships, were seen to rise Greek tragedians. In the Chorus beBristling above the waves. Some God, fore us, Eschylus has probably pushincthinks,
ed this licence a little too far; he It was, by stcalth or by entreaty, guided gives us no less than three puns upon Our vessel safely through the perilous one poor lacly's name. * In the follow
ing imitation one only has been atE'en as he held the helm—man ne’er could tempted, but it is to be feared with a
do it! Howe'er it was such fortune smiled upon than even all his three.
still greater trespass against good taste
Whatever The harbour that received us was not either may be said of the quibble, however, The whirling bosom of the wave, nor breakers
it will scarcely be denied that the Upon the rocky shore ! Escaping thus
Chorus itself opens with a very fine The belly of hell, the chambers of the deep, lyrical spirit, which the translator onNow in calm weather, yet not confident ly regrets that it was not more in his In spirit, much we laboured in our thoughts power to transfuse. Upon our lost companions, vanished from us Like ashes in the wind !--Whoso still live
Chor. O hellish is her name and nature, No doubt, they deem of us, as we of them, Some foresight o'er his spirit came, That we have perished ! May the event to
Who first to that fair perjured creature, thein
Gave Helen for a name ! Prove alike prosperous !
Before her steps hell's caverns gaping
In tempest, combat, siege, and rapine, Another choral song follows, begin. Men, cities, fleets, have swallowcl, ning, in a very singular manner, with Since first smooth Zephyr filled her sails, a pun, which, although it cannot well And flying from her home and marriage. be translated, may yet be imitated. bed, It may be remarked here, that the She gave her wanton tresses to the gales! occasional plays upon words which are to be found in the Greek trage- * έλενας, έλανδρος, έλεπολις.
O keen upon her track pursuing, speech to him, nothing can well be A thousand ships their warriors bore
more finely represented than the col(Their flashing oars the waves bedewing) lected and well acted demonstration of On to the Trojan shore:
her virtue and affection, at the very Where Simois steals between his willows, At once they started from the billows,
moment that she has laid the plot for
his destruction. And wove the web of bloody strife:
In truth, the chaThen Ilium felt the wrath divine,
racter of Clytemnestra is quite a masAnd cursed the hour when that perfidious terpiece; and it really may be doubtwife
ed whether there is any thing in Mingled her ill-starred name with Priam's Shakespeare himself superior to it. line.
Lady Macbeth does not equal the wife In one of the following stanzas there
of Agamemnon in the coolness and is another very interesting picture of protraction of her duplicity; and
at this misguided woman, of whom, in last, when the horrible deed is perimitation of the kind-hearted Homer, petrated, the burst of atrocious trithe
Greek poets are always disposed umph, in which she gives vent to her to speak tenderly:
stormy feelings, comes out with a
much more wonderful effect from And who could think that soul of beauty the deep restraint under which she That lightened o'er her loveliest face, had been so long forced to retain Seeming the very shrine of duty
them. It has been already remarked, Of royal rank the grace Could think those eyes so sweetly beaming many intimations that all is not right
that the poet, although he gives us On every heart their soft light streaming, Were quivers full of poisoned darts ?
with Clytemnestra, yet wishes us to Ah! yet accurst these marriage vows !
be in some measure imposed upon by The hospitable God to her imparts
her; and her character, opening upon His vengeance: an Erynnys this fair us by degrees, is much more impresspouse!
sive than if we were let into it at once. The concluding stanza of this fine Not the slightest hint is given us of her ode almost rises to a strain of Christs intentions; she never speaks a word ian morality, and presents us with a
aside, (a very inartificial and clumsy view of humble happiness which ra- mode, surely, of making the audience ther reminds us of the pictures of our acquainted with the covert designs of own Burns, than seeins to flow from the dramatic personages,) but we fol. the clouded inspirations of a Heathen low exactly the course of the feelings poet.
of those who are supposed to be really Not so the life, howe'er obscurely
spectators of her conduct.
