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Five thousand citizens close-mail'd; a train What we are now, you, Grecians, must decide Of sev'n bold Helots exercis'd in arms,
At this important c.itis. Judges, fix Attend each warrior; there Pausanias tow'r'd. On Marathon your thoughts, that recent stage In pride the son of Atreus be surpass'd
Of preservation to the public weal, Without his virtues, a superior host
Where fifty nations, arm'd to conquer Greece, Commanding. Never Greece such heroes sent, We unassisted foil'd; more fresh, the day Nor such a pow'r in multitude to war;
Of Salamis recall. Enough of words; For landed recent on the neighb'ring shore
No more contention for the name of rank; Th’ Athenian phalanx opens broad in sight The bravest stand the forenost in the sight Their eleutberian banner. They advance
Of gods and mortals. As to you is meet, Eight thousand men at arms; an equal force Determine, Spartans; at your will arrange In archers, slingers, missile-weapon'd sons
'Th' Athenians; they acknowledge you the chiefs Of terrour follow. Round her naval flag
Of this great league, for gen'ral safety fram’d, Already four bold myriads from her loins
Wherever plac'd, obedient they will fight.” Had Attica enroll'd. What chiefs preside!
The sense of all his countrymen he breath'd, Themistocles, Xanthippus in remote,
Who for the public welfare in this hour But glorious action; Aristides here,
Their all relinquish, and their very pride Myronides and Cimon, Clinias sire
A victim yield to virtue. From his seat, Of Alcibiades, the warrior bard,
Inspird by justice, Aemnestus rose: Young Pericles, and more than time hath seen “ Brave as they are, our friends of Tegea secmi Since or before, in arts and arms renown'd.
To have forgot the Marathonian field, The ancient foe of Athens, yet averse
The Salaminian trophies; else this strife Like her to Xerxes, Megara, enroll'd
Had ne'er alarm'd the congregated host Six thousand warriors. From Ægina sail'd
Of states so various and remote." As brief A thousand. Twice six hundred, phenix-like, Callicrates subjoins : “Not less our friends Sprung from the ashes of Platæa burnt,
Of Tegea seem forgetful, that their claim With Arimnestus march’d, th' intrepid friend Within the isthmus is confin'd, the gift Of him, whose deeds Thermopylæ resounds, Of part, not binding universal Greece.” Diomedon. From Thespia, who had shar'd
Athenian moderation had before Platæa's doom, two thousand came unarm'd, Won ev'ry Spartan; loud they sound the name Unclad, a want by Attic stores supplied.
Of Athens, Athens, whose pretension just Alcimedon was chief, of kindred blood
The general confirms, restoring peace. To Dithyrambus; whom, his early bloom
So in a chorus full the manly bass For Greece devoting, on Melissa's hill
Directs the pow'r of harmony to float The Muses sing and weep. Between the roots On equal pinions, and attune the air. Of tall Cithæron, and the Asopian floods,
Now Sparta's wide encampment on the right The army rang'd. The Spartans on the right Was form'd ; sedate and silent was the toil, One wing compos’d; the men of Tegea claim'd As is the concourse of industrious ants, The left in pref'rence to th’ Athenian host. In mute attention to their public cares. Contention rose; Pausanias sat the judge,
Extending thence, successive states erect Callicrates and Aemnestus wise,
Their standards. On the left their num'rous tents His two assessors; thick Laconian ranks
Th’ Athenians pitch. In labour not unlike
The buzzing tenants of sonorous hives,
Yet regularly heed each signal giv'n
By staid commanders. Cnderneath a fringe O’erthrew the invader Hyllus, and preserv'd Of wood, projecting from Cithæran's side, Unspoild the land of Pelops, we obtain'd
Ascends the chief pavilion. Seated there From all her sons unanimous this post,
Is Aristides at a frugal board, Whene'er, united in a common cause,
An aged menial his attendant sole;
Of fain'd Miltiades. The neighb'ring bed
His arms th’ Athenian patriot in his tent
Of Aemnestus ent'ring, who began: [Greece, Then Aristides spake: “ Collected here
“ Most wise of men and righteous, whoin all Are half the Grecians to contend in arms
Not Athens singly, as her glory claims, With barbarous invaders, not in words
Grant me an hour. Laconian laws, thou kronist, Each with the other for precedence vain.
