<^. o » » '' ^^%. ". ^ C- • '^^ v^ ♦ ^ v..^'' ^:ccVa\ ^<^ .A^ y / * %/ .':^i3;'. V.4' ^vs^>. ".„.-^''* '-^ ; jp-^K. -: • » Ao* r .. %, v".:iS^*.%. • « ^o>^ ♦ » "« . 4."-^<*-. < • o -^^^-^ • I •« ■HO*. MARIUS THE EPICUREAN HIS SENSATIONS AND IDEAS By WALTER PATER, M.A. FELLOW OF BRASENOSE COLLEGE, OXFORD •' Wisdom hath builded herselt a house ; she hath mingled l^er wine ; she hath also prepared for herself a table. " A. L. BURT COMPANY, J^ J^ J^ J^ jf^ y ^ c^ J' PUBLISHERS. NEW YORK I9fil 61FT ESTATE OF V'CTOft s. CUBIC CONTENTS. PART THE FIRST. CHAPTER «»ACTI I. «« The Religion of Numa " .., 1 II. White-Nights 10 III. Dilexi Decorem Domus Tuae 23 IV. OMare, O Littus, Verum Secretumque Movaeiov 36 V. The Golden Book 48 VI. Euphuism 82 VII. Pagan Death 100 PART THE SECOND. VIII. Animula, Vagula, Blandula ! Ill IX. New Cyrenaicism 130 X. Mirum Est Ut Animus Agitatione Motuque Corporis Excitetur 143 XI. The Most Religious City in the World 155 XII. The Divinity that Doth Hedge a King ,. 170 XIII. The " Mistress and Mother'* of Palaces 192 XIV. Manly Amusement ...,,,,,,.,,,,,............. viii CONTENTS. PART THE THIRD CHAPTER TA9t XV. Stoicism at Court 223 XVI. Second Thoughts 233 XVII. Many Prophets and Kings have Desired to See the Things which Ye See 251 XVIII. *♦ The Ceremony of the Dart " 263 XIX. Paratum Cor Meum, Deus 1 377 PART THE FOURTH, XX. Guests 293 XXI. The Church in Cecilia's House 308 XXII. The Minor ' ' Peace of the Church " 323 XXIII. Sapientia ^dificavit Sibi Domum 341 • XXIV. A Conversation Not Imaginary 353 XXV. Sunt Lacrimse Rerum 382 XXVI. Ah ! Voila les Ames qu'il Falloit a la Mienne !. . 394 XXVII. The Triumph of Marcus Aurelius 404 XXVIII. Anima Naturaliter Christiana 414 .JT PART THE FIRST MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. CHAPTEK I. " THE RELIGION OF NUMA." As, in the triumph of Christianity, the old religion lingered latest in the country, and died out at last as but paganism— the religion of the villagers— be- fore the advance of the Christian Church ; so, in an earlier century, it was in phices remote from town- life that the older and purer forms of paganism itself had survived the longest. While, in Kome, new religions had arisen with bewildering complexity around the dying old one, the earlier and simpler patriarchal rehgion, "the religion of Numa," as people loved to fancy, lingered on with little change amid the pastoral life, out of the habits and senti- ment of which so much of it had grown. Glimpses of such a survival we may catch below the merely artificial attitudes of Latin pastoral poetry ; inTibuU lus especially, who has preserved for us many poetic details of old Roman religious usage. At mi hi oontingat patrios celebrare Penates, Reddereque antique menstrua thura Lari : 2 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. —he prays, with unaffected seriousness. Something liturgical, with repetitions of a consecrated form of words, is traceable in one of his elegies, as part of the ritual of a birthday sacrifice. The hearth, from a spark of which, as one form of old legend related, the child Romulus had been miraculously born, was still indeed an altar ; and the worthiest sacrifice to the gods the perfect physical sanity of the young men and women, which the scrupulous ways of that re- ligion of the hearth had tended to maintain. A re- Jigion of usages and sentiments rather than of facts and beliefs, and attached to very definite things and places — the oak of immemorial age, the rock on the heath fashioned by Aveather as if by some dim human art, the shadowy grove of ilex, passing into which one exclaimed involuntarilv (in consecrated phrase) Deity is in this Place! — Numen Inest ! — it was in natural harmony with the temper of a quiet people amid the spectacle of rural life ; like that simpler faith between man and man, which TibuUus expressly connects with the period when, with an inexpensive worship, the old wooden gods had been still pressed for room in their homely little nhrines. And about the time when the dying Antoninus Pius ordered his golden image of Fortune to be carried into the chamber of his successor (now about to test the truth of the old Platonic contention, that the woi-kl would at last find itself happy, could it but detach some reluctant philosophic student from the more desirable life of celestial contemplation, and MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 3 compel him to rule it) thers was a boy living in an old country-house, half farm, half villa, who, for him- self, recruited that body of antique traditions by a spontaneous force of religious veneration such as had originally called them into being. It was more than a century and a half since Tibullus had written ; but the restoration of religious usages, and their reten- tion where they still survived, had meantime become fashionable through the influence of imperial ex- ample ; and what had been in the main a matter of famil}^ pride with his father, was sustained by a native instinct of devotion in the young Marius. A sense of conscious powers external to ourselves, pleased or displeased by the right or wrong conduct of every circumstance of dailv life — that conscience, of which the old Roman religion was a formal, habitual rec- ognition, had become in him a powerful current of feeling and observance. The old-fashioned, partly puritanic awe, the power of which Wordsworth noted and valued so highly in a northern peasantry, had its counterpart in the feeling of the lioman lad, as he passed the spot, "touched of heaven," where the lightning had struck dead an aged laborer in the field : an upright stone, still with moldering gar- lands about it, marked the place. He brought to that system of symbolic usages, and they in turn developed in him further, a great seriousness, an impressibility to the sacredness of time, of life and its events, and the circumstances of family fellow- ship — of such gifts to men as fire, water, the earth from labor on which they live, really understood by 4 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. him as gifts — a sense of religious responsibility in the reception of them. It was a religion for the most part of fear, of multitudinous scruples, of a vear-long burden of forms ; yet rarely (on clear summer morn- ings, for instance) the thought of those heavenly powers afforded a welcome channel for the almost stifling sense of health and delight in him, and re- lieved it as gratitude to the gods. It was the day of the " little " or private Arribar- valia, celebrated by a single family for the welfare of all belonging to it, as the great college of the Arval Brothers at Rome ofliciated in the interest of the whole state. At the appointed time all work ceases; the instruments of labor lie untouched, hung with wreaths of flowers ; while masters and servants together go in solemn procession along the dry paths of vinevard and cornfield, conductino" the victims whose blood is presently to be shed for the purifica- tion from all natural or supernatural taint of the lands they have '' gone about." The old Latin words of the liturgy, to be said as the procession moved along, though their precise meaning had long since become unintelligible, were recited from an ancient illuminated roll, kept in the painted chest in the hall, together with the family records. Early on that day the girls of the farm had been busy in the great portico, filling large baskets with flowers plucked off short from branches of apple and cherry, then in spacious bloom, to strew before the quaint images of the gods — Ceres and Bacchus and the yet more mysterious Dea Dia — as they passed through MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 5 the fields, carried in their little houses, on th^ shoulders of white-clad youths, who were understood to proceed to that oflice in perfect temperance, as pure in soul and body as the air they breathed in the firm weather of that earlv summer-time. The clean lustral water and the full incense-box were carried after them. The altars were gay with garlands of wool and the more sumptuous sort of flowers, and the green herbs to be thrown into the sacrificial fire, fresh-gathered this morning from a particular plot in the old garden, set apart for the purpose. Just then the young leaves were almost as fragrant as flowers, and the fresh scent of the bean-fields mingled pleasantly with the cloud of incense. But for the monotonous intonation of the liturgy by the priests, clad in their strange, stiff, antique vestments, and bearing ears of green corn upon their heads secured by flowing bands of white, the procession moved in absolute stillness, all persons, even the children ab- staining from speech after the utterance of the pon- tifical formula, Favete Unguis I — Silence ! Propi- tious Silence ! — lest any words save those proper to the occasion should hinder the religious efficac}^ of the rite. With the lad Marius, who, as the head of his house, took a leading part in the ceremonies of tiie day, there was a devout effort to complete this im- pressive outward silence by that inward tacitness of mind, esteemed so important by religious Romans in the performance of these sacred functions. To him the sustained stillness without seemed really but to 6 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. be waiting upon that interior, mental condition ot preparation or expectancy, for which he was just then intently striving. The persons about him, cer tainly, had never been challenged by those pra3''ers and ceremonies to any ponderings on the divine nature : they conceived them rather to be the ap- pointed means of setting such troublesome move- ments at rest. By them, " the religion of ISTuma," so staid, ideal and comely, the object of so much jealous conservatism, though of direct service as lending sanction to a sort of high scrupulosity, especially in the main points of domestic conduct, was mainly prized as being, through its hereditary character, something like a personal distinction — as contribut- ing, among the other accessories of an ancient house, to the production of that aristocratic atmosphere which separated them from newly-made people. But in the young Marius, the very absence of all definite history and dogmatic interpretation from those vener- able usages, had already awakened much speculative activity ; and to-day, starting from the actual details of the divine service, some very lively surmises, though hardly definite enough to be thoughts, were moving backwards and forwards in his mind, as the stirring wind had done all day among the trees, and were like the passing of some mysterious influence over all the elements of his nature and experience, One thing only distracted him — a certain pity at the bottom of his heart, and almost on his lips, for the sacrificial victims and their looks of terror, risingf almost to diso^ust at the central act of the sacrifice MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. f itself ; a piece of everyday butcher's work, such as we decorously hide out of siober part in MARIUS THE EPirUREAN". 