“When round the well-fram’d ark the blowing blastRoar’d, and the heaving whirlpools of the deepWith rough’ning surge seem’d threatening to o’erturnThe wide-tost vessel, not with tearless cheeksThe mother round her infant gently twinedHer tender arm, and cried, ‘Ah me! my child!What sufferings I endure! thou sleep’st the while,Inhaling in thy milky-breathing breastThe balm of slumber.’”Simonides(Elton’s tr.).
“When round the well-fram’d ark the blowing blastRoar’d, and the heaving whirlpools of the deepWith rough’ning surge seem’d threatening to o’erturnThe wide-tost vessel, not with tearless cheeksThe mother round her infant gently twinedHer tender arm, and cried, ‘Ah me! my child!What sufferings I endure! thou sleep’st the while,Inhaling in thy milky-breathing breastThe balm of slumber.’”Simonides(Elton’s tr.).
“When round the well-fram’d ark the blowing blastRoar’d, and the heaving whirlpools of the deepWith rough’ning surge seem’d threatening to o’erturnThe wide-tost vessel, not with tearless cheeksThe mother round her infant gently twinedHer tender arm, and cried, ‘Ah me! my child!What sufferings I endure! thou sleep’st the while,Inhaling in thy milky-breathing breastThe balm of slumber.’”Simonides(Elton’s tr.).
Danae at Seriphus.
Her piteous prayer was evidently heard, for, after much tossing, the cask was finally washed ashore on the Island of Seriphus, where Polydectes, the king, kindly received mother and child. Here Perseus, the golden-haired, grew to manhood, and here made his first appearance in games and combats.
In the mean while, Polydectes had fallen in love with Danae, and expressed his desire to marry her; but Danae did not return his affections, and would not consent. Angry at her persistent refusal of his proposals, Polydectes wished to compel her to obey, and thereby incurred the wrath of young Perseus, who loudly declared that none should dare force his mother as long as he were there to defend her. This boast did not at all allay the monarch’s wrath; and, hoping to get rid of the young boaster, he bade him go forth and slay Medusa, if he wished to convince people that his bravery was real.
The Gorgons.
This Medusa was one of the three Gorgons. Her sisters, Euryale and Stheno, although immortal, had never had any claims to beauty; but Medusa, when only a girl, had been considered very handsome indeed. Her home, in a land where the sun never shone, was very distasteful to her, so she entreated Minerva to let her go and visit the beautiful sunny south.
But when Minerva refused to grant her wish, she reviled the goddess, and declared that nothing but a conviction that mortals would no longer consider her beautiful if they but once beheld Medusa, could have prompted this denial. This presumptuous remark so incensed Minerva, that, to punish her for her vanity, she changed her beautiful curling locks into hissing, writhing serpents, and decreed that one glance into her still beautiful face would suffice to change the beholder into stone.
“Fatal Beauty! thou didst seemThe phantom of some fearful dream.Extremes of horror and of loveAlternate o’er our senses move,As, rapt and spellbound, we surveyThe horrid coils which round thee play,And mark thy wild, enduring smile,Lit by no mortal fire the while,Formed to attract all eyes to thee,And yet their withering blight to be;Thy power mysterious to congealAnd from life’s blood its warmth to steal,To petrify the mortal clayIn its first gleam of wild dismay,Is a dread gift to one like thee,Cursed with a hateful destiny.”Mrs. St. John.
“Fatal Beauty! thou didst seemThe phantom of some fearful dream.Extremes of horror and of loveAlternate o’er our senses move,As, rapt and spellbound, we surveyThe horrid coils which round thee play,And mark thy wild, enduring smile,Lit by no mortal fire the while,Formed to attract all eyes to thee,And yet their withering blight to be;Thy power mysterious to congealAnd from life’s blood its warmth to steal,To petrify the mortal clayIn its first gleam of wild dismay,Is a dread gift to one like thee,Cursed with a hateful destiny.”Mrs. St. John.
“Fatal Beauty! thou didst seemThe phantom of some fearful dream.Extremes of horror and of loveAlternate o’er our senses move,As, rapt and spellbound, we surveyThe horrid coils which round thee play,And mark thy wild, enduring smile,Lit by no mortal fire the while,Formed to attract all eyes to thee,And yet their withering blight to be;Thy power mysterious to congealAnd from life’s blood its warmth to steal,To petrify the mortal clayIn its first gleam of wild dismay,Is a dread gift to one like thee,Cursed with a hateful destiny.”Mrs. St. John.
Perseus’ quest.
The gods, who had carefully watched over Perseus through his childhood and youth, now decided to lend him their aid, so that he might successfully accomplish the great task of slaying Medusa. Pluto lent him a magic helmet, which made the wearer invisible at will; Mercury attached his own winged sandals to the youth’s heels, to endow him with great rapidity of flight; while Minerva armed him with her own mirrorlike shield, the dreadful Ægis.