Subordination to excess enjoin. From his own volume let the tongue of Time, I am obedient to the man, who holds Not mine, proclaim my countrymen's exploits Supreme command by office, rank, and birth, In early ages. In his course he views
While thee my heart confesses and admits The varying face of Nature, sea to land,
My sole adviser. Haughty and morose, Land turn'd to sea, proud cities sink in dust, O'er uncommunicated thoughts will brood The low exalted, men and manners change, Our dark Pausanias; I may often want From fathers brave degen’rate sons proceed, Thy counsel; now instruct me. Is it meet, And virtuous children from ignoble sires.
We cross th’ Asopus to assail the foe,
Or wait his coming?"_" Let him come,” replies I at the hazard of my life will gall, [friend," The Attic sage ; “ let bold invaders court
Perhaps may force that quarter.”_" Ah! my A battle, not th' invaded, who must watch
Mardonius answer'd, “ shall thy precious life Occasion's favour. Present in thy mind
Be hazarded ? let others take the charge,
Or Mindarus; a thousand leaders bold
Of inidnight from my pillow I discern'd By me discourag'd.” Aemnestus then:
Thy gracious figure on a steed of fire; “ Know, that with me Callicrates unites; Who bore thee up to Heav'n, where sudden folds Farewell; thy wisdom shall direc: us both." Of radiant vapour wrapp'd thee from my view.
The Sun was set; th' umuumber'd eyes of Heav'n At once throughout th' innumerable tents Thin clouds envelop'd; dusky was the veil Their bue was chang'd to black; Bæotia's hills Of night, not sable; plaid was the air;
T And caves with ejulation from the camp The low-ton'd current of Asopus held
Rebellow'd round; the camels, horses, mules, No other motion than his native flow,
Dissolv'd in tears. Let Mithra's angry beam Alluring Aristides in a walk
Pierce this right arm, annihilate my strength, Contemplative to pace the stable verge
And melt my courage! I will rest content Attir'd in moss. The hostile camp he views, To purchase thus the safety of my friend.” Which by Masistian vigilance and art
Masistius answer'd: “ Son of Gobryas, learn, With walls of wood and turrets was secur'd. That he, who makes familiar to his mind For this the groves of Jupiter supreme
The certainty of death, and nobly dares On Hypatus were spoil'd, Teumessian brows, In virtue's clear pursuit, may look serene Mesabius, Parnes, were uncover'd all.
On boding dreains, and auguries averse.
No monitor, but duty. Au attempt,
Belongs to me; to others less inform'd
I will not leave the danger.” Quick replies Of wide Platæan fields. A din confus'd
Disturb’d Mardonius, while at friendship's warmth Proclaim'd barbarians; silent was the camp Ambition melts, and honour fills his breast: Of Greece. These thoughts the spectacle excites “ O! worthier far than frail Mardonius, take In Aristides: “ Slender is thy bound,
O'er all the host of Xerxes chief command; Asopus, long to separate such hosts,
Me from temptation, him from danger guard." Or keep thy silver wave from blood unstain'd. Again Masistius: “ Son of Gobryas, peace; Lord of Olympus ! didst thou want the pow'r, My ear is wounded. Ever dost thou sink Or, boundless pow'r possessing, want the will Below the level of thy worth with me, Thy own created systein to secure
With others soarst too high. What means the word From such destruction? Wherefore on this plain Temptation? what this danger to the king? Is Europe thus, and adverse Asia met
O satrap! lifted by his grace so high, For human carnage? Natural this search,
Thou hast o’erwhelm’d Masistius. May the God Yet but a waste of reason. Let me shun
Of truth and justice strengthen in thy soul Unprofitable wand'rings o'er the land
The light ingenuous, which so much reveals; Obscure of trackless mystery; to see
That sense of duty may suppress a thought, The path of virtue open is enough.
