Note 3, page 181, col. 1. From the Seven Towers, &c. carth." Decius then, girding his robe around him, mounted his horse, and rode full speed into the thickest of the enemy's battalions. The Latins were, for a while, thunderstruck at this spectacle: but at length recovering themselves, they discharg ed a shower of darts, under which the consul fell. Note 6, page 182, col. 1. -Lo! Christian pennons streaming See Gibbon's animated description of the arrival of five Christian ships, with men and provisions, for the succour of the besieged, not many days before the fall of Constantinople.—Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, vol. xii. p. 215. Note 7, page 183, col. 1. -As when the wind hath blown The summits of the lofty rocks in the Carnatic, particularly about the Ghauts, are sometimes coThe Castle of the Seven Towers is mentioned vered with the bamboo tree, which grows in thick in the Byzantine history, as early as the sixth clumps, and is of such uncommon aridity, that in century of the Christian era, as an edifice which the sultry season of the year the friction occasioncontributed materially to the defence of Constanti-ed by a strong dry wind will literally produce nople; and it was the principal bulwark of the sparks of fire, which frequently setting the woods town on the coast of the Propontis, in the latter in a blaze, exhibit to the spectator stationed in a periods of the empire. For a description of this valley surrounded by rocks, a magnificent, though building see Pouqueville s Travels. imperfect circle of fire.-Notes to Kindersley's Specimens of Hindoo Literature. Note 4, page 181, col. 2. With its long march of sceptred imagery. An allusion to the Roman custom of carrying in procession, at the funerals of their great men, the images of their ancestors. Note 5, page 181, col. 2. The Roman cast his glittering mail away. Note 8, page 184, col. 1. -The snowy crown Of far Olympus, &c. Those who steer their westward course through the middle of the Propontis may at once descry the high lands of Thrace and Bithynia, and never lose sight of the lofty summit of Mount Olympus, covered with eternal snows.—Decline and Fall, Note 9, page 184, col. 2. -Mohammed's face The following was the ceremony of consecration with which Decius devoted himself in battle. Hec. vol. iii. p. 8. was ordered by Valerius, the pontifex maximus, to quit his military habit, and put on the robe he wore in the senate. Valerius then covered his head with a veil; commanded him to put forth his hand under his robe to his chin, and Mahomet II. was greatly addicted to the study standing with both feet upon a javelin, to repeat of astrology. His calculations in this science led these words: "O Janus, Jupiter, Mars, Romulus, him to fix upon the morning of the 29th of May Bellona, and ye Lares and Novensiles! All ye as the fortunate hour for a general attack upon the heroes who dwell in heaven, and all ye gods who city. rule over us and our enemies, especially ye gods of hell! I honour you, invoke you, and humbly intreat you to prosper the arms of the Romans, and to transfer all fear and terror from them to their enemies; and I do, for the safety of the Roman people, and their legions, devote myself, and with myself the army and auxiliaries of the enemy to the infernal gods, and the goddess of the to that city. Note 10, page 185, col. 2. Thy Georgian bride, &c. Constantine Palæologus was betrothed to a Georgian princess; and the very spring which witnessed the fall of Constantinople had been fixed upon as the time for conveying the imperial bride Note 11, page 186, col. 1. Those men are strangers here. Many of the adherents of Constantine, in his last noble stand for the liberties, or rather the honour, of a falling empire, were foreigners and chiefly Italians. Note 12, page 186, col. 2. Knowest thou the land, &c. This and the next line are an almost literal translation from a beautiful song of Goethe's: Kennst du das land, wo die zitronen blühn Note 13, page 186, col. 2. The idea expressed in this stanza is beautifully amplified in Schiller's poem "Das Lied der Glocke." Note 14, page 187, col. 1. Hath the fierce phantom, &c. It is said to be a Greek superstition that the plague is announced by the heavy rolling of an invisible chariot, heard in the streets at midnight; and also by the appearance of a gigantic spectre, who summons the devoted person by name. Note 15, page 187, col. 2. -Ye smiled on banquets of despair, &c. Many instances of such banquets, given and shared by persons resolved upon death, might be adduced from