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Oneâs senses with so dense a breathing stuff
Might seem a work of pain; so not enough
Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt,
And buoyant round my limbs. At first I dwelt
Whole days and days in sheer astonishment;
Forgetful utterly of self-intent;
Moving but with the mighty ebb and flow.
Then, like a new fledgâd bird that first doth show
His spreaded feathers to the morrow chill,
I tryâd in fear the pinions of my will.
âTwas freedom! and at once I visited
The ceaseless wonders of this ocean-bed.ââ
Keats.
Glaucus was worshiped most particularly by the fishermen and boatmen, whose vessels he was supposed to guard from evil, and whose nets were often filled to overflow through his intervention.
CHAPTER XXVII.THE TROJAN WAR.
Jupiter, father of the gods, once fell deeply in love with a beautiful sea nymph named Thetis, the daughter of Nereus and Doris,â
Of the gray Ancient of the Deep.â
Homer (Bryantâs tr.).
He was very anxious indeed to marry her, but, before taking such an important step, deemed it prudent to consult the Fates, who alone could inform him whether this union would be for his happiness or not. It was very fortunate for him that he did so, for the three sisters told him that Thetis was destined to be the mother of a son who would far outshine his father.
Jupiter carefully pondered this reply, and concluded to renounce the marriage rather than run any risk of being forced to surrender his power to one greater than he. Thetisâ hand he then decreed should be given in marriage to Peleus, King of Phthia, who had loved her faithfully, and had long sued in vain.
Thetis, however, was not at all anxious to accept the hand of a mere mortal after having enjoyed the attention of the gods (for Neptune also had wooed her), and demurred, until Jupiter promised his own and the godsâ attendance at the marriage feast. The prospect of this signal honor reconciled the maiden, and the wedding preparations were made in the coral caves of her father, Nereus, beneath the foam-crested waves.
Thither, mindful of his promise, came Jupiter, with all the gods of Olympus.
Came down from high Olympusâ bright abodes;
Came down, with all thâ attending deities.â
Catullus.
The guests took their seats, and pledged the bride and groom in brimming cups of wine,âBacchusâ wedding gift to Thetis. All was joy and merriment, when an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the banquet-hall. All present immediately recognized Eris, or Discordia, goddess of discord, whose snaky locks, sour looks, and violent temper had caused her to be omitted from the wedding list,â
Into the fair Peleian banquet-hall.â
Tennyson.
This omission angered her, and made her determine to have her revenge by troubling the harmony which evidently reigned among all the guests. For a moment she stood beside the bountiful board, then threw upon it a golden apple, and, exhaling over the assembly her poisoned breath, she vanished. The general attention was, of course, turned upon the golden fruit, whereon the inscription âTo the fairestâ was clearly traced.
All the ladies were at first inclined to contend for the prize; but little by little all the claimants withdrew except Juno, Minerva, and Venus, who hotly disputed for its possession. Juno declared that the queen of the gods, in her majesty and power, surely had the best right; Minerva, that the beauty of wisdom and knowledge far surpassed external charms; and Venus smiled, and archly requested to be informed who might assert greater claims than the goddess of beauty.
The dispute grew more and more bitter, and the irate goddesses called upon the guests to award the prize to the most deserving; but the guests, one and all, refused to act as umpires, for the apple could be given to but one, and the two others would be sure to vent their anger and disappointment upon the judge who passed over their charms in favor of a third. The final decision was therefore referred to Paris, who, although performing the lowly duties of a shepherd, was the son of Priam and Hecuba, King and Queen of Troy.
When but a babe, Paris had been exposed on a mountain to perish, because an oracle had predicted that he would cause the death of his family and the downfall of his native city. Although thus cruelly treated, he had not perished, but had been adopted by a shepherd, who made him follow his own calling.
When Paris reached manhood, he was a very handsome and attractive young man, and won the love of Ćnone, a beautiful nymph to whom he was secretly united. Their happiness, however, was but fleeting, for the Fates had decreed that Parisâ love for the fair Ćnone would soon die.
That rules the will of Jove, had spun the days
Of Paris and Ćnone.â
Quintus SmyrnĂŠus (Eltonâs tr.).
Instead of lingering by the fair nymphâs side, Paris wandered off to a lonely mountain top, where the three goddesses sought him to judge their quarrel. Minerva, in glittering armor, first appeared before his dazzled eyes, and proffered the bribe of extensive wisdom if he would but give her the preference.
Juno, queen of heaven, next appeared in royal robes and insignia, and whispered that he should have great wealth and unlimited power were he only to award the prize to her.
Proffer of royal power, ample rule
Unquestionâd, overflowing revenue
Wherewith to embellish state, âfrom many a vale
And river-sunderâd champaign clothed with corn,
Or laborâd mine undrainable of ore.