I dare not clothe in language. Still in mind Whate'er the cause of evil, he, who knows The parting words of Artemisia bear, Himself not partner in that cause, attains
Which in its blameless moments oft thy tongue Enough of knowledge; all the rest is dream Repeats with admiration. “Look,' she said, Of falsely-styl'd philosophy. My task
Look only, where no mystery can lurk, Is to destroy the enemies of Greece;
On ev'ry manly duty. Nothing dark Be active there, my faculties, and lose
O'ershades the track of Virtue; plain her paths Nor time, nor thought.” Revisiting his tent, But Superstitiou, chosen for a guide, Sicinus call'd apart he thus instructs:
Misleads the best and wisest. “Let me add, “ Return, discreet and faithful, to the son Worse is the guide Ambition, which misleads Of Neucles; thy own observing eye
To more than errour, to atrocious acts.' Will prompt thy tongue; this notice sole I send. “ I shall despair, Masistius. if thou fall'st," We will not hurry to a gen’ral light.
Rejoins Mardonius. “ Must Masistius then Bless in my name Timothea; bless her sons, Consort with women, sbut from noble deeds?" Her daughters; nor, good man, o'erlook my own." | Subjoins the virtuous Persian. “ Can thy hand Six monthly periods of the solar course
Thy friendly hand, now rivetted in mine,
With all its lustre, which my fathers left Behind their lines; when eager to his friend Me to uphold ? Or wouldst thou, if impow'r'ů, The Persian gen'ral; “ Best belov'd of men, Taint my firm spirit with an eunuch's fear, Impart thy counsel. Lo! this vaunted race Among their feeble train iny rank confine, Lurk in their trenches, and avoid the plain.” My strength unnerve, my fortitude debase ?
To him Masistius: “I have mark'd a post While these subsist with titles, wealth, and state, Accessible and feeble in their line.
While, as I pass, the crowding myriads shout, To ne thy choicest cavalry commit,
• Here comes Masistius!' what is less requir'd
From him, than deeds to manifest a soul,
The augur ceas'd; when suddenly in view Which merits such distinction? We again
Th’ Asopian current, overswelling, foams This day will meet, Mardonius—but as none With eastern squadrons, wading through the fords. Of human texture can the flight foresee
Bounds in the van Masistius on a steed, Of that inevitable dart, which soon
Whose glist’ning hue the brightest of the four
Might scarce outshine. Erect the hero sat,
When his strong pinion'd Pegasus he wheeld Ambition curb; let virtue be thy pride."
Through Æthiopian air from death to guard They separated sad; Mardonins still
Andromeda his love. In rapid haste Foreboding evil to his noble friend,
A herald greets Pausanias : “ From the men He at the frailty of Mardonius griev'd.
Of Megara I come. A post advanc'd, Masistius, soon collecting round his tent The most obnoxious in the Grecian line The prime of Persian cavalry, bespake
To harassing assaults, their daily toil Their captains thus: “ Your steeds and arms pre- With unabating firmness long has held. pare;
(shafts; Unwonted numbers of barbarian horse
Pausanias then, alike to try the Greeks,
Who will be foremost to sustain our friends ?” Victorious; but remember, that the brave
Through fear the dang'rous service is declin'd Ir life, or death, accomplishing their part, By many. Indignation to behold Are happy.” All, rejoicing in a chief
No Spartans offer'd, but the arduous task Belov’d, his orders sedulous fulfil.