9 the noisy feasting. A devout, regretful after-taste of wliat liacl been reall}^ beautiful in the ritual he had accomplished, took him early away, that he might the better recall in reverie all the circumstances of the celebration of the day. As he sank into a sleep, pleasant with all the influences of long hours in the open air, he seemed still to be moving in pro- cession through the fields, with a sort of pleasurable awe. That feeling was still upon him as he awoke amid the beating of violent rain upon the shutters, in the first storm of the season. The thunder which startled him from sleep seemed to make the solitude of his chamber almost painfully complete, as if the nearness of the angry clouds shut him up in a close place alone in the world. Then he thought of the sort of protection which that day's ceremonies assured. To procure an agreement with the gods — Pacem deorum exfoscere ! — that was the meaning of what they had all day been bus}^ upon. In a faith, ;sincere but half-suspicious, he would fain have those Powers at least not against him. Plis own nearer household gods were all around his bed : the spell of his religion as a part of the very essence of home, its intimacy, its dignity and security, was forcible at that moment ; only, it seemed to involve certair heavy demands upon him. CHAPTEE II. WHITE-NIGHTS. To an instinctive seriousness the material abode in which the childhood of Marius was passed had large- ly added. ^N^othing, you felt, as you first caught sight of that coy, retired place — surely nothing could happen there, without its full accompaniment of thought or reverie. White-nights I — so you might interpret its old Latin name. " The red rose came first," says a quaint German mystic, speakingyof " the mystery of so-called white things," as being " ever an after-thought — the doubles, or seconds, of real things, and themselves but half real or material — the white queen — the white witch — the white mass, which, as the black mass is a travesty of the true mass turned to evil by horrible old witches, is celebrated by young candidates for the priesthood with an uncon- secrated host, by way of rehearsal." So, white nights, I suppose, after something like the same analogy, should be nights not passed in quite blank forgetfulness, but those which we pass in continuous dreaming, only half- veiled by sleep. Certainly the place was, in such case, true to its fanciful name in this, that you might very well conceive, in the face of it, that dreaming even in the daytime might come to much there. 10 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. H The young Marius represented an ancient family whose estate had come down to him much curtailed through the extravagance of a certain Marcellus two generations before, a favorite in hig day of the fashionable world at Home, where he had at least spent his substance with a cori-ectness ot taste, wbich Marius might seem to have inherited from him ; as he was believed also to resemble him in a singularly pleasant smile, consistent, however, in the younger face, with some degree of somber expression when the mind within was but slightly moved. As the means of life decreased the farm had crept nearer and nearer to the dwelling-house, about which there was therefore a trace of workday negligence or homeliness, not without its picturesque charm for some, for the young master himself among them. The more observant passer-by would note, curious as to the inmates, a certain amount of dainty care amid that neglect, as if it came in part, perhaps^ from a reluctance to disturb old associations. It was significant of the national character, that a sort of elegant gentleman farming, as we say, was much affected by some of the most cultivated Eomans. But it was something more than an elegant diver- sion, something more of a serious business, with the household of Marius : and his actual interest in the cultivation of the earth and the care of flocks had brought him, at least, intimately near to those elementarv conditions of life, a reverence for which, the great Roman poet as he has shown by his own 12 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. half-mystic pre-occupation with them, held to be the ground of primitive Roman religion, as of primitive morals. But then, farm-life in Italy, including the culture of the vine and the olive, has a peculiar grace of its own, and might well contribute to the pro- duction of an ideal dignity of character, like that of nature itself in this gifted region. Yulgarity seemed impossible. The place, though impoverished, was still deservedly dear, full of venerable memories, and with a living sweetness of its own for to-day. It had been then a part of the struggling family pride of the lad's father to hold by those ceremonial traditions, to which the example of the head of the state, old Antoninus Pius — an example to be still further enforced by his successor — had given a fresh though perhaps somewhat artificial popularity. It was consistent with many another homely and old- fashioned trait in him, not to undervalue the charm of exclusiveness and immemorial authoritv, which membership in a local priestly college, hereditary in his house, conferred upon him. To set a real value on those things was but one element in that pious concern for his home and all that belonged to it, which, as Marius afterwards discovered, had been a strong motive with his father. The ancient hymn • — Jana Novella ! — was still sung by his people, as the new moon grew bright in the west, and even their wild custom of leaping through heaps of blaz- ing straw on a certain night in summer was not dis« couraged. Even the privilege of augury, according to one tradition, had at one time belonged to his MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 13 race : and if you can imagine how, once in a way, an impressible boy might have an inkling^ an inward mystic intimation, of the meaning and consequences of all that, what was implied in it becoming explicit for him, you conceive aright the mind of Marius, in whose house the auspices were still carefully con- sulted before every undertaking of moment. The devotion of the father, then, had handed on loyally — and that is all many not unimportant per- sons ever find to do — a certain tradition of life, which came to mean much for the young Marius. It was with a feeling almost exclusively of awe that he thought of his dead father ; though at times in- deed, with a not unpleasant sense of libert}^, as he could but confess to himself, pondering, in the actu- al absence of so weio^htv and continual a restraint, upon the arbitrary power which Roman religion and Roman law gave to the parent over his son. On the part of his mother, on the other hand, entertaining the husband's memory, there was a sustained fresh- ness of regret, together with the recognition, as Marius fancied, of some costly self-sacrifice, to be credited to the dead. The life of the widow, languid and shadowy enough but for the poignancy of that regret, was like one long service to the departed soul ; its many annual observances centering about the funeral urn — a tiny, delicately carved marble house, still white and fresh — in the family-chapel, wreathed always with the richest flowers from the gaj'den : the dead, in those country places, being allo^ved a somewhat closer neighborhood to the old 14 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. homes they were supposed still to protect, than is usual with us, or was usual in Rome itself — a close- ness which, so diverse are the ways of human senti- ment, the living welcomed, and in which the more wealthy, at least in the country, might indulge themselves. All thisMarius followed with a devout interest, sincerely touched and awed bv his mother's sorrow. After the deification of the emperors, we are told, it was considered impious so much as to use any coarse expression in the presence of their imao-es. To Marius the whole of life seemed full of sacred presences, demanding of him a similar collect- edness. The severe and archaic religion of the villa, as he conceiv^ed it, begot in him a sort of devout circumspection lest he should fall short at any point of the demand upon him of anything in which deity was concerned : he must satisfy, with a kind of sacred equity, he must be very cautious not to be wanting to, the claims of others, in their jo3^s and calamities — the happiness which deity sanctioned, or the blows in which it made itself felt. And from habit, this feeling of a responsibility towards the w^orld of men and things, towards a claim for due sentiment concerning them on his side, came to be a part of his nature not to be put off. It kept him serious and dignified amid the Epicurean speculations, which in after years much engrossed him, when he had learned to think of all religions as indifferent — serious, amid many fopperies, and through many languid days ; and made him anticipate all his life long, as a thin^ towards \yhioh MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 15 he must carefully train himself, some great occasion of self-devotion, like that which really came, which should consecrate his life, and it might be the mem- ory of it among others ; as the early Christian looked forward to martyrdom at the end of his course, as a seal of worth upon it. The traveler, descending from the slopes of Luna, even as he got his first view of the Port-qf- Venus, would pause by the way, to read the face, as it were, of so beautiful a dwelling-place, lying well away from the white road, at the point where it began to decline somewhat steeply to the marsh-land below. The building of pale red and yellow marble, mellowed by age, which he saw beyond the gates, was indeed but the exquisite fragment of a once large and sumptuous villa. Two centuries of the play of the sea- wind were in the velvet of the mosses which lay along its in- accessible ledges and angles. Here and there the marble plates had slipped from their places, where the delicate weeds had forced their way. The grace- ful wildness which prevailed in garden and farm, gave place to a singular nicety about the actual habitation, and a still more scrupulous sweetness and order reigned within. The old Koman architects seem to have well understood the decorative value of the floor — the real economy there was, in the production of rich interior effect, of a somewhat lavish expendi- ture upon the surface they trod on. The pavement of the hall had lost something of its evenness ; but, though a little rough to the foot, polished and cared for like a piece of silver, looked, as mosaic-work is 16 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. apt to do, its best in old age. Most noticeable among the ancestral masks, each in its little cedar chest be low the cornice, was that of the wasteful but elegant Marcellus, with the quaint resemblance in its yellow waxen features to Marius, just then so full of anima- tion and country color. A chamber, curved ingeni- ously into oval form, which he had added to the mansion, still contained his collection of works of art ; above all, the