“Minerva thus to Perseus lent her shield;Secure of conquest, sent him to the field:The hero acted what the queen ordain’d,So was his fame complete.”Prior.
“Minerva thus to Perseus lent her shield;Secure of conquest, sent him to the field:The hero acted what the queen ordain’d,So was his fame complete.”Prior.
“Minerva thus to Perseus lent her shield;Secure of conquest, sent him to the field:The hero acted what the queen ordain’d,So was his fame complete.”Prior.
The Grææ.
Thus equipped, Perseus flew northward until he came to the land of perpetual darkness, the home of the Grææ, three horrible sisters, who possessed but one eye and one tooth, which they handed about and used in turn, and who were the only living beings cognizant of the place where Medusa dwelt.
Invisible by virtue of his magic helmet, Perseus drew near the cave without fear of detection, and intercepted the eye while on its way from one sister to another. As soon as it was safe in his possession, he spoke to them, promising to restore it if they wouldonly give him accurate directions for finding Medusa. The sisters, eager to recover the treasured eye, immediately gave the desired information; and Perseus, having honorably fulfilled his share of the contract, departed in search of Medusa.
Death of Medusa.
Perseus at last perceived the Gorgon’s home in the dim distance; and, as he was fully aware of Medusa’s petrifying proclivities, he advanced very cautiously, holding his shield before him at such an angle that all surrounding objects were clearly reflected on its smooth, mirrorlike surface.
He thus discovered Medusa asleep, raised his sword, and, without looking at anything but her mirrored form, severed her head from her body, seized it in one hand, and, holding it persistently behind his back, flew away in great haste, lest the two remaining Gorgons should fall upon him and attempt to avenge their sister’s death.
Birth of snakes.
Perseus then swiftly winged his way over land and sea, carefully holding his ghastly trophy behind him; and as he flew, Medusa’s blood trickled down on the hot African sand, where it gave birth to a race of poisonous reptiles destined to infest the region in future ages, and cause the death of many an adventurous explorer. The drops which fell into the sea were utilized by Neptune, who created from them the famous winged steed called Pegasus (p.154).
“And the life drops from thy headOn Libyan sands, by Perseus shed,Sprang a scourging race from thee—Fell types of artful mystery.”Mrs. St. John.
“And the life drops from thy headOn Libyan sands, by Perseus shed,Sprang a scourging race from thee—Fell types of artful mystery.”Mrs. St. John.
“And the life drops from thy headOn Libyan sands, by Perseus shed,Sprang a scourging race from thee—Fell types of artful mystery.”Mrs. St. John.
The return journey was long and wearisome, and on his way the hero had many adventures. Once, when flying high above a mountainous country, he caught a glimpse of Atlas, his pale face turned up to the heavens, whose weight he had patiently borne for many a long year,—a burden which seemed all the more grievous after the short taste of freedom he had enjoyed while Hercules stood in his place (pp.228-9),—
Refer to captionPERSEUS.—Cellini. (Loggia de’ Lanzi, Florence.)
PERSEUS.—Cellini. (Loggia de’ Lanzi, Florence.)
“Supporting on his shoulders the vast pillarOf Heaven and Earth, a weight of cumbrous grasp.”Æschylus(Potter’s tr.).
“Supporting on his shoulders the vast pillarOf Heaven and Earth, a weight of cumbrous grasp.”Æschylus(Potter’s tr.).
“Supporting on his shoulders the vast pillarOf Heaven and Earth, a weight of cumbrous grasp.”Æschylus(Potter’s tr.).
Atlas petrified.
When Atlas saw Perseus flying toward him, hope revived, for he remembered that Fate had decreed that it was this hero who was to slay the Gorgon; and he thought, that, if he could but once gaze upon her stony face, he would be free from pain and weariness forever. As soon as the hero was within hearing, Atlas therefore addressed him as follows:—
“‘Hasten now, Perseus, and let me look upon the Gorgon’s face, for the agony of my labor is well-nigh greater than I can bear.’ So Perseus hearkened unto the word of Atlas, and he unveiled before him the dead face of Medusa. Eagerly he gazed for a moment on the changeless countenance, as though beneath the blackness of great horror he yet saw the wreck of her ancient beauty and pitied her for her hopeless woe. But in an instant the straining eyes were stiff and cold; and it seemed to Perseus, as he rose again into the pale yellow air, that the gray hairs which streamed from the giant’s head were like the snow which rests on the peak of a great mountain, and that in place of the trembling limbs he saw only the rents and clefts on a rough hillside.”
Thus the mere sight of Medusa changed Atlas into the rugged mountains which have since borne his name; and, as their summits are lost in the clouds, the ancients supposed they sustained the full weight of the heavenly vault.
Story of Andromeda.