Impos'd on others, held Cleander mute; In arms, more splendid than for Peleus son When Aristides: “ Herald, swift return, Th' immortal artist forg'd, Masistius cas’d Athenian aid might else prevent thy speed.” His limbs of beauteous frame, and manly grace, The patriot spake, and left the Greeks amaz’d, To match that hero, whom Scamander saw Well knowing Athens with abhorrence look'd With Dardan blood imbru’d. In hue of snow On Megara, her envious, ranc'rous foe His horse, of all Nisæa's breed the choice,
Of ancient date, whom now she flies to aid. Caparison'd in rubies, champs the gold,
Meantime that feeblest station of the camp Which rules his mouth; his animated mane Th’impetuous Asian cavalry surround. Floats o'er the bridle, form’d of golden braid. As clouds, impregnated with hail, discharge
His page was nigh, that youth of eastern race, Their stormy burden on a champaign rich Whom for his merit pure Melissa gave
In ripen'd grain, and lay the crackling rows To this benignant satrap. To ascend
Of Ceres prostrate; under sheets of darts, His gorgeous seat preparing, thus the chief: With arrows barb'd and javelins, thus whole ranks “ If I return a conqueror this day,
Of Megara, by wounds or death o'erthrown,
In times remote, and fabled to have held
Amidst his hoary locks. That vital thread In gratitude and rev'rence; blessing Heav'n, His impious daughter sever'd, blind with love Which thus prefers Masistius to extend
For Minos, Cretan king, her father's foe. Benevolence to virtue. If I fall,
Masistius pierc'd him; javelins from his arm Resume with her the happiest lot my care Incessant flew; on heaps of nameless dead Can recommend, Statirus. Though no Greek, He laid Evenus, Lysicles, the youth Her pupil, say, in offices humane
Of Cyparissus, and Cratander's age,
Or martial actions. Beasts of chase and prey,
Within close toils imprison'd, thus become
The hunter's mark. The signal of retreat
Is now uplifted by the hopeless chiefs; While thus Masistius for the field prepar'd, When, as a friendly gale with stiffning wings At sacrifice amidst the diff'rent chiefs
Repels a vessel, driving by the force Pausanias stood, the entrails to consult
Of boist'rous currents in a fatal track For Heav'n's direction. Like a god rever'd To bulge on rocks, a voluntary band Among the Spartans, was an augur fam'd, Of men at arms, and bowmen, Attic all, Tisamenus. The Pythian had declar'd
Restrain the flight of Megara. Expert
Not at the riders. Soon around the plain
Of Pisa just Hellanodics had crown'd,
The first of Greeks in archery, He stands
Like Telamonian Teucer on the mound
With all Træezenė, Arimnestus there,
From hills, where recent thunder-storms have burst; The active archer, from his lofty seat
In the mid-vale the dashing waters meet Against him whirls a javelin. Cimon near To overwhelm the peasant's hopes and toil. Receives the blunted weapon on the boss
Myronides and Æschylus in sight, Of his huge buckler. His vindictive bow
Each with his formidable phalanx moves; Olympiodorus bends; the rapid shaft
Th'encampment whole is arming. From the fight Fall in the forehead of the gen'rous steed
His mangled cavalry the Persian calls.
In eager quest of refuge in their lines
The coursers vault like swimmers, who forsake In writhing agitation from his back
A found'ring vessel, and with buoyant strength Th' illustrious rider on the plain supine.
