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he _Valkyrs_; and then that these _Choosers_ lead the brave to a heavenly _Hall of Odin_; only the base and slavish being thrust elsewhither; into the realms of Hela the Death…goddess:  I take this to have been the soul of the whole Norse Belief。  They understood in their heart that it was indispensable to be brave; that Odin would have no favor for them; but despise and thrust them out; if they were not brave。 Consider too whether there is not something in this!  It is an everlasting duty; valid in our day as in that; the duty of being brave。  _Valor_ is still _value_。  The first duty for a man is still that of subduing _Fear_。 We must get rid of Fear; we cannot act at all till then。  A man's acts are slavish; not true but specious; his very thoughts are false; he thinks too as a slave and coward; till he have got Fear under his feet。  Odin's creed; if we disentangle the real kernel of it; is true to this hour。  A man shall and must be valiant; he must march forward; and quit himself like a man;trusting imperturbably in the appointment and _choice_ of the upper Powers; and; on the whole; not fear at all。  Now and always; the completeness of his victory over Fear will determine how much of a man he is。

It is doubtless very savage that kind of valor of the old Northmen。  Snorro tells us they thought it a shame and misery not to die in battle; and if natural death seemed to be coming on; they would cut wounds in their flesh; that Odin might receive them as warriors slain。  Old kings; about to die; had their body laid into a ship; the ship sent forth; with sails set and slow fire burning it; that; once out at sea; it might blaze up in flame; and in such manner bury worthily the old hero; at once in the sky and in the ocean!  Wild bloody valor; yet valor of its kind; better; I say; than none。  In the old Sea…kings too; what an indomitable rugged energy! Silent; with closed lips; as I fancy them; unconscious that they were specially brave; defying the wild ocean with its monsters; and all men and things;progenitors of our own Blakes and Nelsons!  No Homer sang these Norse Sea…kings; but Agamemnon's was a small audacity; and of small fruit in the world; to some of them;to Hrolf's of Normandy; for instance! Hrolf; or Rollo Duke of Normandy; the wild Sea…king; has a share in governing England at this hour。

Nor was it altogether nothing; even that wild sea…roving and battling; through so many generations。  It needed to be ascertained which was the _strongest_ kind of men; who were to be ruler over whom。  Among the Northland Sovereigns; too; I find some who got the title _Wood…cutter_; Forest…felling Kings。  Much lies in that。  I suppose at bottom many of them were forest…fellers as well as fighters; though the Skalds talk mainly of the latter;misleading certain critics not a little; for no nation of men could ever live by fighting alone; there could not produce enough come out of that!  I suppose the right good fighter was oftenest also the right good forest…feller;the right good improver; discerner; doer and worker in every kind; for true valor; different enough from ferocity; is the basis of all。  A more legitimate kind of valor that; showing itself against the untamed Forests and dark brute Powers of Nature; to conquer Nature for us。 In the same direction have not we their descendants since carried it far? May such valor last forever with us!

That the man Odin; speaking with a Hero's voice and heart; as with an impressiveness out of Heaven; told his People the infinite importance of Valor; how man thereby became a god; and that his People; feeling a response to it in their own hearts; believed this message of his; and thought it a message out of Heaven; and him a Divinity for telling it them: this seems to me the primary seed…grain of the Norse Religion; from which all manner of mythologies; symbolic practices; speculations; allegories; songs and sagas would naturally grow。  Grow;how strangely!  I called it a small light shining and shaping in the huge vortex of Norse darkness。  Yet the darkness itself was _alive_; consider that。  It was the eager inarticulate uninstructed Mind of the whole Norse People; longing only to become articulate; to go on articulating ever farther!  The living doctrine grows; grows;like a Banyan…tree; the first _seed_ is the essential thing: any branch strikes itself down into the earth; becomes a new root; and so; in endless complexity; we have a whole wood; a whole jungle; one seed the parent of it all。  Was not the whole Norse Religion; accordingly; in some sense; what we called 〃the enormous shadow of this man's likeness〃? Critics trace some affinity in some Norse mythuses; of the Creation and such like; with those of the Hindoos。  The Cow Adumbla; 〃licking the rime from the rocks;〃 has a kind of Hindoo look。  A Hindoo Cow; transported into frosty countries。  Probably enough; indeed we may say undoubtedly; these things will have a kindred with the remotest lands; with the earliest times。  Thought does not die; but only is changed。  The first man that began to think in this Planet of ours; he was the beginner of all。  And then the second man; and the third man;nay; every true Thinker to this hour is a kind of Odin; teaches men _his_ way of thought; spreads a shadow of his own likeness over sections of the History of the World。


