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Tim. (interrupting). Say rather the Tim. What melancholy pictures of far-sighted! Scandalous, in truth, was a too hasty fancy art thou creating for their conduct; yet thou needest, O thyself! Has not many a tempest Alcibiades, to cast only a glance upon passed over Athens, and yet she is their hearts and their condition, and blooming ? Already has she fallen and thou wilt find thyself ready enough to risen again. confess they act but as they must. Antisth. Risen again, like a second Alc. As they must?
Antæus, with redoubled strength. Tim. Unquestionably! Must they Alc. Fallen ? Risen again ? Know not fear, that in victory every honour ye what ye say ? would fall to thy share, in defeat every
Tim. Undoubtedly. Do you forget disgrace to theirs ? Must they not a her history in the Persian war? Was thousand times rather see their coun- she not twice in ashes, and yet rose she try in danger, than thee at its head ? not more stately from the ruin? Must they not-But how is this? Ye Alc. O no, Timandra! O no, my good gods, do I behold aright? Or friend! No foolish Xerxes, coward does this flickering light deceive me? and incendiary, is now the foe of
Alc. Well, then : what see'st thou? Athens. 'Tis the Spartan, the most
Tim. Tears in thine eyes ! Tears terrible of all. Not against lifeless - the first thou hast shed in Thrace ; walls alone will he war. To crush the first since Antiochus fell! Must I the Constitution of Athens-at least dry these also for thee, Son of Cli- to cripple it for ever—will be his aim. nias?
Blind rage is formidable. It sweeps Alc. O that thou couldst! But the along like a hail-storm, devastating fall of a hundred Antiochuses-dear where it falls, but confined in its comas a single one was to me!-were no- pass, and short in its duration. But thing to the fall of Athens.
envious spite enervates hy degrees its T'im. Inexplicable being ! So in- victim, until the last strength is draindifferent to thine own misfortunes, ed away, and dead for ever it sinks and often so sensitive to those of down. O fate of Messenia, terrible to others. To think of the countenance all posterity, soon, I fear me, wilt thou with which you said, Timandra, we be renewed in the calamity of Athens. must once more be wanderers! The Tim. And if it be so, think not thou tranquillity with which you announced
on her misfortune, but on her ingratito us all both your banishments- tude alone. Why—as I have already
Alc. (interrupting). Was far less asked thee twenty times in vain—why heroic than this solitary--solitary tear dost thou lament for a state that has —for Athens' coming ruin. I, I alone twice banished thee? twice threatened then suffered ; and what I suffered was thy life? which thou couldst save, but too little to affect me. Even out of not improve? Why torment thyself Athens I was still Alcibiades. Every about a people that has so oft repaid path—every kingdom-every corner thy benefits with injury? that even now of the world—stood open to me; friends rejects thy counsel ? that, didst thou near and far, who knew and loved me; ten times again pluck it from the jaws mighty commonwealths that prized of destruction, would soon forget its me, that would fain behold me at their preserver, for the next good futearmies' head ; monarchs who needed player ? Leave them to mourn and vex a commander ;-all these were proud themselves who have to thank Athens to tender me a refuge and protection. for favours ! Mine own arm could combat-ex- Dioph. By thy head, Son of Clinias, perience has shown how gallantly! Timandra is right. First of men, for But be all this as nothing ! Suppose whom all Greece is too little, listen to myself annihilated.
I am soldier thy friends, and forget Athens. enough not to shrink from death ; and Alc. Senseless !—forget that it is Greece is not so poor in great men, my country ! that I owe to it the first, that the loss of one should destroy her. the costliest of blessings-life. But Athens ! Athens! With thee Tim. Country! Lifel-Chimeras! falls Grecia's freedom. Who shall would Prodicus exclaim. raise thee again, thou noble city, when Alc. And truly too, were it mere thou once hast sunk? Who shall re- existence that I spoke of. But no instate the cedar a storm has rooted where out of Athens could Alcibiades from the earth ?