ancient history. That of Vibius Virius, at Capua, is amongst the most memorable. Note 16, page 188, col. 1. -Yon dome, the lode-star of all eyes. For a minute description of the marbles, jaspers, and porphyries, employed in the construction of St. Sophia, see The Decline and Fall, &c. vol. vii. P. 120. Note 17, page 188, col. 2. Nor is the balmy air of dayspring torn With battle-sounds, &c. The assault of the city took place at day-break,| and the Turks were strictly enjoined to advance in silence, which had also been commanded, on pain of death, during the preceding night. This circumstance is finely alluded to by Miss Baillie, in her tragedy of Constantine Palæologus: "Silent shall be the march: nor drum, nor trump, Slow stealing with crouched shoulders on her prey." |mours, which reached the ears of the watchmen on the towers." Note 18, page 189, col. 1. The dark-browed ranks are risen. "After a conflict of two hours, the Greeks still maintained and preserved their advantage," says Gibbon. The strenuous exertions of the janizaries first turned the fortune of the day. Note 19. page 189, col. 2. From the Greek fire shoots up, &c. "A circumstance that distinguishes the siege of Constantinople is the reunion of the ancient and modern artillery. The bullet and the batteringram were directed against the same wall; nor had the discovery of gunpowder superseded the use of the liquid and unextinguishable fire."-Decline and Fall, &c., vol. xii. p. 213. Note 20, page 189, col. 2. And stanch the blood-drops, Genoa's fallen son! "The immediate loss of Constantinople may be ascribed to the bullet, or arrow, which pierced the gauntlet of John Justiniani (a Genoese chief). The sight of his blood, and exquisite pain, appalled the courage of the chief, whose arms and counsels were the firmest rampart of the city."Decline and Fall, &c., vol. xii. p. 229. Note 21, page 190, col. 2. The owl upon Afrasiab's towers hath sung Mahomet II., on entering, after his victory, the palace of the Byzantine emperors, was strongly impressed with the silence and desolation which reigned within its precincts. A melancholy reflection on the vicissitudes of human greatness forced itself on his mind, and he repeated an elegant distich of Persian poetry: "The spider has wove his web in the imperial palace, and the owl hath sung her watch-song on the towers of Afrasiab.'"-Decline and Fall, &c., vol. xii. p. 240. The Comneni were amongst the most distin "The march and labour of thousands" must, guished of the families who filled the Byzantine however, as Gibbon observes, "have inevitably throne in the declining years of the eastern em produced a strange confusion of discordant cla-pire. I. Greek Songs. THE STORM OF DELPHI. FAR through the Delphian shades And the startled eagle rushed on high, To the sweeping winds were flung. Banners, with deep-red gold And a fitful glance from the bright spear-head That in arms the Persian came. He came, with starry gems With starry gems, at whose heart the day As onward his thousands pressed. But a gloom fell o'er their way, A moan, yet not like the wind's low swell, Or a warrior's dying sigh! By the dark pine-boughs as they passed the blue -But on the spearmen passed! And hollow to their tread, Came the echoes of the ground, And banners drooped, as with dews o'erborne, -But they blew a louder strain, When the steep defiles were passed! To shine through heaven with his radiant snows, In golden light it stood, 'Midst the laurels gleaming lone, See the account cited from Herodotus, in Mitford's Greece. For the Sun-God yet, with a lovely smile, O'er its graceful pillars looked awhile, Though the stormy shade on cliff and wood Grew deep, round its mountain-throne. And the Persians gave a shout! But the marble-walls replied, With a clash of steel, and a sullen roar Like heavy wheels on the ocean-shore, And a savage trumpet's note pealed out, Till their hearts for terror died! On the armour of the God, Then a viewless hand was laid; There were helm and spear, with a clanging din, And corslet brought from the shrine within, From the inmost shrine of the dread abode, And before its front arrayed. And a sudden silence fell But the pause was broken soon! For the Delphian maids had left their bowers, It burst from earth and heaven! For a moment of the mountain-blast, And the lightnings in their play Like sun-darts winged from the silver bow, And the massy oak-boughs crashed And lit the streams, as they foamed and dashed, Then rushed the Delphian men On the pale and scattered host; Like the joyous burst of a flashing wave, They rushed from the dim Corycian cave, And the singing blast o'er wood and glen Rolled on, with the spears they tossed. There were cries of wild dismay, There were shouts of warrior-glee, There were savage sounds of the tempest's mirth, That shook the realm of their eagle-birth; But the mount of song, when they died away, Still rose, with its temple, free! And the Pean swelled ere long, Io Paan! from the fane; lo Paan! for the war-array, On the crowned Parnassus riven that day! -Thou shalt rise as free, thou mount of song! With thy bounding streams again. II. THE BOWL OF LIBERTY.