Thence Perseus flew on until he reached the seashore, where a strange sight greeted him. Away down on the “rock-bound coast,” so near the foaming billows that their spray continually dashed over her fair limbs, a lovely maiden was chained fast to an overhanging rock. This maiden was the Princess Andromeda. To atone for the vanity of her mother, Cassiopeia, who claimed she was fairer than any of the sea nymphs, she had been exposed there as prey for a terrible sea monster sent to devastate the homes along the coast.
Refer to captionPERSEUS AND ANDROMEDA.—Coypel.
PERSEUS AND ANDROMEDA.—Coypel.
An oracle, when consulted, declared that the monster would not depart until Andromeda was sacrificed to his fury; and Perseus could even now perceive the receding procession which had solemnly accompanied her to the appointed place of sacrifice, and chained her fast.
At the same time, too, he saw the waters below the maiden lashed to foam by the monster’s tail, and the scales of his hideous body slowly rising up out of the water. Fascinated by this horrible sight, the maiden’s eyes were fixed on the monster. She did not see the rapid approach of her deliverer, who, dauntless, drew his sword from its scabbard, and, swooping down, attacked the monster, cheered by the shouts of the people, who had seen him, and now rushed back to witness the slaying of their foe.
“On the hills a shoutOf joy, and on the rocks the ring of mail;And while the hungry serpent’s gloating eyesWere fixed on me, a knight in casque of goldAnd blazing shield, who with his flashing bladeFell on the monster. Long the conflict raged,Till all the rocks were red with blood and slime,And yet my champion from those horrible jawsAnd dreadful coils was scathless.”Lewis Morris.
“On the hills a shoutOf joy, and on the rocks the ring of mail;And while the hungry serpent’s gloating eyesWere fixed on me, a knight in casque of goldAnd blazing shield, who with his flashing bladeFell on the monster. Long the conflict raged,Till all the rocks were red with blood and slime,And yet my champion from those horrible jawsAnd dreadful coils was scathless.”Lewis Morris.
“On the hills a shoutOf joy, and on the rocks the ring of mail;And while the hungry serpent’s gloating eyesWere fixed on me, a knight in casque of goldAnd blazing shield, who with his flashing bladeFell on the monster. Long the conflict raged,Till all the rocks were red with blood and slime,And yet my champion from those horrible jawsAnd dreadful coils was scathless.”Lewis Morris.
Of course, this fierce struggle could have but one conclusion; and when Perseus had slain the monster, freed Andromeda from her chains, and restored her to the arms of her overjoyed parents, they immediately offered any reward he might be pleased to claim. When he, therefore, expressed a desire to marry the maiden he had so bravely rescued, they gladly gave him her hand, although in early youth the princess had been promised to her uncle Phineus.
Phineus petrified.
Preparations for the marriage were immediately begun; and the former suitor, who had been too cowardly to venture a single blow to deliver her from the monster, prepared to fight the rival who was about to carry off his promised bride. Unbidden hecame to the marriage feast with a number of armed followers, and was about to carry off Andromeda, when Perseus suddenly bade his adherents stand behind him, unveiled the Medusa head, and, turning its baleful face toward Phineus and his followers, changed them all into stone.
The interrupted marriage feast was now resumed; and when it was over, Perseus took his bride to Seriphus. There, hearing that Polydectes had dared to ill treat his mother because she still refused to accede to his wishes and become his wife, he changed the importunate king into a rock by showing him his Medusa trophy, gave the kingdom to the king’s brother, and, accompanied by wife and mother, returned to his native land. The borrowed helmet, sandals, and shield were all duly restored to their respective owners, and the Medusa head was given to Minerva in token of gratitude for her help. Greatly pleased with this gift, the goddess set it in the center of her terrible Ægis, where it retained all its petrifying power, and served her in many a fight.
Return to Argos.
Arrived at Argos, Perseus discovered that a usurper had claimed his grandfather’s throne. To hurl the unlawful claimant from his exalted seat, and compel him to make full restitution and atonement, was but a trifle for the hero who had conquered Medusa; and Acrisius, now old and weak, was taken from the prison where he languished, and restored to his wonted honors, by the very youth he had been taught to fear.
But the gods’ decree was always sure to be fulfilled sooner or later; and one day, when Perseus was playing quoits, he accidentally killed his grandfather. To remain at Argos, haunted by the memory of this involuntary crime, was too painful for him: so he exchanged his kingdom for another, that of Mycenæ, which he ruled wisely and well. When Perseus died, after a long and glorious reign, the gods, who had always loved him, placed him among the stars, where he can still be seen, with his wife Andromeda, and mother-in-law Cassiopeia.