head of Medusa, for which the villa was famous. The spoilers of one of the old Greek towns on the coast had flung away, or lost the thing, as it seemed, in some rapid flight across the river below, from the sands of which it had been drawn up in a fisherman's net, with the fine golden lamince still clinging here and there to the bronze. It was Mar- cellus also who had contrived the prospect-tower of two stories, with the white pigeon-house above it, so characteristic of the place. The little glazed windows in the uppermost chamber framed each its dainty landscape — the pallid crags of Carrara, like wildly twisted snow-drifts above the purple heath ; the dis- tant harbor with its freight of white marble going to sea ; the lighthouse temple of Venus Speciosa on its dark headland, ^mid the long-drawn curves of white breakers. Even on summer nights the air there had always a motion in it, and drove the scent of the new-mown hay along all the passages of the house. Something pensive, spellbound, and as but half real, something cloistral or monastic, as we should say, united to that exquisite order, made the whole place seem to Marius, as it were — sacellum — the MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 17 peculiar sanctuary of his mother, who, still in real widowhood, provided the deceased Marius the elder, with that secondary sort of life which we can o^ive to the dead, in our intensely realized memory of them — the " subjective immortality," as some now call it, for which many a Iloman epitaph cries out plaintively to widow or sister or daughter, still alive in the land of the livinof. Certainly, if any such considerations regarding them do reach the shadowy people, he enjoyed that secondary existence, that warm place still left, in thought at least, beside the living, the desire for which is actually, in various forms, so great a motive with most of us. And Marius the younger, even thus early, came to think of women's tears, of women's hands to lay one to rest, in death as in the sleep of childhood, as a sort of natural want. The soft lines of the w^hite hands and face, set among the many folds of the veil and stole of the Roman widow, busy upon her needlework, or with music sometimes, defined themselves for him as the typical expression of maternity. Helping her with her white and purple wools, and caring for her musical instru- ments, he won, as if from the handling of such things, an urbane and feminine refinement, qualifying the freshness of his country -grown habits — the sense of a certain delicate blandness, which he relished, above all, on returning to the " chapel " of his mother, after long days of open-air exercise, in winter or stormy summer. For poetic souls in old Italy felt, hardly less strongly than the English, the pleasures of winter, of the hearth, with the very dead warm 2 18 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. in its generous heat, keeping the young myrtles in flower, though the hail is beating hard without. One important principle, of fruit afterwards in his Eoman life, that relish for the country fixed deeply in him ; in the winters especially, when the sufferings of the animal world come so palpably before even the least observant. It fixed in him a sympathy for all crea- tures, for the almost human sicknesses and troubles of the flocks, for instance. It was a feeling which had in it something of religious veneration for life, as such — for that mvsterious essence which man is powerless to create in even the feeblest degree. One by one, at the desire of his mother, the lad broke down his cherished traps and springes for the hungry wild birds on the salt marsh. A white bird, she told him once, looking at him gravely — a bird which he must carry in his bosom across a crowded public place — his own soul was like that ! Would it reach the hands of his good genius on the opposite side, un- ruffled and unsoiled ? And as his mother became to him the very type of maternity in things — its un- failing pity and protectiveness — and maternity itself the central type of all love ; so, that beautiful dwell- ing-place gave singular reality and concreteness to a peculiar ideal of home, which through all the rest of his life he seemed, amid many distractions of spirit, to be ever seeking to regain. And a certain vague fear of evil, constitutional in him, enhanced still further that sentiment of home, as a place of tried security. His religion, that old Italian religion, in contrast with the really light- MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. I9 hearted religion of Greece, had its deep undercurrent of gloom, its sad, haunting imageries, not exclusively confined to the walls of Etrurian tombs. The func- tion of the conscience, not always as the prompter of a gratitude for benefits received, but oftenest as his accuser before those angry heavenly masters, had a large place in it ; and the sense of some unexplored evil, ever dogging his footsteps, made him oddly suspicious of particular places and persons. Though his liking for animals was so strong, yet one fierce day in early summer, as he walked along a narrow road, he had seen the snakes breeding ; and had ever afterwards avoided that place and its ugly associa- tions, for there had been something in the incident which had made food distasteful and his sleep uneasy for many days afterwards. The memory of it how- ever had almost passed away, when at the corner of a street in Pisa, he came upon an African showman exhibiting a great serpent ; and again, as the reptile writhed, the former painful impression revived : it was like a peep into the lower side of the real world, and again for many days took all sweetness from sleep and food. He wondered at himself indeed, trying to puzzle out the secret of that repugnance, having no particular dread of a snake's bite, like one of his companions, who had put his hand into the mouth of an old garden-god and roused there a sluggish viper. A kind of pity even mingled with his aversion, and he could hardly have killed or injured the animals, which seemed already to suffer by the very circumstance of their life. It was 20 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. something like a fear of the supernatural, or perhaps rather a moral feeling, for the face of a great serpent, with no grace of fur or feathers, unlike the faces of birds or quadrupeds, has a kind of humanity of aspect in its spotted and clouded nakednesSo There was a humanity, dusty and sordid, and as if far gone in corruption, in the sluggish coil, as it awoke suddenly into one metallic spring of pure enmity against him. Long afterwards, when it happened that at Rome he saw, a second time, a showman with his serpents, he remembered the night which had then followed, thinking, in Saint Augustine's vein, on the real greatness of those little troubles of children, of which older people make light ; but with a sudden gratitude also, as he reflected how richly possessed his life had actually been of beautiful aspects and imageries, seeing how greatly what was repugnant to the eye disturbed his peace. Thus the boyhood of Marius passed ; on the whole, more given to contemplation than to action. Less prosperous in fortune than at an earlier day there had been reason to expect, and animating his soli- tude, as he read eagerly and intelligently, w^ith the traditions of the past, already he lived much in the realm of the imagination, and became betimes, as he was to continue all through life, something of an idealist, constructing the world for himself in great measure from w^ithin, by the exercise of meditative power. A vein of subjective philosophy, with the individual for its measure of all things, there was to be always in his intellectual scheme of the world and MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 21 of conduct, with a certain incapacity wholly to accept other men's values of things. And the generation of this peculiar element in his temper he could trace up to the days when his life had been so like the reading of a romance to him. Had the Romans a word for unworldly f The beautiful word ni/ibratilis comes nearest to it, perhaps ; and, in that precise sense, might describe the spirit in which he prepared himself for the sacerdotal function, hereditary in his family — the sort of mystic enjoyment he had in the abstinence, the strenuous self-control and ascesis, which such preparation involved. Like the 3^oung Ion in the beautiful opening of the play of Euripides, who every morning sweeps the temple floor wnth such a fund of cheerfulness in his service, he was apt to be happy in sacred places, with a susceptibility to their peculiar influences which he never outgrew ; so that often in after-times, quite unexpectedly, this feeling would revive in him, still fresh and strong. That first, early, boyish ideal of priesthood, the sense of dedication, survived through all the dis- tractions of the world, when all thought of such vo- cation had finally passed from him, as a ministry, in spirit at least, towards a sort of hieratic beauty and orderliness in the conduct of life. And now what relieved in part this over-tension of soul was the lad's pleasure in the country and the open air ; above all, the ramble to the coast, over the marsh wath the dwarf roses and wild lavender, and the delightful signs, one after another — the aban- doned boat, the ruined flood-gates, the flock of wild 22 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN, birds — that one was approaching the sea ; the long summer-day of idleness among its vague scents and sounds. And it was characteristic of him that he relished especiall}^ the grave, subdued, northern notes in all that — the charm of the French or English notes, as we might term them — in the luxuriant Italian landscape. CHAPTEE III. DILEXI DECOREM DOMUS TJJM. That almost morbid religious idealism, and his healthful love of the country, were both alike de- veloped by the circumstances of a journey, which happened about this time, when Marius was taken to a certain temple of JEsculapius, among the hills of Etruria, as was then usual in such cases, for the cure of some boyish sickness. The religion of ^scu- lapius, though borrowed from Greece, had been nat- uralized in Home in the old republican times ; but it was under the Antonines that it reached the height of its popularity throughout the Roman world. It was an age of valetudinarians, in many instances of imaginary ones ; but below its various crazes concerning health and disease, largely multi- plied a few years after the time of which I am speaking by the miseries of a great pestilence, lay a valuable, because partly practicable, belief that all the maladies of the soul might be reached through the subtle gatewa\^s of the body. Salus — salvation — for the Romans, had come to mean bodily sanity ; and the religion of the god of bodily health — Salvator^ ar^ they called him, absolute- ly — had a chance just then of becoming the one religion ; that mild and philanthropic son of Apollo 24 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. surviving, or