have been Alcibiades. With this peo
ple alone could my virtues have met round ; victor where swords clashed with love, my faults with forgiveness. and helmets rung ; softest of the soft, Here alone there flourished, for my and boldest of the bold. O Timandra ripening youth, arts and sciences in -how often must I repeat it to thee union. Here alone I found ample and to thy friends ?-to be a hero, and verge for noble enterprise and soul- nothing but a hero, was never my deentrancing pleasure. Here there tend- sign. To be first in virtue and in ed me a Pericles, who brought me up; pleasure, that did I wish—that did I a Socrates, who taught me ; friends achieve and there I find my consolathat thronged around me in the fight tion, even in this melancholy hour. and in the feast ; maids that kissed Name me a delight-I have enjoyed away from my brow the wrinkles of it; a virtue- I have practised it. But disquietude ; à populace that adored name me too_if thou canst -another my very humours—that shouted out so commonwealth in Greece, where such often let Nicias the sober be silent, let opportunities for both can be found. Alcibiades the reveller speak! O here, Thou art silent! Ungrateful! Thou here only could the germ of so many art already convinced ; and yet I have self-opposing impulses wax strong, kept back my strongest arguments. expand, and flourish.
Was it not at Athens that we met each Tim. Dreamer! And is Athens then other? Was it not there you learned alone the cradle of great men? Have the thousand arts that have chained Sparta, Argos, Corinth, nonesuch upon princes to your car? that allured me their roll of citizens? Imagine thee born to select thee from hundreds of thy there-trained there_imagine thee sisters ? and that bless us yet? O for the son of some Thracian churl—what that cause, for that cause alone, shall matters it? Even thus wouldst thou Athens be the city of my soul, so long have risen into the hero and the states- as a nerve thrills, or a pulse throbs in
Let destiny do her worst upon Alc. Very possibly—but never into me! To cross my plans may be but that, which Athens made me! Re- sport to her; but thee—'tis Atropos nowned alike amid men and maidens; alone shall tear thee from me! victor where the myrtle-branch went
Lysander conquers. Alcibiades flees to Bithynia-to Phrygia. We are drawing nearer and nearer to a close.
Pharnabazus receives him with open arms and eager hospitality—as warm as Tissaphernes had ever displayed. The consummation is drawing nearer still.
Groaning under the influence of victorious Sparta, and the iron rule of her Thirty Tyrants, captive-prostrate— Athens will not yet abandon hope, as long as she knows that Alcibiades, in any quarter of the world, survives. Ly. sander receives private orders from the magistrates of Lacedemon, to insist upon his death. He transmits them to the Persian Satrap.
Alcibiades had just quitted Pharnabazus on his way to the throne of the Great King. At the evening banquet, when the goblet had already been ten times filled and drained,—when the senses of the Satrap were more than half confused,—when jealous courtiers had been spurting out fresh poison against the Son of Clinias, and their master had suffered it in silence,—at that moment the Spartan messengers renewed their demand, and required, with Spartan haughtiness, immediate acquiescence or dismissal. For a few minutes Pharnabazus still was mute—then came to the resolve we might anticipate from a barbarian and a Satrap. Yet it was with a shaking hand, and almost weeping eyes, that he signed the fatal order. His uncle Sysamithres was appointed to see it put in execution.
Tranquilly, mean while, did Alcibiades pursue his journey. That hate, jealousy, and artifice were brewing machinations against him—that Sparta and her thirty deputies at Athens would hunt after his blood—all this he easily conjectured ; but he either apprehended not so rapid a pursuit,-or thought, as at other times, a danger despised was already overcome. This time, alas ! he was mistaken. He had not yet passed the boundaries of Phrygia before Sysamithres and his band of twenty men came up with him.
Yet not once did these assassins dream of attacking him in front. Not for a moment did they feel emboldened to assault with warriors' weapons the man who was travelling through the country with one friend and a woman. Alcibiades had spent the night in one of the small huts of a paltry hamlet. A warning vision, that disturbed his first hours of repose, he disregarded. Just as a light morning slumber had stolen more soothingly upon his senses, he was wakened by a startling noise. He looked up, and beheld a bright wreath of fire darting from point to point along the opposite wall. Before he could utter a word, Timandra was roused by the same horrid spectacle, and shrieked, half dead with terror, “ Almighty powers, what is that?”
Treachery," answered Alcibiades, with bis mind already perfectly collected-sprang up, and called upon his friend, still sleeping unconscious in the neighbouring room. Whatever clothes and furniture he spied around, he seized and threw upon the flame. His persuasive voice calmed the plaints of Timandra-his example, the agony of Diophantes. His left hand wrapt in his mantle, with his right he brandished his sword. Thus he broke through the fire, and bore Timandra forth unharmed. Diophantes, too, was safe.
The murderers had surrounded the house : they started to see, unhurt and undismayed, him whom they deemed already sacrificed. As the angry eye of a despot scatters the herd of his slaves, so did his glance disperse them. No one said hand upon him ; no one struck a blow. Not till they were again at a distance, and secure from his dreaded blade, did they turn and pour in their arrows.