Whenyet but a very young man, Ægeus, King of Athens, journeyed off to Trœzene, where he fell in love with and married a pretty young princess by the name of Æthra. For some reason, which mythologists do not make known, the king was forced to return alone to Athens; but ere he departed he concealed his sword and sandals beneath a stone, bidding his wife remember, that, as soon as the strength of their son Theseus permitted, he must raise the rock, appropriate sword and sandals, and come and join him in Athens, where he should be introduced to the people as his son and heir. These instructions given, Ægeus bade a fond farewell to his wife and infant son, and returned home.
As the years passed by, they brought strength, beauty, and wisdom to Theseus, whose fame began to be published abroad. At last Æthra deemed him strong enough to raise the rock beneath which his father’s trusty weapon lay; and, conducting him to the spot where it was, she told him the whole story, and bade him try his strength.
Theseus immediately obeyed. With a mighty effort he raised the rock, and, to his great satisfaction, found the sword and sandals in a perfect state of preservation. Sword in hand, he then set out for Athens,—a long and dangerous journey. He proceeded slowly and cautiously, for he knew that many dangers lurked along his pathway, and that ere he reached his father’s city he would have to encounter both giants and monsters, who would strive to bar his way.
Periphetes.
He was not at all mistaken in his previsions; for Trœzene was scarcely lost to sight ere he came across the giant Periphetes, son of Vulcan, who stood in the road and attacked with a huge club, whose blows were generally fatal, all who strove to pass. Adroitly evading the giant’s first onslaught, Theseus plunged his sword deep into his huge side ere he could renew the attack, and brought him lifeless to the ground.
Sinis.
Theseus then disarmed his fallen foe, and, retaining the club for future use, continued his journey in peace, until he came to the Isthmus of Corinth, where two adventures awaited him. The first was with a cruel giant named Sinis, nicknamed The Pine-bender, whose usual practice was to bend some huge pine until its top touched the ground, and call to any unsuspecting passer-by to seize it and lend him a helping hand for a moment. Then, as soon as the innocent stranger had complied with his request, he would suddenly let go the pine, which, freed from his gigantic grasp, sprang back to its upright position, and hurled the unfortunate traveler way up in the air, to be dashed to pieces against the rocky mountain side.
Theseus, who had already heard of the giant’s stratagem, skillfully eluded the danger, and finally caused Sinis to perish by the same cruel death which he had dealt out to so many others.
Sciron.
In one place the Isthmus of Corinth was exceedingly narrow, and the only practicable pathway led along a rocky ledge, guarded by a robber named Sciron, who forced all who tried to pass him to wash his feet. While the traveler was thus engaged, and knelt in the narrow pathway to do his bidding, he would suddenly raise his foot, kick him over the side, and hurl him down into the sea below, where a huge tortoise was ever waiting with gaping jaws to devour the victims.
Instead of yielding to Sciron’s exactions, Theseus drew his sword, and by his determined bearing so terrified the robber, that he offered him a free passage. This offer, however, did notsatisfy Theseus, who said he would sheathe his sword only on condition that Sciron performed for him the menial office he had imposed upon so many others. Sciron dared not refuse, and obeyed in fear and trembling; but he was doomed never to molest any one again, for Theseus kicked him over the precipice, into the breakers, where the tortoise feasted upon his remains with as keen a relish as upon former victims.
Cercyon and Procrustes.
After disposing of another world-renowned robber, Cercyon (The Wrestler), Theseus encountered Procrustes (The Stretcher), a cruel giant, who, under pretext of entertainment, deluded travelers into entering his home, where he had two beds of very different dimensions,—one unusually short, the other unusually long. If the unfortunate traveler were a short man, he was put to bed in the long bedstead, and his limbs were pulled out of joint to make him fit it; but if, on the contrary, he were tall, he was assigned the short bed, and the superfluous length of limb was lopped off under the selfsame pretext. Taking Procrustes quite unawares, Theseus gave him a faint idea of the sufferings he had inflicted upon others by making him try each bed in turn, and then, to avoid his continuing these evil practices, put an end to his wretched existence.
Theseus successfully accomplished a few more exploits of a similar character, and finally reached Athens, where he found that his fame had preceded him.
“In days of old, there liv’d of mighty fame,A valiant prince, and Theseus was his name:A chief, who more in feats of arms excell’d,The rising nor the setting sun beheld.”Morris.
“In days of old, there liv’d of mighty fame,A valiant prince, and Theseus was his name:A chief, who more in feats of arms excell’d,The rising nor the setting sun beheld.”Morris.
“In days of old, there liv’d of mighty fame,A valiant prince, and Theseus was his name:A chief, who more in feats of arms excell’d,The rising nor the setting sun beheld.”Morris.
Medea’s draught.
The first tidings that there reached his ear were that Ægeus had just married Medea, the enchantress; but, although these tidings were very unwelcome, he hastened on to his father’s court, to make himself known, and receive the welcome promised so many years before. Medea, seated by Ægeus’ side, no sooner saw the young stranger drawnear, than she knew him, and foresaw that he had come to demand his rights. To prevent his making known claims which might interfere with the prospects of her future offspring, she hastily mixed a deadly poison in a cup, which she filled with fragrant wine, and bade Ægeus offer it to the stranger.