absorbing, all other pagan godhead The apparatus of the medical art, the salutary miner- al or herb, diet or abstinence, and all the varieties of the bath, came to have a kind of sacramental charac- ter ; so deep was the feeling, in more serious minds, of a moral or spiritual profit in physical health, be- yond the obvious bodily advantages one had of it ; the body becoming truly, in that case, but a quiet nandmaid of the soul. The priesthood or " fam- ily " of ^sculapius, a vast college, believed to be in possession of certain precious medical secrets, came nearest perhaps, of all the institutions of the pagan world, to the Christian priesthood ; the temples of the god, rich, in some instances, with the accumu- lated thank-offerings of centuries of a tasteful devo- tion, being really also a kind of hospitals for the sick, administered in a full conviction of the relig- iousness, the refined and sacred happiness, of a life spent in the relieving of pain. Elements of a really experimental and progressive knowledge there were doubtless amid this devout enthusiasm, bent so faithfully on the reception of health as a direct gift from God ; but for the most part his care was held to take effect through a ma- chinery easily capable of misuse for purposes of re- ligious fraud. It was above all through dreams, inspired by ^sculapius himself, that information as to the cause and cure of a malady was held to come to the sufferer, in a belief based on the truth that dreams do sometimes, for those who watch them carefully, give many . hints concerjaing the c^ndi' MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 25 tionsof the body — those latent weak points at which disease or death may most easily break into it. In the time of Marcus Aurelius these medical dreams had become more than ever a fashionable caprice. Aristeides, " the Orator," a man of undoubted intel- lectual power, has devoted six discourses to their interpretation; the really scientific Galen has re- corded how beneficently they had intervened in his own case, at certain turning-points of life ; and a belief in them was one of the frailties of the wise emperor himself. Partly for the sake of these dreams, living ministers of the god, more likely to come to one in his actual dwelling-place than else- where, it was almost a necessity that the patient should sleep one or more nights within the precincts of a temple consecrated to his service, during which time he must observe certain rules prescribed by the priests. It was for this purpose that after devoutly salu- ting the Lares^ as was customary before starting on a journey, Marius set forth one summer morning for the great temple which lay among the hills beyond the valley of the Arnus. I^ was his greatest adven- ture hitherto ; and he had much pleasure in all its details, in spite of his feverishness. Starting early, under the guidance of an old serving-man who drove the mules, with his wife who took all that was need- ful for their refreshment on the way and for the offering at the shrine, they went, under the geniai heat, halting now and then to pluck certain flowers seen for the first time on these high places, upwards, 26 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. through a long day of sunshine, while cliffs and woods sank gradually below their path. The even- ing came as they passed along a steep white road with many windings among the pines, and it was night when they reached the temple, the lights of which shone out upon them as they paused before the gates of the sacred enclosure, and Marius be- came alive to a singular purity in the air. A rip- pling of water about the place was the only thing audible, as they waited till two priestly figures, speak- ing Greek to each other, admitted them into a large, white-walled and clearly lighted guest-chamber, in which, as he partook of a simple but wholesomely prepared supper, Marius still seemed to feel pleas- antlv the height they had attained to among the hills". The agreeable sense of all this was spoiled by only one thing, his old fear of serpents ; for it was under the form of a serpent that ^sculapius had come to Rome; and the last definite thought of his weary head before he fell asleep had been a dread either that the god might appear, as he was said sometimes to do, under this hideous aspect, or perhaps one of those great sallow-hued snakes themselves, kept in the sacred place, as he had also heard was usual. And after an hour's feverish dreaming he awoke — with a cry, it would seem, for someone had entered the room with a light ; but the footsteps of the youth- ful figure which approached and sat by his bedside were certainly real. Ever afterwards, when the thought arose in his mind of some unexpected but MAIIIUS THE EPICUREAN. 27 entire relief from distress, like blue sky in a storm at sea, would come back the memory of that gracious countenance which, amid all the kindness of its gaze, had yet a certain air of dominance over him, so that he seemed now for the first time to have found the master of his spirit. It would have been sweet to be the servant of him who now sat beside him speaking. He caught a lesson from what was then said, still somewhat beyond his years, a lesson in the skilled cultivation of life, of experience, of opportunity, which seemed to be the aim of the young priest's recommendations. The sum of them, through various forgotten intervals of argument, as might have hap- pened in a dream, was the precept, repeated many times under slightly varied aspects, of a diligent pro- motion of the capacity of the eye, inasmuch as in the eye would lie for him the determining influence of life : — he was of the number of those who, in the words of a poet who came long after, must be " made perfect by the love of visible beauty." It wan a dis- course conceived from the point of view of a theory which Marius afterwards found in Plato's Phmdrus^ the theory of the dr.oppo-q mo xaD.nb^, which sup^ poses men's spirits to be susceptible to certain in- fluences, diffused, like streams or currents, by fair things or persons visibly present — green fields and children's faces, for instance — into the air around them ; and which, with certain natures, are like potent material essences, conforming the seer to themselves as by some cunning physical necessity. This theory, in itself so fantastic, had however deter- 28 MARIUS THE EPICUIIEAN. mined in a range of methodical suggestions, altogether quaint here and there from their circumstantial minuteness. And throughout the possibility of some vision of a new city coming down " like a bride out of heaven," a vision still indeed, it might seem, a long way off, but to be granted perhaps one day to the eyes thus trained, was presented as the motive of this laboriously practical course of direction. " If thou wouldst have all about thee like the colors of some fresh picture, in a clear light," so the discourse recommenced after a pause, " be temperate in thy religious motions, in love, in wine, in all things, and of a peaceful heart with thy fellows." To keep the eye clear by a sort of exquisite personal alacrity and cleanliness, extending even to his dwelling-place ; to discriminate, ever more and more exactly, select form and color in things from what was less select ; to meditate much on beautiful visible objects, on objects, more especially, connected with the period of youth — on children at play in the morning, the trees in early spring, on young animals, on the fashions and amusements of young men ; to keep ever by him if it were but a single choice flower, a graceful animal or sea-shell, as a token and repre- sentative of the whole kingdom of such things ; to avoid jealousy, in his way through the world, every- thing repugnant to sight ; and, should any circum- stance tempt him to a general converse in the range of such objects, to disentangle himself from that circumstance at any cost of place, money, or oppor- tunity ; such were, in brief outline, the duties recog- MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 29 nized, the rights demanded, in this new formula of life. It was delivered with an air of conviction, as if the speaker could indeed see into the recesses of the mental and physical constitution of the listener ; and it came from the lips of one who had about him some secret fascination in his own expression of a perfect temperance, as if the merely negative quality of purit}^ the absence of any taint or flaw, exercised a positive influence. Long afterwards, when Marius read the Charmides — that other dialogue of Plato, into which he seems to have expressed the very genius of old Greek temperance — it was tljie image of this speaker which came back vividly before him, to play the chief part in the conversation. It was as a weighty sanction of that temperance, in almost visible symbolism (an outward imagery identifying itself v/ith unseen moralities) that the memory of the double experience of that night, the dream of the great sallow snake and the utterance of the young priest, always returned to him ; and it was a contrast which made him revolt with unfalter- ing instinct from the bare thought of any excess in sleep, or diet, or even in matters of taste, still more from any excess of a coarser kind. When he awoke again in that exceeding freshness which he had felt on his arrival the evening before, but with the clear sunlight all about him, it seemed as if his sickness had really departed with the terror of the night : a confusion had passed from the brain, a painful dryness from his hands. It was a delight merely to be alive and there ; and as he bathed In 30 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. the fresh water, set ready for his use, the air of the room about him seemed like pure gold, and the very shadows rich with color. Summoned at length by one of the white-robed brethren, he went out to walk in the temple garden. At a distance, on either side, his guide pointed out to him the Houses of Birth and Deaths erected for the reception respectively of women about to become mothers and those about to die ; neither of those incidents being allowed to defile, as was thought, the actual precincts of the shrine. His visitor of the previous night he saw nowhere again. But among the official ministers of the place there was one, already pointed out as of great celebrity, and whom Marius saw often in after years at Rome, the physician Galen, now about thirty years old. He was standing with his hood partly drawn over his face, beside the holy well, as Marius and his guide approached it. This famous well or conduit, the original cause of the temple and its surrounding institutions, was sup- plied by the water of a spring w^hich flowed directly out of the rocky foundations of the shrine. From the rim of its basin rose a circle of trim columns, supporting a cupola of singular lightness and grace, seeming to cast no shadow across the well, and itself full of light from the rippling surface, through which might be seen the wavy figure- work of the marble lining below, as the spring of water rushed in. Legend told of a