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ic; 〃Aitia;〃 in four books; on the causes of the myths; religious ceremonies; and so forthan ominous sign for the myths also; and the belief in them; also a Hecate; Galataea; Glaucusfour epics; besides comedies; tragedies; iambics; choriambics; elegies; hymns; epigrams seventy…threeand of these last alone can we say that they are in any degree readable; and they are courtly; far…fetched; neat; and that is all。  Six hymns remain; and a few fragments of the elegies:  but the most famous elegy; on Berenice's hair; is preserved to us only in a Latin paraphrase of Catullus。  It is curious; as the earliest instance we have of genuinely ungenuine Court poetry; and of the complimentary lie which does not even pretend to be true; the flattery which will not take the trouble to prevent your seeing that it is laughing in your face。

Berenice the queen; on Ptolemy's departure to the wars; vows her beautiful tresses to her favourite goddess; as the price of her husband's safe return; and duly pays her vow。  The hair is hung up in the temple:  in a day or two after it has vanished。  Dire is the wrath of Ptolemy; the consternation of the priests; the scandal to religion; when Conon; the court…astronomer; luckily searching the heavens; finds the missing tresses in an utterly unexpected placeas a new constellation of stars; which to this day bears the title of Coma Berenices。  It is so convenient to believe the fact; that everybody believes it accordingly; and Callimachus writes an elegy thereon; in which the constellified; or indeed deified tresses; address in most melodious and highly…finished Greek; bedizened with concetto on concetto; that fair and sacred head whereon they grew; to be shorn from which is so dire a sorrow; that apotheosis itself can hardly reconcile them to the parting。

Worthy; was not all this; of the descendants of the men who fought at Marathon and Thermopylae?  The old Greek civilisation was rotting swiftly down; while a fire of God was preparing; slowly and dimly; in that unnoticed Italian town of Rome; which was destined to burn up that dead world; and all its works。

Callimachus's hymns; those may read who list。  They are highly finished enough; the work of a man who knew thoroughly what sort of article he intended to make; and what were the most approved methods of making it。 Curious and cumbrous mythological lore comes out in every other line。 The smartness; the fine epithets; the recondite conceits; the bits of effect; are beyond all praise; but as for one spark of life; of poetry; of real belief; you will find none; not even in that famous Lavacrum Palladis which Angelo Poliziano thought worth translating into Latin elegiacs; about the same time that the learned Florentine; Antonio Maria Salviano; found Berenice's Hair worthy to be paraphrased back from Catullus' Latin into Greek; to give the world some faint notion of the inestimable and incomparable original。  They must have had much time on their hands。  But at the Revival of Letters; as was to be expected; all works of the ancients; good and bad; were devoured alike with youthful eagerness by the Medicis and the Popes; and it was not; we shall see; for more than one century after; that men's taste got sufficiently matured to distinguish between Callimachus and the Homeric hymns; or between Plato and Proclus。  Yet Callimachus and his fellows had an effect on the world。  His writings; as well as those of Philetas; were the model on which Ovid; Propertius; Tibullus; formed themselves。

And so I leave him; with two hints。  If any one wishes to see the justice of my censure; let him read one of the Alexandrian hymns; and immediately after it; one of those glorious old Homeric hymns to the very same deities; let him contrast the insincere and fulsome idolatry of Callimachus with the reverent; simple and manful anthropomorphism of the Homeristand let him form his own judgment。

The other hint is this。  If Callimachus; the founder of Alexandrian literature; be such as he is; what are his pupils likely to become; at least without some infusion of healthier blood; such as in the case of his Roman imitators produced a new and not altogether ignoble school?