The monarch was about to execute her apparently hospitable purpose, when his eye suddenly rested upon the sword at Theseus’ side, which he immediately recognized. One swift glance into the youth’s open face convinced him that Æthra’s son stood before him, and he eagerly stretched out his arms to clasp him to his heart. This sudden movement upset the goblet, and the poisonous contents, falling upon a dog lying at the king’s feet, caused his almost instantaneous death. Seeing her crime discovered and Theseus recognized, Medea quickly mounted her magic dragon car, and fled to Media, whence she never returned.
Tribute to the Minotaur.
One day, some time after his arrival at Athens, Theseus heard a sound of weeping and great lamentation throughout all the city, and in reply to his wondering inquiries was told, that ever since an unfortunate war between the Cretans and Athenians, the latter, who had been vanquished, were obliged to pay a yearly tribute of seven youths and as many maidens, destined to serve as food for the Minotaur. Further questions evolved the fact that the Minotaur was a hideous monster, the property of Minos, King of Crete, who kept it in an intricate labyrinth, constructed for that express purpose by Dædalus, the far-famed architect.
“There lived and flourished long ago, in famous Athens town,One Dædalus, a carpenter of genius and renown;(’Twas he who with an augur taught mechanics how to bore,—An art which the philosophers monopolized before.)”Saxe.
“There lived and flourished long ago, in famous Athens town,One Dædalus, a carpenter of genius and renown;(’Twas he who with an augur taught mechanics how to bore,—An art which the philosophers monopolized before.)”Saxe.
“There lived and flourished long ago, in famous Athens town,One Dædalus, a carpenter of genius and renown;(’Twas he who with an augur taught mechanics how to bore,—An art which the philosophers monopolized before.)”Saxe.
Refer to captionDÆDALUS AND ICARUS.—Vien.
DÆDALUS AND ICARUS.—Vien.
Dædalus and Icarus.
This labyrinth was so very intricate, that those who entered could not find their way out; and even Dædalus and his son Icarus, after many days’ attempt, found they could not leave it. Rather than remain imprisonedforever, Dædalus then manufactured wings for himself and for his son, and determined to make use of them to effect his escape.
“Now Dædalus, the carpenter, had made a pair of wings,Contrived of wood and feathers and a cunning set of springs,By means of which the wearer could ascend to any height,And sail about among the clouds as easy as a kite.”Saxe.
“Now Dædalus, the carpenter, had made a pair of wings,Contrived of wood and feathers and a cunning set of springs,By means of which the wearer could ascend to any height,And sail about among the clouds as easy as a kite.”Saxe.
“Now Dædalus, the carpenter, had made a pair of wings,Contrived of wood and feathers and a cunning set of springs,By means of which the wearer could ascend to any height,And sail about among the clouds as easy as a kite.”Saxe.
After repeated cautions to his son not to venture too high, lest the sun’s heat should melt the wax fixing the feathers to the frame, Dædalus bade Icarus don his plumage and fly to a country where they would be free, promising to follow him thither very shortly.
“‘My Icarus!’ he says; ‘I warn thee flyAlong the middle track: nor low, nor high;If low, thy plumes may flag with ocean’s spray;If high, the sun may dart his fiery ray.’”Ovid(Elton’s tr.).
“‘My Icarus!’ he says; ‘I warn thee flyAlong the middle track: nor low, nor high;If low, thy plumes may flag with ocean’s spray;If high, the sun may dart his fiery ray.’”Ovid(Elton’s tr.).
“‘My Icarus!’ he says; ‘I warn thee flyAlong the middle track: nor low, nor high;If low, thy plumes may flag with ocean’s spray;If high, the sun may dart his fiery ray.’”Ovid(Elton’s tr.).
Delighted with this new mode of travel, Icarus flew swiftly along. Little by little he forgot the danger and his father’s caution, and rose up higher and higher, until he could bask in the direct rays of the ardent sun. The heat, which seemed so grateful after his chilly flight, soon softened and melted the wax on his wings; and Icarus, no longer supported by the light feathers, sank down faster and faster, until he fell into the sea, where he was drowned, and which, in memory of him, bears the name of Icarian to this day.
These varied details kindled Theseus’ love of adventure, and still further strengthened him in his sudden resolve to join the mournful convoy, try his strength against the awful Minotaur, and, if possible, save his country from further similar exactions.
“While Attica thus groan’d, with ills opprest;His country’s wrongs inflam’d brave Theseus’ breast;Instant his gen’rous soul resolv’d to saveCecrops’ great offspring from a timeless grave.”Catullus.
“While Attica thus groan’d, with ills opprest;His country’s wrongs inflam’d brave Theseus’ breast;Instant his gen’rous soul resolv’d to saveCecrops’ great offspring from a timeless grave.”Catullus.