visit of ^sculapius to this place, earlier and happier than his first coming to Rome : an inscription in letters of gold, which ran round MARIUS THE EPICUREAN 31 the base of the cupola, recorded it — Hue jyrofectus filius Dei 'jriaxime amavit hunc locum : — and it was then that this most intimately human of all the gods had given men this well, with all its salutary prop- perties, to be his visible servant or minister. The element itself, when received into the mouth, in con- sequence of its entire freedom from adhering organic matter, was more like a draught of wonderfully pure air than water ; and after tasting, Marius was told many mysterious circumstances concerning it, by one and another of the bystanders, delighting to talk of their marvelous well : — he who drank often of the liquid might well think that he had tasted of the Homeric lotus, so great became his desire to remain always on that spot ; carried to other places, it was almost indefinitely conservative of its fine qualities ; nay ! a few drops of it would amend other water ; and it flowed not only with unvarying abundance, but with a volume so oddly rhythmical, that the well stood always just full to the margin, whatever quan- tity might be drawn from it, seeming to answer with strange alacrity of service to human needs, like a true creature and pupil of the philanthropic god. And certainly the little crowd around seemed to find a singular refreshment in gazing upon it. The whole place appeared sensibly influenced by the amiable and healthful spirit of the thing. All the objects of the country were there at their freshest. In the great park-like enclosure for the maintenance of the sacred animals offered by the convalescent, grass and trees were allowed to grow with a kind of graceful 32 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. wildness ; otherwise, all was wonderfully nice : and that freshness seemed even to have something moral in its inflnence, as if it acted upon the body and the merely bodily powers of apprehension, through the intelligence; and to the end of his visit Marius saw no more serpents. A lad was just then drawing the water for temple uses, and Marius followed him as he returned from the well, more and more impressed by the religious- ness of all he saw, as he passed through a long cor- ridor, the walls of which were well-nigh covered by votive inscriptions recording favors received from the son of Apollo,- and with a lurking fragrance of incense in the air, explained, as he turned aside through an open doorway into the temple itself. His heart bounded as the refined and daintv mao-nificence of the place came upon him suddenly, in the flood of early sunshine, with the ceremonial lights burning here and there, and withal a singular expression of sacred order, a surprising cleanliness and simplicity. Certain priests, men whose countenance bore a deep impression of cultivated mind, each with his little group of assistants, were gliding round silently, to perform their morning salutation to the god, raising the closed thumb and flnger of the right hand with a kiss in the air, as they came and went on their sacred business, bearing their frankincense and lustral water. Around the walls, at such a level that the worshipers might read, as in a book, the story of the god and his sons, the brotherhood of the Asclepiadde^ ran a series of imageries, carved in low relief* their MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 33 delicate light and shade being heightened, here and there, with gold. Fullest of inspired and sacred ex- pression, as if in this place the chisel of the artist had indeed dealt not with marble but with the very breath of feeling and thought, was the scene in which the earliest generation of the sons of ^Esculapius were transformed into healing dreams ; for *' being- grown now too glorious to abide any longer among men, bv the aid of their sire thev put awav their mortal bodies, and came into another country, yet not indeed into Elysium nor into the Islands of the Blest. But being made like to the immortal gods, they began to pass about through the world, changed thus far from their first form that they appear eternally young, as many persons have seen them in many places — ministers and heralds of their father, passing to and fro over the earth, like gliding stars. Which thing is, indeed, the most Avonderful con- cerning them ! " And in this scene, as throughout the series, w^ith all its crowded personages, Marius noted on the carved faces the same peculiar union of unction, almost of hilarity, with a certain reserve and self-possession, which was conspicuous in the liv- ing ministrants around him. In the central space, upon a pillar or pedestal, hung ex voto, w^ith the richest personal ornaments, stood the image of JEsculapius himself, surrounded by choice flowering plants. It presented the type, still with something of the severity of the earlier art of Greece about it, not of an aged and crafty phy- sician, but of a youth, earnest and strong of aspect. 34 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. carr^ang an ampulla or bottle in one hand, and in the other a traveler's staff, as a pilgrim among his pilgrim worshipers ; and one ot* the ministers ex- plained to Marius this pilgrim guise : how one chief source of the master's knowledge of healing had been the observation of the remedies resorted to by animals when laboring under disease or pain — what leaf or berry the lizard or dormouse lay upon its wounded fellow ; for which purpose he had for years led the life of a wanderer in wild places. The boy took his place as the last comer, a little way behind the group of worshipers who stood in front of the image; and there, lifting up his face, with the palms of his two hands raised and open before him, and taught by the priest, said his collect of thanksgiving and prayer (Aristeides has recorded it at the end of his Asclepiadce to the Inspired Dreams) : " O ye children of Apollo ! who in time past have stilled the waves of sorrow for many people, and lighted up a lamp of safety before those who travel by sea and land, be pleased, in your great condescen- sion, though ye be equal in glory with your elder brethren the Dioscuri, and your lot in immortal youth be as theirs, to accept this prayer, which in sleep and vision ye have inspired. Order it aright, I pray you, according to your loving-kindness to men. Preserve me from sickness ; and endue my body with such a measure of health as may sufiBce it for the obeying of the spirit, that I may pass my days unhindered and in quietness." On the Ifist morning of his visit Marius entered MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 35 the shrine again, and just betore bis departure the priest, who had been his special director during his stay at the place, lifting a cunningly contrived panel, which formed the back of one of the carved seats at the end of the temple, bade him look through. It was like the vision of a new world, by the opening of an unsuspected window in some familiar dwelling- place. He looked out upon a long-drawn valley, of a most cheerful aspect, hidden, by the peculiar conformation of the locality, from all points of obser- vation but this. In a green meadow at the foot of the olive-clad rocks just below, the novices were taking their exercise. The sides of the vale lay both alike in full sunlight; and its distant opening was closed by a beautifully formed mountain, from which the last wreaths of morning mist were rising undei the heat. It was the very presentment of a land of hope ; its hollows brimful of a shadow of blue flowers ; and lo ! on the one level space of the horizon, in a long dark line, were towers and a dome : and that was Pisa. — Or Rome, was it ? asked Marius, ready to believe the utmost, in his excite- ment. All this served, as he saw afterwards in retrospect, at once to strengthen and to purify a certain vein of character in him. Developing the ideal, pre-existent there, of a religious beauty, associated for the future with the exquisite splendor of the temple of ^^scu- lapius, as it dawned upon him on that morning of his first visit — it developed that ideal in connection with a vivid sense of the value of mental and bodily 36 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. sanity. And this recognition of the beauty, even for the aesthetic sense, of mere bodily health, now ac- quired, operated afterwards as an influence morally salutary, counteracting the less desirable, or even hazardous tendencies of some phases of thought, through which he was to pass. He came home, brown with health, to find the health of his mother failing ; and about her death, which occurred not long afterwards, there was a cir- cumstance which rested with him as the cruellest touch of all in an event, which for a time seemed to have taken the light out of the sunshine. She died away from home, but sent for him at the last, with a painful effort on her part, but to his great grati- tude, pondering, as he always believed, that he might chance otherwise to look back all his life long upon a single fault with something like remorse, and find the burden a great one. For it had happened that, through some sudden, incomprehensible petulance of his, there had been an angry childish gesture, and a slighting word, at the very moment of her depar- ture, actually for the last time, remembering which, he would ever afterwards pray to be preserved from offenses against his own affections ; the thought of that marred parting having peculiar bitterness for one, who set so much store, both by principle and habit, on the sentiment of home. i < CHAPTER lY. O MARE, O LITTUS, VERUM SECRETUMQUE MOTSEION I QUAM MULTA INVEN1TIS,QUAM MULTA DICTATIS ! Pliny's Letters. It would hardly have been possible to feel more seriously than did Mariusin those grave years of his early life. But the death of his mother turned that seriousness of mere feeling into a matter of the in- telligence ; it made him a questioner ; and by bring- ing into full evidence to him the force of his affections and tlie probable importance of their place in his future, developed in him generall}^ the more human and earthly elements of character. A singularly virile consciousness of the realities of life pronounced itself in him ; still however, as, in the main, a poetic apprehension, though united already with something of personal ambition and the instinct of self-assertion. There were days when he could suspect, though it was a suspicion he was careful at first to put from him, that that early, much cherished religion of the villa might come to count with him as but one form of poetic beauty, or of the ideal, in things — as but one voice, in a world where there were many voices it would be a moral weakness not to listen to. And vet that one voice out of many, through its forcible 37 38 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. preoccupation of his childish conscience, still seemed to make a claim upon him of a quite exclusive character, defining itself as essentially one of but two possible leaders of his spirit ; the other of those two leaders proposing to him an unlimited self -expansion in a world of various sunshine. It was a contrast so pronounced as to make the easy, light-hearted, un- suspecting exercise of himself, among the temptations of the new phase of life which had now begun for him, seem nothing less than a rival religion, a rival religious service. The temptations, the various sun- shine, were those of the old town of Pisa, where Marius was now a tall schoolboy. It was a place lying just far enough from his home to make his rare visits to it in childhood seem like adventures, which had never failed to fill his imagination with new and refreshing impulses. The pensive, partly decayed place, which still had its commei'ce hy sea, and its fashion at the bathing-season, had lent, at one time the vivid memory of its fair streets of marble, at another the solemn outline of the dark hills of Luna in its background, at another the living glances of its men and women, to the thickly gathering crowd of impressions, out of which his notion of the world was then forming. And while he learned that the object, or the experience, as it will be in memory, is reall}' the chief thing to care for from first to last, in the conduct of our lives ; all these things were feeding also the idealism constitutional with him — his innate and habitual longing for a world altogether fairer tlian that he saw. The child could find his wav in MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 39 thought along those streets of the old town, expecting duly the shrines at their corners, and their recurrent intervals of garden-courts, or side-view of distant sea. The great temple of the place, as he could remember it, on turning back once for a last look, from a wind- ing of his homeward road, counting its tall gray columns between the blue of the bay and the blue fields of blossomino: flax bevond ; the harbor and its lights ; the foreign ships lying there ; the sailors' chapel of Yenus and her gilded image, hung with votive gifts ; the seamen themselves, their women and children, who had a whole peculiar color- world of their own : — the boy's superficial delight in the broad light and shadow of all this was mingled with the sense of power, of unknown distance, of the danger of storm and possible death. It was to this place that Marius came down now from White-nights, to live in the house of his tutor or guardian, that he might attend the school of a famous rhetorician, and learn, among other things, Greek. This school, one of many imitations of Plato's Academy in the old Athenian garden, lay in a quiet suburb of Pisa, and had its grove of cypresses, its porticoes, a house for the master, its chapel and images. For the memory of Marius in after-days, a clear morning sunlight seemed to lie perpetually on that severe picture in old gray and green. The lad went to this school daily betimes ; in state at first, with a young slave to carry his books ; and certainlv with no reluctance, for the siffht of his fellow-gcbolars, and their petulant activity, 40 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. coming upon the sadder, sentimental moods of his childhood, awoke at once that instinct of emulation which is but the other side of social sympathy ; and he was not aware, of course, how completely the difference of his previous training had made him, even in his most enthusiastic participation in the ways of that little world, still essentially but a spectator. While all their heart was in their limited boyish race, and its transitory prizes, he was alread}^ entertaining himself, in a very pleasurable medita- tiveness, with the little drama in action before him, as but the mimic, preliminary exercise for a larger contest; and already with an implicit Epicureanism. Watching all the gallant effects of their little rivalries — a scene in the main of fresh delightful sunshine — he entered at once into the sensations of a rivalry beyond them, into the passion of men ; and had already recognized a certain appetite for fame, for distinction among his fellows, as his dominant motive to be. The fame he conceived for himself at this time was, as the reader will have anticipated, of the intel- lectual order, that of a poet, perhaps. And as in that gray monastic tranquillity of the villa, inward voices from the reality of unseen things had come to him abundantly ; so here, among the sounds and aspects of the shore, and amid the urbanities, the graceful follies, of a bathing-place, it was the reality, the tyrannous reality, of things visible that was borne in upon him. The real world about him — a present humanity not less comely, it might seem, than that of MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 41 the old heroic days — endowing everything it touched upon, however remotely, down even to its little pass- ing tricks of fashion, with a kind of fleeting beauty, exercised over him just then a great fascination. That apprehension had come upon him very strongly one exceptionally line summer, the summer when at a somewhat earlier age than \vas usual, he had formally assumed the dress of manhood ; going into the Forum for that purpose, accompanied by his friends in festal array. At night, after the full measure of those cloudless days, he w^ould feel almost jaded, as if with a long succession of music and pictures. As he wandered through the gay streets or on the sea-shore, that real world seemed indeed boundless, and himself almost absolutely free in it, with a boundless appetite for experience, for material and spiritual adventure. Hitherto, all his rearing had tended to the imaginative exaltation of the past; but now the spectacle actually afforded to his untired and freely opened senses, suggested the reflection that the present had, it might be, really advanced beyond the past: and he was ready to boast in its ver}^ modernness. If, in a voluntary archaism the polite world of his day went back to a choicer generation, as it fancied, for the purpose of a fastidious self-correction, in matters of art, of literature, and even, as we have seen, of religion ; at least it improved, by a shade or two of more scrupu- lous finish, on the old pattern ; and the new era, like the Neu-zeit of the German enthusiasts at the beginning of our own century, might perhaDs be dis- 42 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. cerned, u waiting one just but a single step onward — the perfected new manner, in the consummation of time, alike as regards the things of the imagina- tion and the actual conduct of life. Only while the pursuit of an ideal like this demanded entire liberty of heart and brain, that old, staid, conservative re- ligion of his childhood, certainly had its being in a world of somewhat narrow restrictions. But then, the one was absolutely real, with nothing less than the reality of seeing and hearing ; — the other, how vague, shadowy, problematical ! Could its so limited probabilities be worth taking into account in any practical question as to the receiving or rejecting of what was indeed so real, and, on the face of it, so desirable ? And, dating from the time of his first coming to school, a great friendship had grown up for him, in that life of so few attachments — the pure and dis- interested friendship of schoolmates. He had seen Flavian for the first time on the evening of the dav in March on which he had arrived in Pisa, at the moment when his mind was full of wistful thoughts regarding the new life which was to begin for him next day, and he gazed curiously at the crowd of bustling scholars as they came from their classes. There was something in Flavian a shade disdainful, as he stood isolated from the rest for a moment, explained in part b}^ his stature and the distinction of his broad, smooth forehead ; tliough thei'c was a pleasantness, also, for the new-comer, in the somber blue eyes which seemed somehow to be taking a MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 43 keener hold upon things around than is usual with boys. Marius knew that those proud eyes made kindlv note of him for a moment, and felt some- thing like friendship at first sight. There was a tone of reserved gravity there, amid perfectly disciplined health, which, to his fancy, carried on the expression of the austere light, and the clear song of the black- bird, on that gray March evening. Flavian indeed was a creature who changed much wnth the changes of the passing light and shade about him, and was brilliant enough in the early sunshine in school next mornine:. Of all that little ^vorld of more or less gifted youth, surely the center w^as this lad of servile birth. Prince of the school, he had gained an easy dominion over the old Greek master by the fascina- tion of his parts, and over his fellow-scholars by the figure he bore. He wore already the manly dress; and standing there in class, as he displayed his wonderful quickness in reckoning, or his taste in declaiming Homer, he was like a carved figure in motion, thought Marius, but wnth that indescribable gleam upon it w^hich the words of Homer actually suggested as perceptible on the visible forms of the gods — o\a 0£oh^ inevTJvoOev aiev iovtag. A story hung by him, a story which his comrades acutely connected with his habitual air of somewhat peevish pride. Two points were held to be clear amid its general vagueness — a rich stranger paid his schooling, and he was himself very poor ; though 4i: MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. there was an attractive piquancy in tlie poverty of Flavian which in a scholar of another iloure mioht have been despised. Over Marius too, his dominion was entire. Three yeai's older than he, Flavian was appointed to help the younger boy in his studies, and Marius thus became virtually his servant in many things, taking his humors with a sort of grateful pride in being noticed at all ; and, thinking over all that afterwards, he found that the fascination he experienced had been a sentimental one, depending on the concession to himself of an intimacy, a certain tolerance of his company, granted to no other. That was in the earliest days ; and then, as the intimacy grew, the genius, the intellectual power of Flavian, began its sway over him. The brilliant youth who loved dress, and dainty food, and flowers, and seemed to have a natural alliance with, and claim upon, everything else which was physically select and bright, cultivated also that foppery of words, of choice diction, which was common among the elite spirits of that day ; and Marius, early an expert and elegant penman, transcribed for him his verses (the euphuism of which, amid a genuinely original power, was then so irresistibly delightful to him) in beauti- ful ink ; receiving from him in return the profit of his really great intellectual capacities, developed and accomplished under the ambitious desire to make his way effectively in life. Among other things he introduced him to the writings of a sprightly wit, then very busy with his pen, one Lucian — writings which seemed to overflow with MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 45 that intellectual light turned upon dim places, which, at least in seasons of mental fair weather, can make people laugh where they have been wont, perhaps, to pray. And, surely, the sunlight which filled those well-remembered early mornings in school, had had more than the usual measure of gold in it ! Marius, at least, would lie awake before the time, thinking of the delight of the long coming hours of hard work in the presence of Flavian, as other boys dream of a holiday. It was almost by accident at last, so wayward and capricious was he, that his reserve gave way, and Flavian told the story of his father — a freedman, presented late in life, and almost against his will, with the liberty so fondly desired in youth, and with the sacrifice of a part of his jpeculium — the slave's diminutive hoard — amassed by many a self- denial, in a life necessarily hard. The rich man, interested in the promise of the fair child born on his estate, sent him to school. It was the meanness and dejection, nevertheless, of that unoccupied old age which defined the leading memory of Flavian, revived sometimes, after that first confidence, with a burst of ano^rv tears amid the sunshine. But nature had had her economy in nursing the strength of this one natural affection ; for, save his half-selfish care for Marius, it was the single, really generous part— the one piety — in the lad's character. In him Marius saw the spirit of unbelief, achieved, as it were, at one step. The much-admired freedman 's son, as with the privilege of ^ iiatural aristocracy. 