Bound through the surge for safety on the beach. Against him rush th’ Athenians; on his feet
Triumphant in their camp the Greeks replace They find him brandishing his sabre keen,
Their standards; thither Cimon's gen'rous care With his firm shield a bulwark to his breast, Transports Masistius. Eager to behold Like one of those earth-sprung in radiant arms,
A prize so noble, curious throngs on throngs Whom the Cadmean dragon's fruitful jaws, Press in disorder; each his station leaves; Or Colchian serpent's teeth, produc'd. Assaild Confusion reigns. The gen’ral host to arms On ev'ry side, his fortitude augments
Pausanias sternly vigilant commands, With danger. Down to Pluto's realm he sends And next provides a chariot to display, Iphicrates and Eurytus, who drank
Throughout th’extensive lines, th’ illustrious dead, Callirrhoe's fountain ; Amynander, born
In magnitude and beauty late the pride On smooth Ilissus, and three gallant youths Of Nature's study'd workmanship. His limbs Of Marathon. His cuirass strong withstands
The hand of Cimon tenderly compos'd, Repeated blows; unwounded, but o'ercoine
As would a brother to a brother's corse. By unremitted labour, on his knees,
Masistius fill'd the chariot; on his knees Like some proud structure half o’erthrown by time, Statirus held, and water'd with his tears He sinks at last. Brave Cimon hastes to save The face majestic, not by death deform’d, A foe so noble in his deeds, in port
Pale, but with features mild, which still retain'd Beyond a mortal; when a vulgar sword
Attractive sweetness to endear the sight. That moment through the vizor of his helm
First on the right through Lacedæmon's range Transfix'd the brain, so exquisitely formd, The spectacle is carried ; silence there The seat of purest sentiment and thought. Prevails; the Spartan citizep no sign His frame, in ruin beauteous still and great, Of triumph shows, subordinate to law, The fatal stroke laid low. An earthquake thus Which disciplin'd his passions. Tow'rds the left, Shook from his base that wonder of the world, Through exultation loud of other Greeks, The Colossean deity of Rhodes.
The awful car at length to Attic ranks Of danger all unheeding, by his lord
Brings their own prize, by Aristides met ; Statirus kneeld, and o'er his bosom spread
There silence too, in rev'rence of their chief, His palms in anguish. Timely to protect
Is universal. He prepares to speak; The gentle youth ingenuous Cimon came,
But first the mighty relics be surveys. While thus the gasping satrap breath'd his last:
He feels like Jove, contemplating the pure, “ Farewell, thou faithful-Bid Mardonius think The gen'rous, brave Sarpedon, as he lay How brief are life's enjoyments—Virtue lives In Death's cold arms, when swift th' almighty sire Through all eternity-By virtue earn'd,
Decreed that Morpheus, gentlest of the gods, Praise too is long - Melissa-grant me thine.” Should waft to Lycia's realm the royal clay,
In death, resembling sweetest sleep, his eyes From pious friends and subjects to obtain Serenely drop their curtains, and the soul
The rites of splendid sepulture. Complete Flies to th' eternal mansions of the just.
Was now the solemn pause; to list’ning ears Within the trenches Cimon straight commands Thus Aristides vents his godhike soul: , To lodge the corse; when lo! another cloud “ Here close your triumph, Grecians, nor provoke Of Eastern squadrons, Mindarus their chief, The jealous pow'rs who mark for chosen wrath Who, o'er the stream detach'd with numbers new, O'er-weening pride. Though auguring success Not finding great Masistius, rous’d afresh
From this great satrap's fall, revere his clay; The storm of onset. Dreadful was the shoc'. Such rev'rence all of mortal mould will need, Of these, attempting to redeem, of those,
All soon, or late. If comeliness and strength, Who held the body; but the Attic spears
If gracious manners, and a mind humane, Break in the cbests of fiery steeds, which press
If worth and wisdom could avoid the grave, With violence unyielding, and the ranks
You had not seen this tow'r of Asia fall.
Of gen'rous actions ; this do you attain.
Brave Medon's prize; his captive hands we freed; Alarm the eastern chief. Cleander here
To him our hospitable faith we pledg’d, VOL XVII.
Through whom Phæbean Timon was redeemid, Mardonius fix'd on Cimon: “ That request,
O Greek! is big with danger to my head,
Which I will hazard, since the only price
Set on the precious relics thou restor'st.”