Honor,â she said, âand homage, tax and toll,
From many an inland town and haven large,
Mast-throngâd beneath her shadowing citadel
In glassy bays among her tallest towers.ââ
Tennyson.
But all Minervaâs and Junoâs charms and bribes were forgotten when Venus, in her magic cestus, appeared before the judge. This artful simplicity was the result of much thought, for we are told that
Adjusted twice a single hair.â
Cowper.
Then, trembling lest her efforts should prove vain, she gently drew near the youth, and softly promised him a bride as fair as herself, in return for the coveted golden apple.
Won either by her superior attractions or by her alluring bribe, Paris no longer hesitated, but placed the prize in her extended palm.
To her soft hand the fruit of burnished rind;
And foam-born Venus graspâd the graceful meed,
Of war, of evil war, the quickening seed.â
Coluthus (Eltonâs tr.).
This act of partiality, of course, called down upon him the wrath and hatred of Juno and Minerva, who, biding their time, watched for a suitable opportunity to avenge themselves; while Venus, triumphant, and anxious to redeem her promise, directed Paris to return to Troy, make himself known to his parents,âwho, the goddess promised, would welcome him warmly,âand obtain from them a fleet in which he might sail to Greece.
PARIS. (Vatican, Rome.)
In obedience to these instructions, Paris ruthlessly abandoned the fair and faithful Ćnone, and, joining a band of youthful shepherds, went to Troy, under pretext of witnessing a solemn festival. There he took part in the athletic games, distinguished himself, and attracted the attention of his sister Cassandra.
This princess was noted for her beauty, and it is said had even been wooed by Apollo, who, hoping to win her favor, bestowed upon her the gift of prophecy. For some reason the godâs suit had not prospered; and, as he could not take back the power conferred, he annulled it by making her hearers refuse to credit her words.
Cassandra immediately called her parentsâ attention to the extraordinary likeness Paris bore to her other brothers; and then, breaking out into a prophetic strain, she foretold that he would bring destruction upon his native city. Priam and Hecuba, scorning her prophecy, joyfully received their long-lost son, lovingly compelled him to take up his abode in their palace, and promised to atone for their past neglect by granting his every wish.
Still advised by Venus, Paris soon expressed a desire to sail for Greece, under the pretext of rescuing Hesione, his fatherâs sister, whom Hercules had carried off, after besieging Troy. He was promptly provided with several well-manned galleys, and soon after appeared at the court of Menelaus, King of Sparta, whose young wife, Helen, was the most beautiful woman of her time, if we are to believe the testimony of her contemporaries.
Like youths anointing, where along the glade
The baths of cool Eurotas limpid playâd.
But none, of all, with Helen might compare,
Nor one seemâd faultless of the fairest fair.
As morn, with vermeil visage, looks from high,
When solemn night has vanishâd suddenly;
When winter melts, and frees the frozen hours,
And springâs green bough is gemmâd with silvery flowers:
So bloomâd the virgin Helen in our eyes,
With full voluptuous limbs, and towering size:
In shape, in height, in stately presence fair,
Straight as a furrow gliding from the share;
A cypress of the gardens, spiring high,
A courser in the cars of Thessaly.
So rose-complexionâd Helen charmâd the sight;
Our Spartaâs grace, our glory, and delight.â
Theocritus (Eltonâs tr.).
A daughter of Jupiter and Leda (whom Jove had courted in the guise of a snow-white swan), Helen had many suitors who ardently strove to win her favor. The noblest, bravest, and best came to woo and hoped to win; but all were left in suspense, as the maiden did not show any preference, and refused to make known her choice.
Tyndareus, Helenâs stepfather, thinking the rejected suitors might attempt to steal her away from any husband she selected, proposed that all the candidates for her hand should take a solemn oath, binding themselves to respect the marital rights of the favored suitor, and help him regain possession of his wife should any one venture to kidnap her.
To Tyndarus her father of much doubt,
To give, or not to give her, and how best
To make good fortune his: at length this thought
Occurrâd, that each to each the wooers give
Their oath, and plight their hands, and on the flames
Pour the libations, and with solemn vows
Bind their firm faith that him, who should obtain
The virgin for his bride, they all would aid;
If any darâd to seize and bear her off,
And drive by force her husband from her bed,
All would unite in arms, and lay his town,
Greek or Barbaric, level with the ground.â
Euripides (Potterâs tr.).
All agreed to this proposal, the oath was taken, and Helen, whose deliberations had come to an end, bestowed her hand upon Menelaus, King of Sparta.
On his arrival at Sparta, in LacedĂŠmonia, Paris was received with graceful hospitality by Menelaus and
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