46 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. believed only in himself, and the brilliant and, in the main, sensuous gifts he had, or meant to acquire. And then, he had certainly yielded himself, though still with untouched health in a world where manhood comes early, to the seductions of a luxurious town, and Marius wondered sometimes, in the freer revela- tion of himself in conversation, at the extent of his early corruption. How often, afterwards, did evil things present themselves associated malignly with the memory of that beautiful head, and Avith a kind of borrowed charm and sanction in the natural grace of that ! To Marius at a later time, he counted for, as it were, an epitome of the whole pagan world itself, in the depth of his corruption under that perfection of form. And still, in his mobility, his animation, in his eager capacity for various life, he was so real an object, after that visionar}^ idealism of the villa. His voice, his glance, were like the breaking in of the solid world upon one, amid the flimsy fictions of a dream. A shadow, handling all things as shadows had felt a sudden real and poignant heat in them. Meantime, under his guidance, Marius was learning quickly and abundantly, because with a good-will There was that in the actual effectiveness of his figure w^hich stimulated the younger lad to make the most of opportunity ; and he had experience already that education added largely to one's capacity for enjoy- ment. He was acquiring what it is ever the chief function of all higher education to teach — a system or art, namely, of so relieving the ideal or poetic traits, the elements of distinction, in oyr every-day MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 47 life — of so exclusively living in them — that the un- adorned remainder of it, the mere drift and dehris of life, becomes as though it were not. And the con- sciousness of this aim came with the reading of one particular book, then fresh in the world, with wdiich he fell in about this time — a book which awakened the poetic or romantic capacity, as perhaps some other book might have done, but also gave it actually, as another might not have done, a strongly sensuous direction. It made him, in that visionary reception of every -day life, the seer, more especially, of a revelation in color and form. If our modern educa- tion in its better efforts really conveys to any of us that kind of idealizing power, it does so (though dealing mainly as its every -day instruments with the most select and ideal remains of ancient literature) oftenest by truant reading ; and so it happened also, long ago, with Marius and his friend Flavian. CHAPTER V» THE GOLDEN BOOK. The two lads were louno^ino^ too^ether over a book, half-buried in a heap of dry corn, in an old granary — the quiet corner to which they had climbed out of the way of their noisier companions on one of their blandest holiday afternoons. They looked round ; the western sun smote through the broad chinks of the shutters. How like a picture it all was ! and it was precisely the place described in what they were reading, with just that added poetic touch in the book which made it delightful and select, and, in the actual place, the ray of sunlight, transforming the rough grain among the cool brown shadows into heaps of gold. What they were intent on was, indeed, the book of books, the " golden " book of that day, a gift to Flavian, as was shown by the purple writing on the handsome yellow wrapper, following the title — Flaviane ! — it said. FLA.VIANE ! Flaviane ! Flaviane I LEGE Vivas ! Vivas I Feliciter I Floreas ! Gaudeas ! It was perfumed with oil of sandal wood, and deca rated with carved and gilt ivory bosses at each end oi the roller. 48 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 49 And the inside was something not less dainty and fine, full of the archaisms and curious felicities in which that age delighted, quaint terras and images picked fresh from the early dramatists, the life-like phrases of some lost poet preserved by an old gram- marian, racy morsels of the vernacular and studied prettinesses ; — all alike, mere playthings for the genuine power, and the natural eloquence of the erudite artist, unsuppressed by his erudition ; which however made some people angry, chiefly less well " got up " people, and especially those who were untidv from indolence. No ! it was certainly not that old-fashioned, un- conscious ease of the early literature, which could never come again ; which, how^ever, after all, had had more in common with the "infinite patience" of Apuleius, than with the hack-work readiness of his detractors, who might so well have been " self-con- scious" of going slip-shod. And at least he had succeeded in the precise literary effect he had in- tended, including a certain tincture of neology in expression — nonnihil interdimi elocidione novella parum signatum — in the language of Cornelius Fron- to, the contemporary prince of rhetoricians. What words he had found for conveying, with a single touch, the sense of textures, colors, incidents ! " Like jewelers' work ! Like a myrrhine vase ! " — admirers said of his writing. " The golden fiber in her hair, and the gold thread-work in her gown marked her as the mistress" — OAirum in comis et in tri.nrcifi^ ihi in- ^xum hie intexium^ niatronavnprofecto conjitehatut 4 50 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. — he writes, with his " curious felicity," of one of his heroines. Aurum intextum : gold fiber — well ! there was something of that kind in his own work. And then, in an age when people, from the emperor Aurelius downwards, prided themselves, unwisely, on writing in Greek, he had written for Latin people in their own tongue; though still, in truth, with all the care of one writing a learned language. Not less inventive and happy were the incidents presented — story within story — stories with the sudden, un- looked-for changes of dreams. He had his humorous touches also : and what went to the more ordinary boyish taste, in those somewhat peculiar readers, what would have charmed boys far more purely boyish, was the adventure — the bear loose in the house at night, the wolves storming the farms in winter, the exploits of the robbers, their charming caves, the delightful thrill one had at the question — " Don't you know that these roads are infested by robbers ? " The scene of the romance was laid in Thessaly, the original land of witchcraft ; and took one up and down its mountains, and into its old weird towns, the haunts of magic and incantation, where all the most genuine appliances of the black art, left behind her bv Medea when she fled throuo^h the countrv, were still in use. In the city of Ilypata indeed, nothing seemed to be its true self — *' You ' might think that through the murmuring of some cadaver- ous spell, all things had been changed into forms not their own : that there was humanity in the hardness of the stones vou stumbled on, that the MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 51 birds you heard singing were feathered men, that the trees around the walls drew their leaves from a like source. The statues seemed about to move, the walls to speak, the dumb cattle to break out in prophecy ; nay ! the very sky and the sunbeams, as if they might suddenly cry out." There are witches there who can draw down the moon, or at least the lunar virus — that white fluid she sheds ; to be found, so rarely, " on lofty, heathy places ; which is a poison, and a touch of which will drive men mad." And in one very remote village lives the sorceress Pamphile, who turns her neighbors into various animals. What true humor in the scene where, after mounting the rickety stairs, Lucius, peeping curiously through a chink in the door, is a spectator of the transformation of the old witch herself into a bird, that she may take flight to the object of her affections— into an owl! "First she stripped off every rag she had. Then opening a certain chest she took from it many small boxes, and removing the lid of one of them, rubbed herself over for a long- time, from head to foot, with an ointment it contained, and after much low muttering to her lamp, began at last to jerk and shake her limbs. And as her limbs moved to and fro, out burst the soft feathers ; stout wings came forth to view ; her nose grew hard and hooked ; her nails were crooked into claws ; and Pamphile was an owl. She uttered a queasy screech ; and, leaping little by little from the ground to make trial of herself, fled presently, on full wing, out of doors." 62 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. By clumsy imitation of that, Lucius, the hero of the romance, transforms himself, not as he had in- tended into a showy winged creature, but into the animal which has given name to the book ; for, throughout it, there runs a vein of racy, 'homely satire on the love of magic then prevalent, curiosity about which had led Lucius to meddle with the old woman's appliances. " Be you my Yenus," he says to the pretty maid-servant who has introduced him to the view of Pamphile, " and let me stand by you a winged Cupid ; " and, freely applying the magic ointments, sees himself transformed, " not into a bird, but into an ass ! " Well ! the proper remedy for that is a meal of roses, could such be found ; and many are his quaintly picturesque attempts to come by them at that adverse season ; as he does at last, when the grotesque procession of Isis passes by, with a bear and other strange animals in its train, and the ass following along with the rest suddenly crunches the chaplet of roses carried in the high priest's hand. Meantime, however, he must wait for the spring, with more than the outside of an ass ; '* though I was not so much a fool, nor so truly an ass," he tells us, when he happens to be left alone with a daintily spread table, " as to neglect this most de- licious fare, and feed upon coarse hay." For, in truth, all through the book, there is an unmistakably real feeling for asses, with bold. Swift- like touches, and a genuine animal breadth. Lucius was the original ass, who peeping slily from the window of MARIU8 THE EPICUREAN. 