Of the distinctive poetic character or merit of this Norse Mythology I have not room to speak; nor does it concern us much。  Some wild Prophecies we have; as the _Voluspa_ in the _Elder Edda_; of a rapt; earnest; sibylline sort。  But they were comparatively an idle adjunct of the matter; men who as it were but toyed with the matter; these later Skalds; and it is _their_ songs chiefly that survive。  In later centuries; I suppose; they would go on singing; poetically symbolizing; as our modern Painters paint; when it was no longer from the innermost heart; or not from the heart at all。  This is everywhere to be well kept in mind。

Gray's fragments of Norse Lore; at any rate; will give one no notion of it;any more than Pope will of Homer。  It is no square…built gloomy palace of black ashlar marble; shrouded in awe and horror; as Gray gives it us: no; rough as the North rocks; as the Iceland deserts; it is; with a heartiness; homeliness; even a tint of good humor and robust mirth in the middle of these fearful things。  The strong old Norse heart did not go upon theatrical sublimities; they had not time to tremble。  I like much their robust simplicity; their veracity; directness of conception。  Thor 〃draws down his brows〃 in a veritable Norse rage; 〃grasps his hammer till the _knuckles grow white_。〃  Beautiful traits of pity too; an honest pity。 Balder 〃the white God〃 dies; the beautiful; benignant; he is the Sungod。 They try all Nature for a remedy; but he is dead。  Frigga; his mother; sends Hermoder to seek or see him:  nine days and nine nights he rides through gloomy deep valleys; a labyrinth of gloom; arrives at the Bridge with its gold roof:  the Keeper says; 〃Yes; Balder did pass here; but the Kingdom of the Dead is down yonder; far towards the North。〃  Hermoder rides on; leaps Hell…gate; Hela's gate; does see Balder; and speak with him: Balder cannot be delivered。  Inexorable!  Hela will not; for Odin or any God; give him up。  The beautiful and gentle has to remain there。  His Wife had volunteered to go with him; to die with him。  They shall forever remain there。  He sends his ring to Odin; Nanna his wife sends her _thimble_ to Frigga; as a remembrance。Ah me!

For indeed Valor is the fountain of Pity too;of Truth; and all that is great and good in man。  The robust homely vigor of the Norse heart attaches one much; in these delineations。  Is it not a trait of right honest strength; says Uhland; who has written a fine _Essay_ on Thor; that the old Norse heart finds its friend in the Thunder…god?  That it is not frightened away by his thunder; but finds that Summer…heat; the beautiful noble summer; must and will have thunder withal!  The Norse heart _loves_ this Thor and his hammer…bolt; sports with him。  Thor is Summer…heat:  the god of Peaceable Industry as well as Thunder。  He is the Peasant's friend; his true henchman and attendant is Thialfi; _Manual Labor_。  Thor himself engages in all manner of rough manual work; scorns no business for its plebeianism; is ever and anon travelling to the country of the Jotuns; harrying those chaotic Frost…monsters; subduing them; at least straitening and damaging them。  There is a great broad humor in some of these things。

Thor; as we saw above; goes to Jotun…land; to seek Hymir's Caldron; that the Gods may brew beer。  Hymir the huge Giant enters; his gray beard all full of hoar…frost; splits pillars with the very glance of his eye; Thor; after much rough tumult; snatches the Pot; claps it on his head; the 〃handles of it reach down to his heels。〃  The Norse Skald has a kind of loving sport with Thor。  This is the Hymir whose cattle; the critics have discovered; are Icebergs。  Huge untutored Brobdignag genius;needing only to be tamed down; into Shakspeares; Dantes; Goethes!  It is all gone now; that old Norse work;Thor the Thunder…god changed into Jack the Giant…killer:  but the mind that made it is here yet。  How strangely things gro

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