Of the twenty, two transfixed him. Without a groan or a sigh-yet stricken to death—he sank upon the ground. The assassins marked his fall, and fled as if Revenge were at their heels.
With a thrilling scream of anguish, Timandra threw herself beside her lover. His wounds were bleeding inwardly-in the region of the heart. For a season he lay senseless. Yet once more did the voice of Timandra unseal his eyes : he clasped her hand with a dying effort. Farewell, beloved ! Tell it, one day, to Athens, that I fell true to her ; and that-that-a crowd of murderers dared to strike me only—FROM A DISTANCE !”
Ah! how she rent her hair! how she wrung her hands! how she tore her bosom! how she called on heaven and on Hades to yield him back again! When, at last, her consciousness returned, when she found that the latest futter of the pulse was gone-that he was dead, irrecoverably dead,—she spread over the body, to cover it from every insulting eye, her richest robes, and burned it amid the brands of the yet flaming house.
“ He died," she exclaimed, “ as he lived-w the feeling of his worth !"
Diophantes, in the stupefaction of a waking trance, assisted her mechanically. It was when the fire enwrapped the corse of his friend, and some of the neighbouring Phrygians hastened to aid in the final ceremonies, that he first recovered voice and recollection. “I was thy follower here, and I will not desert thee yonder !” He said ; and before any one could hinder him, had fallen on his sword. One urn received the ashes of both.
Never did Timandra forget her beloved. She conveyed to Athens his salutation and his dying words. The whole people re-echoed her cry :-" He fell as he lived with the feeling of his worth/" Attica bewailed in him her own expiring greatness_Greece, her foremost general. Sparta herself, now that she could no longer fear him, bore to his merits the emphatic testimony “ He was a man and a hero!”
States soon forget their benefactors. The hearts of individuals are sometimes more faithful. There was not a friend of Alcibiades that ever ceased to cherish his memory.
From the moment of his death, Timandra refused every offer of love, shunned all society, and Lais was soon altogether an orphan.
" The Devil," said Dr Johnson,“was with the unreflecting wishes of an arthe first Whig ;" and however much dent and heated generation. There is modern liberalism may be inclined to a time, however, when a different set modify the caustic severity of this ce. of opinions begin to prevail : when exlebrated saying, it must be confessed perience has opened the eyes of the that every day's experience is proving thoughtful, and disappointment has more clearly, that there was in the obser- cooled the ardour of the enthusiastic : vation of the Tory Giant of the eigh- when innovation has been found to be teenth century a profound knowledge productive only of fresh evil, and a of human nature. It is not merely change of masters prolific of nothing as the first rebel against authority but varied methods of corruption. that the great author of evil bears an Then is the moment to endeavour to affinity to his degenerate progeny in investigate the ultimate causes of these later days ; it is more clearly and de- things, to show in what principles of cisively from the evident connexion human nature they take their origin, between the efforts of sin and the sel- and by what law of the Almighty they fishness of democracy, and the myste- are permanently regulated ; and inrious invitation to our first parents to stead of sinking in despair under the eat of the fruit of the Tree of Know- pressure of evil, and abandoning the LEDGE, that the connexion is establish- great cause of freedom and social ameed. This experience of these latter days lioration, from a well-founded disgust was necessary to evince the truth of with the methods pursued by the demo. the aphorism ; but it has now become cratic party for their attainment, to apparent from actual proof, how deeply recur with fresh vigour to the great it was founded in human nature, and truths unfolded by religion, supported how strongly to the end of the world by reason, confirmed by experience, the political as well as private sins of which explain the only methods by mankindare destined to bear testimony which they can be really promoted, to the verity of the truths unfolded in and which, like the eternal church, the first chapter of Genesis.