The more Passed in the hovel's smoky gloom,
that the management of the great If Virtue light her lamp, that purely
Father of the Drama, in this partiThe cottage can illume?
cular, is studied, the more, it may be While from the gilded roofs retiring, suggested, might dramatic poets learn Where Pride with unclean hands aspiring, of the true method of bringing out Climbs to some glittering false reward both their incidents and their charasShe passes on to holier home,
The following is a specimen of Cheering the peasant's lot, though seeming this scene, in which the treachgrous
queen receives her good-natured and Darkening the columns of the lordly dome !
unsuspecting husband : On the conclusion of this choral
Cly. Now the fountains of my tears are song, Agamemnon himself makes his dried, entreé in a triumphal car, and with And not a drop remains ! These eyes, in. a train of captives behind him. We deed, see very little of him, but what we Are damaged with long watching, while
impresses us in his favour. He comes in triumphant, indeed, but Wore out the idle torches all night long is full of gratitude to the Gods; his Or if at times I slept--how oft 1 started head, in short, does not seem to be at
From unsound slumbers, at the passing
hum all turned by his good fortune, and
Or motion of a gnat--while in my dreams aware both of the envy and
Were crowded horrible visions of thy fate. of the hazards attending any extrava- Outnumbering far the moments of my gant displays of success. He is much sleep! averse to an exhibition of this kind, O from these sufferings, which I bore in siwhich Clytemnestra proposes. In her
he is fully
What shall I say now, that relieved, I meet dered every thing respecting Scottish My bosom's lord—what shall I deem of gypsies of extreme interest; it is prehim!
sumed, that the following details reIs he not to my peace, as to the fold The shepherd's dog--the cable to the ship- tess with the king of that dusky band,
garding the elopement of a fair counThe column to the temple--to the father An only sonland rising, out of hope,
will prove not unacceptable to the Before the storm-tossed mariners--the beam generality of our readers. Of sunshine breaking on the wintry storm
John, sixth Earl of Cassillis, comOr fountain to the thirsty traveller ?
monly termed “the grave and solemn O happiness to scape from violent woe Earl," married to his first wife Lady That could not but be borne! O may bo Jean Hamilton, daughter of Thomas, envy
first Earl of Haddington. It is said, Its malice interpose to blight the joy that this match took place contrary to Of these dear salutations--I have had the inclinations of the young lady, My share of evil ! —Come then, my lov'd whose affections had been previously
lord Alight thee from thy chariot-yet one mo
engaged by a certain Sir John Faa ot
Dunbar, who was neither grave nor Stay-place not that conquering foot that solemn, and moreover, much handtrode
somer than his successful rival. While The dust of fallen Troy, on vulgar ground !
Lord Cassillis, who, by the way, was Where are ye, my attendants 2 Gave I not a very zealous Puritan, was absent on Command that carpets of rich purple grain some mission from the Scottish Par. Should shroud the passage from the con- liament to that of England, Sir John, queror's car
with his followers, repaired to CasTo his unlooked for home ?--Aye, let them sillis, where the young lady then reblaze
sided, and persuaded her to elope with Beneath his glorious steps !-Nor doubt him to England. As ill luck would my care
have it, the Earl returned home beHath ordered all within to correspond !
fore the lovers could cross the Border Ag. Daughter of Leda-leave to others, love,
-pursued and overtook them and To trumpet out my praises—nor receive me in the conflict all the masquerade With female luxury —as I were some chief gypsies were slain save one, and the Barbarian_before whom heads must duck weeping Countess brought back to her down
husband's mansion, where she reAnd lick the dust, clamouring their shouts mained till a dungeon was prepared of folly !
for her near the village of Maybole, Strew not my paths with gaudy carpeting- wherein she languished for the short Footing unsate for men these are the remainder of her life in humble sore honours
row and devotion. For the processions of the Gods: Shall 1, A mortal, tread upon the varied pride
This is one edition of the story, still Of ornaments like these ? I should dread very current in the county where the doing it !
elopement took place ; but it is not Give me the honours of a man-I affect supported by the tenor of the ballad, Not Deity--nor does my fame depend which was composed by the only surOn footcloths, howe'er bright in Tyrian viving ravisher, and is contradicted dye!
by a number of those who still recite Thank heaven-I know myself—no trivial the verses ; indeed, a very numerous gift
jury of matrons, “ spinsters and knitI seek no happiness beyond the present,
ters in the sun," pronounce the fair Or greater glory---so it be granted me
Countess guilty of having eloped with To my life's end. (To be continued.)
a genuine gypsey, though compelled in some degree to that low-lived indiscretion by certain wicked charms and
philtres, of which Faa and his party JOHNNIE FAA, THE GYPSEY CHIEF,
are said to have possessed the secret.
It is recorded in the ballad itself, that * Nupta Senatori comitata est Hippia ludium
" She gave to them the good wheat bread, Ad Pharon, et Nilum."
And they gave her the ginger"-
which doubtless contained some drug As the author of the admirable ro- to enforce love. At that time the bemance of Guy Mannering has ren« lief in the power of such philtres was
AND THE COUNTESS OF CASSILLIS.