There on the clay-cold bosom of his friend
Thus plaintive hangs : “ Fall'n pillar of my hopes, Thy steps; remove him to his native friends. What is Mardonius, wanting thy support? Let Xerxes hear, let fierce Mardonius see,
Thou arm of strength, for ever are unbrac'd How much barbarians differ from the Greeks." Thy nerves ! Enlighten'd mind, where prudence Minerva's tribes, approving, hear the words
dwelt, Of clemency and pity. Cimon mounts
Heart purify'd by honour, you have left The fun'ral car ; attentive and compos'd,
Mardonius helpless; left him to himself, Like Maja's son commission'd from the skies To bis own passions, which thy counsel tam'd! By his eternal sire, the warrior hears
The dang'rous paths of errour I shall tread The full instructions of his patron chief.
Without thy guidance! Shame, defeat, and death, Th' Asopian stream he fords to Asia's tents, Frown in thy wounds ill-boding-yet thy look Whence issue wailing multitudes, who rend Not fate itself of gentleness deprives. The air with ejulation, while the wheels
By Heaven a world shall mourn thee"-Loud he Before Mardonius stop their solemn roll.
calls; He rives his mantle, and defiles with dust
Which Mindarus obeys. To him the chief:
See ev'ry steed, the mule, aud camel shorn.
The Hellespont to Asia! that her loss “ Then art thou fall'n, too confident," exclaims Through all her cities, through her vales, and Mardonius, “too unmindful of my love,
“ If there be one, O gen'ral, can replace Lies prostrate-Destiny malign! I brave
Masistius wise, that prodigy is found,
Elean Hegesistratus, of sters
Can from the victim slain, or mystic fight
Of birds, foresee the dark events of time; Whose interposing prudence thus was heard : Invet'rate foe to Sparta, sore with wrongs,
“ O chief of nations numberless! who stand He comes thy servant."-"Opportune he comes," Spectators round, and watch thy lightest look, Replies Mardonius. “ In the rites of Greece Confine thy anguish; in their sight revere
Ten hecatombs, before the Sun descends, Thyself; regard this messenger benign
Shall to Masistius bleed an off’ring high. From Aristides, and thy native sense
I will engage this augur at a price Of obligation rouse." Mardonius then,
Beyond his wishes; let his skill decide, As from a trance: “I hear thee, and approve, When to give battle, and avenge my friend. My gentle kinsman. This returning car, Collect your Grecian artists; instant build With purest gold, and costly vesture pild, A cenotaph in your Dircæan grove, Shall bear the copious tribute of my thanks Where that pure fountain trills a mournful note. To Aristides; whom extoll'd to Heav'n
There shall Masistius in his name survive By excellent Masistius oft my soul
Among the Greeks; his last remains, embalm'd, Hath heard, the righteous by the righteous prais’d.” Among his fathers shall in Susa rest." Now Cimon interpos’d: “ That man extoll'd The Theban goes.
Statirus next appears; Thou dost not, Persian, lib'ral as thou art, Th' amicted hero greets the weeping youth: Mean to offend; thy presents then withbold. “ Ah! poor Statirus ! thou hast lost thy lord, In poverty more glorious than in wealth
I lost my friend, her bulwark Asia lost. The wealthiest, Aristides frowus at gold.
The sacred clay to Artamanes bear, No costly vestures decorate his frame,
Left in Trachiniæ chief. His pious love Itself divine; the very arms he wears,
(Who did not love Masistius?) will convey The sole possession of that spotless man,
To distant Sestos his embalm'd remains, All ornament reject; he only boasts
Thence o'er the narrow Hellespont, to reach The sharpest sword, the weightiest spear and shield.” His native Asia, and his father's tomb.
“ Ha! must I pass unthankful in the sight How did he fall, Statirus? Did he send Of one, Masistius lov’d?" the chief reply'd. To me no counsel from his dying lips?”
No," answerd quick th' Athenian; “from bis “ These,” in a sigh the faithful page began, Take down Leonidas. A stedfast look (cross“ Were his last accents. • Let Mardonius think