“While Attica thus groan’d, with ills opprest;His country’s wrongs inflam’d brave Theseus’ breast;Instant his gen’rous soul resolv’d to saveCecrops’ great offspring from a timeless grave.”Catullus.
Even his father’s tears and entreaties were powerless to move him from his purpose, and, the hour having come, he embarked upon the black-sailed vessel which was to bear the yearly tribute to Crete, promising to change the black sails for snowy white ones if he were fortunate enough to return victorious.
Talus.
Favorable winds soon wafted the galley to distant Crete, and as they sailed along the coast, searching for the harbor, they were challenged by the brazen giant Talus, who walked daily thrice around the whole island, killing, by contact with his red-hot body, all who had no business to land on that coast. Knowing, however, that the black-sailed galley brought a fresh supply of youths and maidens for the terrible Minotaur, Talus let it pass unharmed; and the victims were brought into the presence of Minos, who personally inspected each new freight-load, to make sure he was not being cheated by the Athenians.
Ariadne’s clew.
At the monarch’s side stood his fair daughter Ariadne, whose tender heart was filled with compassion when she beheld the frail maidens and gallant youths about to perish by such a loathsome death. Theseus, by right of his birth, claimed the precedence, and proffered a request to be the first victim,—a request which the king granted with a sardonic smile, ere he returned unmoved to his interrupted feast.
Unnoticed by all, Ariadne slipped out of the palace, and, under cover of the darkness, entered the prison where Theseus was confined. There she tremblingly offered him a ball of twine and a sharp sword, bidding him tie one end of the twine to the entrance of the labyrinth, and keep the other in his hand as a clew to find the way out again should the sword enable him to kill the dreaded Minotaur. In token of gratitude for this timely assistance, Theseus solemnly promised Ariadne to take her with him to Athens as his bride, were he only successful in his undertaking.
At dawn the next day Theseus was conducted to the entrance of the labyrinth, and there left to await the tender mercies of the Minotaur. Like all heroes, he preferred to meet any danger rather than remain inactive: so, mindful of Ariadne’s instructions,he fastened his twine to the entrance, and then boldly penetrated into the intricate ways of the labyrinth, where many whitening bones plainly revealed the fate of all who had preceded him.
Theseus and the Minotaur.
He had not gone very far before he encountered the Minotaur,—a creature more hideous than fancy can paint,—and he was obliged to use all his skill and ingenuity to avoid falling a prey to the monster’s appetite, and all his strength to lay him low at last.
The Minotaur slain, Theseus hastily retraced his footsteps.
“And the slender clew,Prepar’d in secret by th’ enamor’d maid,Thro’ the curv’d labyrinth his steps convey’d.”Catullus.
“And the slender clew,Prepar’d in secret by th’ enamor’d maid,Thro’ the curv’d labyrinth his steps convey’d.”Catullus.
“And the slender clew,Prepar’d in secret by th’ enamor’d maid,Thro’ the curv’d labyrinth his steps convey’d.”Catullus.
Theseus’ escape.
Arrived at the place where his ship rode at anchor, he found his companions and Ariadne awaiting him, and, springing on board, bade the sailors weigh anchor as quickly as possible. They were almost out of reach of the Cretan shores, when Talus came into view, and, perceiving that his master’s prisoners were about to escape, leaned forward to catch the vessel by its rigging. Theseus, seeing this, sprang forward, and dealt the giant such a blow, that he lost his balance and fell into the deep sea, where he was drowned, and where thermal springs still bear witness to the heat of his brazen body.
Ariadne forsaken.
The returning vessel, favored by wind and tide, made but one port, Naxos; and here youths and maidens landed to view the beautiful island. Ariadne strayed apart, and threw herself down upon the ground to rest, where, before she was aware of it, sleep overtook her. Now, although very brave, Theseus was not very constant. He had already grown weary of Ariadne’s love; and, when he saw her thus asleep, he basely summoned his companions, embarked with them, and set sail, leaving her alone upon the island, where Bacchus soon came to console her for the loss of her faithless lover (p.181).
Refer to captionARIADNE.—Rae.
ARIADNE.—Rae.
Theseus’ punishment.
Theseus, having committed a deed heinous in the eyes of gods and men, was doomed to suffer just punishment. In his preoccupation he entirely forgot his promise to change the black sails for white; and Ægeus, from Attica’s rocky shore, seeing the sable sails when the vessel was yet far from land, immediately concluded that his son was dead, and in his grief cast himself into the sea since known as the Ægean, where he perished.
“As from a mountain’s snowy top are driv’nThe rolling clouds, by the rude blasts of heav’n;So from the mem’ry of lost Theseus fledThose dictates, which before his reason sway’d:But now his father from the ramparts’ height,All bath’d in tears, directs his eager sight;O’er the wide sea, distended by the gale,He spies, with dread amaze, the lurid sail.”Catullus.