5,^ his hiding-place forgot all about the big shadow he cast just above him, and gave occasion to the joke or proverb about " the peeping ass and his shadow." But the merely marvelous, a delight in which is one of the really serious parts in most boys, passed at times, those young readers still feeling the fasci- nation of it, into what French writers call the macabre —thiit species of almost insane preoccupation with the materialities of the moldering flesh, that luxury of disgust in gazing on corruption, which was connected, in this writer at least, with not a little obvious coarseness. It was a strange notion of the coarse lust of the actual world, which Marius got from some of these episodes. " I am told," they read, " that when foreigners are interred, the old witches are in the habit of out-racing the funeral procession, to ravage the corpse" — in order to ob- tain certain cuttings and remnants from it, with which to injure the living ; " especially if the witch has happened to cast her eye upon some goodly voung man." And the scene of the nio^ht-watchino- of a dead body lest the witches should come to tear off the flesh with their teeth, is worthy of Theophile Gautier. But set as one of the episodes in the main narrative — a true gem amid its mockeries, its coarse thougli genuine humanity, its burlesque horrors, came the tale of Cupid and Psyche, full of brilliant lifelike situations — speciosa locis — and abounding in lovely visible imagery (one seemed to see and handle the golden hair, the fresh flowers, the precious works of 54 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. art, in it) yet full also of a gentle idealism, so that you might take it, if you chose, for an allegory. With a concentration of all his finer literary gifts^ Apuleius had gathered into it the floating star- matter of many a delightful old story. — The story of Cupid and Psyche. In a certain city lived a king and queen who had three daughters exceeding fair. But the beauty of the two elder, though pleasant to behold, 3^et passed not the measure of human praise, while such was the loveliness of the youngest that men's speech was too poor to commend it worthily and could express it not at all. Many of the citizens and of strangers, whom the fame of this excellent vision had gathered thither, confounded by that matchless beauty, could but kiss the finger-tips of their right hands at sight of her, as in adoration to the goddess Venus herself. And soon a rumor passed through the country that she whom the blue deep had borne, forbearing her divine dignity, was even then moving among men, or that, by some fresh germination from the stars, not the sea now, but the earth, had put forth a new Yenus, endued w4th the flower of virginity. This belief, with the fame of the maiden's loveli ness, went dailv further into distant lands, so that many people were drawn together to behold that glorious model of the age. Men sailed no longer to Paphos, to Cnidus or Cythera, to the presence of the goddess Yenus; her sacred rites were neglected, her images stood uncrowned, the cold ashes were left to MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 55 disfigure her forsaken altars. It was to a maiden that men's prayers were offered, to a human countenance they looked, in propitiating so great a godhead : when the girl went forth in the morning they strewed flowers on her way, and the victims proper to that unseen goddess were presented as she passed along. This conveyance of divine worship to a mortal kindled meantime the anger of the true Yenus. *' Lo ! now the ancient parent of nature," she cried, " the fountain of all elements! Behold me, Yenus, benign mother of the world, sharing my honors with a mortal maiden, while my name, built up in heaven, is profaned by the mean things of earth ! Shall a perishable woman bear my image about with her ? In vain did the shepherd of Ida prefer me ! Yet shall she have little jov, whosoever she be, of her usurped and unlawful loveliness ! " Thereupon she called to her that winged, bold boy, of evil ways^ who wanders armed by night through men's houses, spoiling their marriages ; and stirring yet more by her speech his inborn wantonness, she led him to the city and showed him Psyche as she walked. " I pray thee," she said, " give thy mother a full revenge. Let this maid become the slave of an un- worthy love." Then, embracing him closely, she departed to the shore and took her throne upon the crest of the wave. And lo ! at her unuttered will, her ocean-servants are in waiting : the daughters of Nereus are there singing their song, and Portunus, and Salacia, and the tiny charioteer of the dolphin^ with a host of Tritons leaping through the billows 56 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. And one blows softly through his sounding sea-shelly another spreads a silken web against the sun, a third presents the mirror to the eyes of his mistress, while the others swim side by side below, drawing her chariot. Such was the escort of Venus as she went upon the sea. Psj^che meantime, aware of her loveliness, had no fruit thereof. All people regarded and admired, but none sought her in marriage. It was but as upon the finished work of the craftsman that they gazed upon that divine likeness. Her sisters, less fair than she, were happily wedded. She, even as a widow, sitting at home, wept over her desolation, hating in her heart the beauty in which all men were pleased. And the king, supposing that the gods were angry, inquired of the oracle of Apollo, and Apollo answered him thus : " Let the damsel be placed on the top of a certain mountain, adorned as for the bed of marriage and of death. Look not for a son-in-law of mortal birth ; but for that evil serpent-thing, by reason of whom even the gods tremble and the shadows of Styx are afraid." So the king returned home and made known the oracle to his wife. For many days she lamented, but at last the fulfilment of the divine precept was urgent upon her, and the company was made ready to conduct the maiden to her deadly bridal. And now the nuptial torch gathers dark smoke and ashes ; the pleasant sound of the pipe changes into a cry ; the marriage hymn concludes in a sorrowful wailing. B^Iqw her yellow w©<,idin|^-yoil the bride shook MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 57 away her tears : insomuch that the wliole city was afflicted together at the ill-luck of the stricken house. But the mandate of the god impelled the hapless Psvche to her fate, and, those solemnities being ended, the funeral of the living soul goes forth, all the people following. Psyche, bitterly weeping, assists not at her marriage but at her own obsequies, and while the parents hesitate to accomplish a thing so unholy the daughter cries to them : " Wherefore torment your luckless age by long weepings! This was the prize of rav extraordinary beautv ! When all people celebrated us with divine honors, and with one voice named the New Yenus^ it was then ye should have wept for me as one dead. In^ow at last I understand that that one name of Venus has been my ruin. Lead me and set me upon the appointed place. I am in haste to submit to that well-omened marriage, to behold that goodly spouse. Why delay the coming of him who was born for the destruction of the whole world ? " She was silent, and with firm step went on the way. And they proceeded to the appointed place on a steep mountain, and left there the maiden alone, and took their way homewards dejectedly. The wretched parents, in their close-shut house, yielded themselves to perpetual night; while to Psyche, fearful and trembling and weeping sore upon the mountain-top, comes the gentle Zephyrus. lie lifts her gently, and, with vesture floating on either side, bears her by his own soft breathing over the windings of the hills, and 58 MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. sets her lightly amoog the flowers in the bosom of a valley t)e]o\v. Psyche, in those delicate grassy places, lying sweetly on her dewy bed, rested from the agitation of her soul and arose in peace. And lo ! a grove of mighty trees, with a fount of water, clear as glass, in the midst ; and hard by the \vater, a dwelling-place, built not by human hands but by some divine cunning. One recognized, even at the entering, the delightful hos- telry of a god. Golden pillars sustained the roof, arclied most curiously in cedar-wood and ivory. The walls were hidden under wrought silver: — all tame and woodland creatures leaping forward to the visitor's gaze. Wonderful indeed was the craftsman, divine or half-divine, who by the subtlety of his art had breathed so wild a soul into the silver! The very pavement was distinct with pictures in goodly stones. In the glow of its precious metal the house is its own daylight, having no need of the sun. Well might it seem a place fashioned for the conversation of o'ods with men ! Psyche, drawn forward by the delight of it, came near, and, her courage growing, stood within the doorway. One by one, she admired the beautiful things she saw ; and, most wonderful of all ! no lock, no chain, nor living guardian protected that great treasure-house. But as she gazed there came a voice — a voice, as it were, unclothed of its bodily vesture — "Mistress?" it said, "all these things are thine. Lie down, and relieve thy weariness, and rise again for the bath when thou wilt. We thy servants, MARIUS THE EPICUREAN. 59 whose voice thou hearest, will be beforehand with our service, and a royal feast shall be ready.'* And Psyche understood that some divine care was providing, and, refreshed with sleep and the bath, sat down to the feast. Still she saw no one ; only she heard words falling here and there, and had voices ak^ne to serve her. And the feast being ended, one entered the chamber and sang to her unseen, while another struck the chords of a harp, invisible with him who played on it. Afterwards, the sound of a company singing together came to her, but still so that none was present to sight : yet it appeared that a great multitude of singers was there. And the hour of evening inviting her, she climbed into the bed ; and as ths night was far advanced, behold the sound of a ce: tain clemency approaches her. Then, fearing for her maidenhood, in so gre^it solitude, she trembled, and more than any evil she knew dreaded tliat she knew not. And now the husband, that unknown husband, drew near, and ascended the couch, and made her his wife ; an