are overwhelmed for a time under a Much as we have written on demo- load of delusion, only to rise again, cracy and its effects, past, present, and brighter, and fairer, and more invinto come, during the last six years, we
cible than ever. are conscious that we have not hither- It was on this day six years that, to gone to the bottom of that subject. penetrated with a sense of the ruinous We could not have done so till, passing principles of speculative government through the intermediate stratum of which had sprung up with the triumph political effects, we dived to the depths of the Barricades, and threatened to of the HUMAN HEART, and soughtin our overturn even the ancient fabric of Saxown feelings, and the feelings of every on freedom, which a thousand years had one with whom we live in society, the erected in these lands, we began the great remote but certain causes of the total conflict with democratic ambition.* We failure of the great political experi- were well aware how deep and strong ment which was going on around us, was the current with which we were and of the corresponding failure of all to strive ; how many and powerful the similar attempts in all ages and na- motives which swelled the ranks of our tions of the world. It would have opponents. All the varied passions of been to little purpose to have made the the human heart, usually ranged on attempt sooner : for it is experience opposite sides in every social conalone which can either substantiate the flict, were there, by an extraordiconclusions of the thoughtful, or com- nary combination of circumstances, mand the assent of the bulk of man- ranged against us. The Whigs had kind ; and philosophy reasons in vain two months before been seated in office, when its conclusions are at variance not from any casual accident or court
See No. I on the late French Revolution, Jan. I, 1831, of this Miscellany.
intrigue, but the admitted inability of the pressure of perils infinitely greater the old half-changed, half-liberal Tory than those which, with tears in his party to carry on the government. eyes, had drawn Burke from the side The overthrow of Charles X., and the of Fox, and ranged him on his natural unparalleled spectacle of the govern- side, the defence of freedom and orment of a powerful monarchy being der, the British aristocracy were didestroyed by a vast urban tumult, had vided amongst each other. The fatal excited, to an unparalleled degree, the poison of Catholic emancipation rankfactious, reckless, and desperate over led in their veins, stimulating the poall Europe. A general regeneration pular ardour of some, rousing the proof society, a total and universal change found indignation of others.
Numof government was everywhere ex- bers of their youth had become tinged pected. Reeling under the shock, with the false liberality of the times : the throne of the King of the Nether. the evils of democratic sway were forlands, guaranteed by all the powers of gotten, because they had long been unEurope, had sunk into the dust : Swit- felt; the blood-written lesson of the zorland was in a state of alarming fer- French Revolution was dimly desmentation : many of the lesser thrones cried through the blaze of intervening of Germany were overturned or glory, and British patriotism, in its loosened : the old anarchical ambition higher classes, was fast melting away of the Poles was reviving, untaught under the praises of French philosoby the disasters of six centuries, and phy and the smiles of Italian beauty. already gave presage of that desperate While such were the dispositions of struggle which it was to maintain with the higher ranks, the temper of the the power
of Russia, while the ardent middle and lower were, if possible, still spirits of the Spanish Peninsula, deem- more alarming. Various events, coning the hour of democratic ascenden- spiring to one common effect in so cy at hand, were already evincing, in surprising a manner as almost seems no equivocal colours, the reckless and inexplicable, had weakened the painfuriate ambition which was destined, triotic spirit of a large portion of the for six long years after, to bathe the old defenders of the constitution, and Peninsula in blood.
excited, to such a degree as to be for Dark, however, as was the prospect the moment irresistible, the ardent pason the continent of Europe, it was not sions of republican ambition. The there that the worst symptoms of the changes in the currency had involved political atmosphere were to be des- in distress, unavoidable, perhaps, but cried. It was at home that the seat still most poignant, the whole agricul. of the real evil was to be found, it was tural classes, the natural defenders in there that the seeds of lasting decline all troubled times of existing instituhad been implanted in the British em- tions. The rapid fall of prices, conpire. Not only was the Whig party, sequent on the same alteration, had rewhich is obliged by its principles to duced almost to despair a large progive at all times a certain license to portion of the manufacturing classes, democratic ambition, firmly, and to all and all those, of whatever party, who, appearance immovably, seated in without considerable capital, were inpower, but the strength of their once volved in the then perilous business of powerful opponents was, as far as hu- buying and selling commodities. Foman foresight could penetrate, per- reign travelling, the natural inclinamanently broken. The old compact tion of youth to opposition to governand dauntless aristocracy, which, un- ment, a mania for liberal opinions, had der the guidance of Pitt and Burke, deprived the constitution of its soundest had with fearless hearts braved the bulwark--the young men of thought terrors of the first French Revolution, and education in the learned and liand with the arms of Nelson and Wel. beral professions. The monstrous lington struck down the gigantic passion in the great for exclusive and power of Napoleon, appeared to be no aristocratic society had spread, far and
Determined as was the cha- wide through the middling ranks, an racter, vast the talent, discriminating aversion to their influence, which has the judgment of many of that heroic happily proved only transitory, and is band, their power as a body seemed totally at variance with the natural crumbling into the dust. At a mo. disposition of the English character. ment of unparalleled danger, under The Tories had become unpopular,