"After Chephren, Mycerinus, son of Cheops, reigned over Egypt. He abhorred his father"s courses, and judged his subjects more justly than any of their kings had done.--To him there came an oracle from the city of Buto, to the effect that he was to live but six years longer, and to die in the seventh year from that time."--HERODOTUS.]
[Footnote 3: NOTE 3, PAGE 38.
_Stagirius._
Stagirius was a young monk to whom St. Chrysostom addressed three books, and of whom those books give an account. They will be found in the first volume of the Benedictine edition of St. Chrysostom"s works.]
[Footnote 4: NOTE 4, PAGE 47.
_Horatian Echo._
Written in 1847. Printed by permission of Mr. Arthur Galton, to whom the Poem was given in 1886 for publication in _The Hobby Horse_.]
[Footnote 5: NOTE 5, PAGE 54.
_That wayside inn we left to-day._
Those who have been long familiar with the English Lake-Country will find no difficulty in recalling, from the description in the text, the roadside inn at Wythburn on the descent from Dunmail Raise towards Keswick; its sedentary landlord of thirty years ago, and the pa.s.sage over the Wythburn Fells to Watendlath.]
[Footnote 6: NOTE 6, PAGE 65.
_Sohrab and Rustum._
The story of Sohrab and Rustum is told in Sir John Malcolm"s _History of Persia_, as follows:--
"The young Sohrab was the fruit of one of Rustum"s early amours. He had left his mother, and sought fame under the banners of Afrasiab, whose armies he commanded, and soon obtained a renown beyond that of all contemporary heroes but his father. He had carried death and dismay into the ranks of the Persians, and had terrified the boldest warriors of that country, before Rustum encountered him, which at last that hero resolved to do, under a feigned name. They met three times. The first time they parted by mutual consent, though Sohrab had the advantage; the second, the youth obtained a victory, but granted life to his unknown father; the third was fatal to Sohrab, who, when writhing in the pangs of death, warned his conqueror to shun the vengeance that is inspired by parental woes, and bade him dread the rage of the mighty Rustum, who must soon learn that he had slain his son Sohrab. These words, we are told, were as death to the aged hero; and when he recovered from a trance, he called in despair for proofs of what Sohrab had said.
The afflicted and dying youth tore open his mail, and showed his father a seal which his mother had placed on his arm when she discovered to him the secret of his birth, and bade him seek his father. The sight of his own signet rendered Rustum quite frantic; he cursed himself, attempting to put an end to his existence, and was only prevented by the efforts of his expiring son. After Sohrab"s death, he burnt his tents and all his goods, and carried the corpse to Seistan, where it was interred; the army of Turan was, agreeably to the last request of Sohrab, permitted to cross the Oxus unmolested. To reconcile us to the improbability of this tale, we are informed that Rustum could have no idea his son was in existence. The mother of Sohrab had written to him her child was a daughter, fearing to lose her darling infant if she revealed the truth; and Rustum, as before stated, fought under a feigned name, an usage not uncommon in the chivalrous combats of those days."]
[Footnote 7: NOTE 7, PAGE 101.
_Balder Dead._
"Balder the Good having been tormented with terrible dreams, indicating that his life was in great peril, communicated them to the a.s.sembled aesir, who resolved to conjure all things to avert from him the threatened danger. Then Frigga exacted an oath from fire and water, from iron, and all other metals, as well as from stones, earths, diseases, beasts, birds, poisons, and creeping things, that none of them would do any harm to Balder. When this was done, it became a favourite pastime of the aesir, at their meetings, to get Balder to stand up and serve them as a mark, some hurling darts at him, some stones, while others hewed at him with their swords and battle-axes, for do what they would, none of them could harm him, and this was regarded by all as a great honour shown to Balder. But when Loki beheld the scene he was sorely vexed that Balder was not hurt. a.s.suming, therefore, the shape of a woman, he went to Fensalir, the mansion of Frigga. That G.o.ddess, when she saw the pretended woman, inquired of her if she knew what the aesir were doing at their meetings. She replied, that they were throwing darts and stones at Balder without being able to hurt him.
""Ay," said Frigga, "neither metal nor wood can hurt Balder, for I have exacted an oath from all of them."
""What!" exclaimed the woman, "have all things sworn to spare Balder?"
""All things," replied Frigga, "except one little shrub that grows on the eastern side of Valhalla, and is called Mistletoe, and which I thought too young and feeble to crave an oath from."
"As soon as Loki heard this he went away, and, resuming his natural shape, cut off the mistletoe, and repaired to the place where the G.o.ds were a.s.sembled. There he found Hodur standing apart, without partaking of the sports, on account of his blindness, and going up to him said, "Why dost thou not also throw something at Balder?"
""Because I am blind," answered Hodur, "and see not where Balder is, and have, moreover, nothing to throw with."
""Come, then," said Loki, "do like the rest, and show honour to Balder by throwing this twig at him, and I will direct thy arm toward the place where he stands."
"Hodur then took the mistletoe, and, under the guidance of Loki, darted it at Balder, who, pierced through and through, fell down lifeless."--_Edda_.]
[Footnote 8: NOTE 8, PAGE 138.
_Tristram and Iseult._
"In the court of his uncle King Marc, the king of Cornwall, who at this time resided at the castle of Tyntagel, Tristram became expert in all knightly exercises.--The king of Ireland, at Tristram"s solicitations, promised to bestow his daughter Iseult in marriage on King Marc. The mother of Iseult gave to her daughter"s confidante a philtre, or love-potion, to be administered on the night of her nuptials. Of this beverage Tristram and Iseult, on their voyage to Cornwall, unfortunately partook. Its influence, during the remainder of their lives, regulated the affections and destiny of the lovers.--
"After the arrival of Tristram and Iseult in Cornwall, and the nuptials of the latter with King Marc, a great part of the romance is occupied with their contrivances to procure secret interviews.--Tristram, being forced to leave Cornwall, on account of the displeasure of his uncle, repaired to Brittany, where lived Iseult with the White Hands.--He married her--more out of grat.i.tude than love.--Afterwards he proceeded to the dominions of Arthur, which became the theatre of unnumbered exploits.
"Tristram, subsequent to these events, returned to Brittany, and to his long-neglected wife. There, being wounded and sick, he was soon reduced to the lowest ebb. In this situation, he despatched a confidant to the queen of Cornwall, to try if he could induce her to follow him to Brittany, etc."--DUNLOP"S _History of Fiction_.]
[Footnote 9: NOTE 9, PAGE 177.
_That son of Italy who tried to blow._
Giacopone di Todi.]
[Footnote 10: NOTE 10, PAGE 183.
_Recalls the obscure opposer he outweigh"d._
Gilbert de la Porree, at the Council of Rheims, in 1148.]
[Footnote 11: NOTE 11, PAGE 184.
_Of that unpitying Phrygian sect which cried._
The Montanists.]
[Footnote 12: NOTE 12, PAGE 184.
_Monica._
See St. Augustine"s _Confessions_, book ix. chapter 11.]
[Footnote 13: NOTE 13, PAGE 189.
_My Marguerite smiles upon the strand._
See, among "Early Poems," the poem called _A Memory-Picture_.]