* BEFORE the fiery sun, The sun that looks on Greece with cloudless eye,| Amidst the tombs they stood, The tombs of heroes! with the solemn skies, And the wide plain around, where patriot-blood Had steeped the soil in hues of sacrifice. They called the glorious dead, In the strong faith which brings the viewless nigh, They called them from the shades, The golden-fruited shades, where minstrels tell How softer light th' immortal clime pervades, And music floats o'er meads of Asphodel. Then fast the bright red winet Flowed to their names who taught the world to die, And made the land's green turf a living shrine, Meet for the wreath and Bowl of Liberty. *This and the following piece appeared originally in the New Monthly Magazine 1 For an account of this ceremony, anciently performed in So the rejoicing earth Took from her vines again the blood she gave, And richer flowers to deck the tomb drew birth From the free soil thus hallowed to the brave. We have the battle-fields, The tombs, the names, the blue majestic sky, We have the founts the purple vintage yields; -When shall we crown the Bowl of Liberty! III. THE VOICE OF SCIO. A VOICE from Scio's isle, A voice of song, a voice of old, The souls of nations woke! To sky, and sea, and shore A glorious tale it bore. Still, by our sun-bright deep, And kings their turf have crowned! And pilgrims o'er the foaming wave Brought garlands there: so rest the brave, Who thus their bard have found! A voice from Scio's isle, Let not its tones expire! Know ye not whence it comes? -From ruined hearths, from burning fanes, From kindred blood on yon red plains, From desolated homes! 'Tis with us through the night! 'Tis on our hills, 't is in our sky commemoration of the battle of Platea, see Potter's Antiqui-Hear it, ye heavens! when swords flash high tics of Greece, vol. i. p. 389. O'er the mid-waves of fight! IV. THE SPARTAN'S MARCH. "The Spartans used not the trumpet in their march into battle, says Thucydides, because they wished not to excite the rage of their warriors. Their charging step was made to the 'Dorian mood of flutes and soft recorders.' The valour of a Spartan was too highly tempered to require a stunning or rousing impulse. His spirit was like a steed too proud for the pur."-Campbell on the Elegiac Poetry of the Greeks. 'T was morn upon the Grecian hills, Where peasants dressed the vines, Sunlight was on Citharon's rills, Arcadia's rocks and pines. And brightly, through his reeds and flowers, Eurotas wandered by, When a sound arose from Sparta's towers Of solemn harmony. Was it the hunters' choral strain To the woodland-goddess poured? Did virgin-hands in Pallas' fane Strike the full-sounding chord? But helms were glancing on the stream, Spears ranged in close array, And shields flung back a glorious beam To the morn of a fearful day! And the mountain-echoes of the land Swelled through the deep blue sky, While to soft strains moved forth a band Of men that moved to die. They marched not with the trumpet's blast, They asked no clarion's voice to fire Their souls with an impulse high; But the Dorian reed and the Spartan lyre For the sons of liberty! And still sweet flutes, their path around, Originally published in the Edinburgh Magazine. So moved they calmly to their field, Save bearing back the Spartan shield, V. THE URN AND SWORD. THEY sought for treasures in the tomb, They scattered far the greensward-heap, Where once those hands the bright wine poured, -What found they in the home of sleep? -A mouldering urn, a shivered sword! An urn, which held the dust of one Who died when hearths and shrines were free; VI. THE MYRTLE-BOUGH. Still green it waves! as when the hearth And free the minstrel's hand; And guests, with shining myrtle crowned,- Still green! as when on holy ground The tyrant's blood was poured: -Forget ye not what garlands bound The young deliverer's sword! -Though earth may shroud Harmodius now, We still have sword and myrtle-bough! • See Potter's Grecian Antiquities, vol. ii. p. 234. |