“As from a mountain’s snowy top are driv’nThe rolling clouds, by the rude blasts of heav’n;So from the mem’ry of lost Theseus fledThose dictates, which before his reason sway’d:But now his father from the ramparts’ height,All bath’d in tears, directs his eager sight;O’er the wide sea, distended by the gale,He spies, with dread amaze, the lurid sail.”Catullus.
“As from a mountain’s snowy top are driv’nThe rolling clouds, by the rude blasts of heav’n;So from the mem’ry of lost Theseus fledThose dictates, which before his reason sway’d:But now his father from the ramparts’ height,All bath’d in tears, directs his eager sight;O’er the wide sea, distended by the gale,He spies, with dread amaze, the lurid sail.”Catullus.
Theseus’ reign and marriage.
Theseus, on entering the city, heard of his father’s death; and when he realized that it had been caused by his carelessness, he was overwhelmed with grief and remorse. All the cares of royalty and the wise measures he introduced for the happiness of his people could not divert his mind from this terrible catastrophe: so he finally resolved to resign his authority and set out again in search of adventures, which might help him forget his woes. He therefore made an excursion into the land of the Amazons, where Hercules had preceded him, and whence he brought back Hippolyte, whom he married. Theseus was now very happy indeed, and soon all his hopes were crowned by the birth of a son, whom he called Hippolytus. Shortly after this joyful event, the Amazons invaded his country under pretext of rescuing their kidnapped queen, and in the battle which ensued Hippolyte was accidentally wounded by an arrow, and breathed her last in Theseus’ arms.
Theseus next set out with an Athenian army to fight Pirithous, king of the Lapithæ, who had dared to declare war; but whenthe armies were face to face, the two chiefs, seized with a sudden liking for each other, simultaneously cast down their weapons, and, falling on each other’s necks, embraced, and swore an eternal friendship.
Centaurs and Lapithæ
To show his devotion to this newly won friend, Theseus consented to accompany him to the court of Adrastus, King of Argos, and witness his marriage to Hippodamia, daughter of the king. Many guests were, of course, present to witness the marriage ceremony, among others Hercules and a number of the Centaurs. The latter, struck with admiration for the bride’s unusual beauty, made an attempt to kidnap her, which was frustrated by the Lapithæ, seconded by Theseus and Hercules. The terrible struggle which ensued between the conflicting parties has ever been a favorite subject in art, and is popularly known as the “Battle between the Centaurs and Lapithæ.”
Theseus in Hades.
The hotly contested bride did not, however, enjoy a very long life, and Pirithous soon found himself, like Theseus, a disconsolate widower. To avoid similar bereavement in future, they both resolved to secure goddesses, who, being immortal, would share their thrones forever. Aided by Pirithous, Theseus carried off Helen, the daughter of Jupiter (p.311), and, as she was still but a child, intrusted her to the care of his mother, Æthra, until she attained a suitable age for matrimony. Then, in return for Pirithous’ kind offices, he accompanied him to Hades, where they intended to carry off Proserpina.
While they were thus engaged, Helen’s twin brothers, Castor and Pollux, came to Athens, delivered her from captivity, and carried her home in triumph. As for Theseus and Pirithous, their treacherous intention was soon discovered by Pluto, who set the first on an enchanted rock, from which he could not descend unassisted, and bound the second to the constantly revolving wheel of his father, Ixion.
Refer to captionTHESEUS.—Canova. (Volksgarten, Vienna.)
THESEUS.—Canova. (Volksgarten, Vienna.)
When Hercules was in Hades in search of Cerberus (p.229), he delivered Theseus from his unpleasant position, and thusenabled him to return to his own home, where he now expected to spend the remainder of his life in peace.
Phædra and Hippolytus.
Although somewhat aged by this time, Theseus was still anxious to marry, and looked about him for a wife to cheer his loneliness. Suddenly he remembered that Ariadne’s younger sister, Phædra, must be a charming young princess, and sent an embassy to obtain her hand in marriage. The embassy proved successful, and Phædra came to Athens; but, young and extremely beautiful, she was not at all delighted with her aged husband, and, instead of falling in love with him, bestowed all her affections upon his son, Hippolytus, a virtuous youth, who utterly refused to listen to her proposals to elope. In her anger at finding her advances scorned, Phædra went to Theseus and accused Hippolytus of attempting to kidnap her. Theseus, greatly incensed at what he deemed his son’s dishonorable behavior, implored Neptune to punish the youth, who was even then riding in his chariot close by the shore. In answer to this prayer, a great wave suddenly arose, dashed over the chariot, and drowned the young charioteer, whose lifeless corpse was finally flung ashore at Phædra’s feet. When the unfortunate queen saw the result of her false accusations, she confessed her crime, and, in her remorse and despair, hung herself.