Of Lycophron; the fellow…grammarian and poet of Callimachus; we have nothing left but the Cassandra; a long iambic poem; stuffed with traditionary learning; and so obscure; that it obtained for him the surname of 'Greek text:  skoteinos' the dark one。  I have tried in vain to read it:  you; if you will; may do the same。

Philetas; the remaining member of the Alexandrian Triad; seems to have been a more simple; genial; and graceful spirit than the other two; to whom he was accordingly esteemed inferior。  Only a few fragments are left; but he was not altogether without his influence; for he was; as I have just said; one of the models on which Propertius and Ovid formed themselves; and some; indeed; call him the Father of the Latin elegy; with its terseness; grace; and clear epigrammatic form of thought; and; therefore; in a great degree; of our modern eighteenth century poets; not a useless excellence; seeing that it is; on the whole; good for him who writes to see clearly what he wants to say; and to be able to make his readers see it clearly also。  And yet one natural strain is heard amid all this artificial jinglethat of Theocritus。  It is not altogether Alexandrian。  Its sweetest notes were learnt amid the chestnut groves and orchards; the volcanic glens and sunny pastures of Sicily; but the intercourse; between the courts of Hiero and the Ptolemies seems to have been continual。  Poets and philosophers moved freely from one to the other; and found a like atmosphere in both; and in one of Theocritus' idyls; two Sicilian gentlemen; crossed in love; agree to sail for Alexandria; and volunteer into the army of the great and good king Ptolemy; of whom a sketch is given worth reading; as a man noble; generous; and stately; 〃knowing well who loves him; and still better who loves him not。〃  He has another encomium on Ptolemy; more laboured; though not less interesting:  but the real value of Theocritus lies in his power of landscape…painting。

One can well conceive the delight which his idyls must have given to those dusty Alexandrians; pent up forever between sea and sand…hills; drinking the tank…water; and never hearing the sound of a running streamwhirling; too; forever; in all the bustle and intrigue of a great commercial and literary city。  Refreshing indeed it must have been to them to hear of those simple joys and simple sorrows of the Sicilian shepherd; in a land where toil was but exercise; and mere existence was enjoyment。  To them; and to us also。  I believe Theocritus is one of the poets who will never die。  He sees men and things; in his own light way; truly; and he describes them simply; honestly; with little careless touches of pathos and humour; while he floods his whole scene with that gorgeous Sicilian air; like one of Titian's pictures; with still sunshine; whispering pines; the lizard sleeping on the wall; and the sunburnt cicala shrieking on the spray; the pears and apples dropping from the orchard bough; the goats clambering from crag to crag after the cistus and the thyme; the brown youths and wanton lasses singing under the dark chestnut boughs; or by the leafy arch of some


Grot nymph…haunted; Garlanded over with vine; and acanthus; and clambering roses; Cool in the fierce still noon; where the streams glance clear in the moss…beds;


and here and there; beyond the braes and meads; blue glimpses of the far…off summer sea; and all this told in a language and a metre which shapes itself almost unconsciously; wave after wave; into the most luscious song。  Doubt not that many a soul then; was the simpler; and purer; and better; for reading the sweet singer of Syracuse。  He has his immoralities; but they are the immoralities of his age:  his naturalness; his sunny calm and cheerfulness; are all his own。

And now; to leave the poets; and speak of those grammarians to whose corrections we owe; I suppose; the texts of the Greek poets as they now stand。  They seem to have set to work at their task methodically enough; under the direction of their most literary monarch; Ptolemy Philadelphus。  Alexander the AEtolian collected and revised the tragedies; Lycophron the comedies; Zenodotus the poems of Homer; and the other poets of the Epic cycle; now lost to us。  Whether Homer prospered under all his expungings; alterations; and transpositionswhether; in fact; he did not treat Homer very much as Bentley wanted to treat Milton; is a suspicion which one has a right to entertain; though it is long past the possibility of proof。  Let that be as it may; the critical business grew and prospered。  Aristophanes of Byzantium wrote glossaries and grammars; collected editions of Plato and Aristotle; aesthetic disquisitions on Homerone wishes they were preserved; for the sake of the jest; that one might have seen an Alexandrian cockney's views of Achilles and Ulysses!  Moreover; in a hapless moment; at least for us moderns; he invented Greek accents; thereby; I fear; so complicating and confusing our notions of Greek rhythm; that we shall never; to the end of time; be able to guess what any Greek verse; saving

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