Death of Theseus.
As for Theseus, soured by these repeated misfortunes, he grew so stern and tyrannical, that he gradually alienated his people’s affections, until at last they hated him, and banished him to the Island of Scyros, where, in obedience to a secret order, Lycomedes, the king, treacherously slew him by hurling him from the top of a steep cliff into the sea. As usual, when too late, the Athenians repented of their ingratitude, and in a fit of tardy remorse deified this hero, and built a magnificent temple on the Acropolis in his honor. This building, now used as a museum, contains many relics of Greek art. Theseus’ bones were piously brought back, and inhumed in Athens, where he was long worshiped as a demigod.
AtIolcus, in Thessaly, there once reigned a virtuous king, Æson, with his good wife, Alcimede. Their happiness, however, was soon disturbed by Pelias, the king’s brother, who, aided by an armed host, took forcible possession of the throne. Æson and Alcimede, in fear of their lives, were forced to resort to a hasty and secret flight, taking with them their only son, Jason.
The king and queen soon found a place of refuge, but, afraid lest their hiding place should be discovered and they should all be slain by the cruel Pelias, they intrusted their son to the Centaur Chiron, revealing to him alone the secret of the child’s birth, and bidding him train him up to avenge their wrongs.
Chiron discharged his duties most faithfully, trained the young prince with great care, and soon made him the wisest and most skillful of his pupils. The years spent by Jason in the diligent acquisition of knowledge, strength, and skill, passed very quickly; and at last the time came when Chiron made known to him the secret of his birth, and the story of the wrongs inflicted by Pelias, the usurper, upon his unfortunate parents.
Jason’s vow.
This tale aroused the young prince’s anger, and made him solemnly vow to punish his uncle, or perish in the attempt. Chiron encouraged him to start, and in parting bade him remember that Pelias alone had injured him, but that all the rest of the human race were entitled to any aid he could bestow. Jason listened respectfully to his tutor’s last instructions; then, girding his sword and putting on his sandals, he set out on his journey to Iolcus.
It was early in the spring, and the young man had not gone very far before he came to a stream, which, owing to the usual freshets of the season, was almost impassable. Jason, however, quite undaunted by the rushing, foaming waters, was about to attempt the crossing, when he saw an aged woman not far from him, gazing in helpless despair at the waters she could not cross.
Naturally kind-hearted and helpful, and, besides that, mindful of Chiron’s last recommendation, Jason offered the old woman his assistance, proposing to carry her across on his back if she would but lend him her staff to lean upon. The old woman gladly accepted this offer; and a few moments later, Jason, bending beneath his strange load, was battling with the rapid current.
After many an effort, breathless and almost exhausted, Jason reached the opposite bank, and, after depositing his burden there, scrambled up beside her, casting a rueful glance at the torrent, which had wrenched off one of his golden sandals. He was about to part from the old dame with a kindly farewell, when she was suddenly transformed into a large, handsome, imperious-looking woman, whom, owing to the peacock by her side, he immediately recognized as Juno, queen of heaven. He bent low before her, and claimed her aid and protection, which she graciously promised ere she vanished from his sight.
With eager steps Jason now pressed onward, nor paused until he came in view of his native city. As he drew near, he noticed an unusual concourse of people, and upon inquiry discovered that Pelias was celebrating a festival in honor of the immortal gods. Up the steep ascent leading to the temple Jason hastened, and pressed on to the innermost circle of spectators, until he stood in full view of his enemy Pelias, who, unconscious of coming evil, continued offering the sacrifice.
The one sandal.
At last the ceremony was completed, and the king cast an arrogant glance over the assembled people. His eyes suddenly fell upon Jason’s naked foot, and he grew pale with horror as there flashed into his memory the recollection of an ancient oracle, warning him to beware of theman who appeared before him wearing but one sandal. Pelias tremblingly bade the guards bring forth the uninvited stranger. His orders were obeyed; and Jason, confronting his uncle boldly, summoned him to make a full restitution of the power he had so unjustly seized.
Phryxus and Helle.
To surrender power and wealth and return to obscurity was not to be thought of; but Pelias artfully concealed his displeasure, and told his nephew that they would discuss the matter and come to an amicable understanding after the banquet, which was already spread and awaiting their presence. During the festive meal, bards sang of all the heroic deeds accomplished by great men; and Pelias, by judicious flattery, stimulated Jason to attempt similar feats. At last the musicians recited the story of Phryxus and Helle, the son and daughter of Athamas and Nephele, who, to escape the cruel treatment of their stepmother, Ino (p.174), mounted a winged, golden-fleeced ram sent by Neptune to transport them to Colchis.
The ram flew over land and sea; but Helle, frightened at the sight of the waves tossing far beneath her, suddenly lost her hold on the golden fleece, and tumbled off the ram’s back into a portion of the sea since known as the Hellespont,