Dic. You miss the mark a hundred miles in beggar,, A man that had large gift of speech and tongue. Eur. 'Tis Telephus of Mysia. Dic. Thou hast hit it. Thou wouldst not do the thing might cross my ends: The loan of those same sorry rags I beg you. Eur. (to his servant). Reach them, and crown his wishes, boy-they lie Above the Thyestean rags, midway "Twixt them and Ino's. Serv. (to Dicaopolis). Sir, you are possess'd Dic. (dressing himself). Now Jove (and as the god Eur. Thou show'st a teeming wit-want shall not fool it (giving a bonnet). Dic. For thee, heaven prosper thee;-for Telephus Befall what lies within my thoughts: I have A pregnant wit, and words flow plentifully. But softly, I must have a beggar's staff. Eur. Here's one unto your hand, take it, and let Your back cast shadow on these doors. Dic. Seest, my soul, That we must fain divorce us from this gate? Favor me with a beggar's basket; 'tis Dic. None-beyond the wish to have it. Eur. Away, and quit my doors: thou breedest trouble. Eur. Will thou begone? Dic. Not till I have my craving: One little cup, so please you; one whose lip Eur. Take it and begone: Your presence breeds disturbance. Dic. But, sweet Euripides! I fain would have A pipkin with a cleanly sponge to wipe it. Eur. The man will rob me of a tragedy complete. Content your wish with this; and now away (giving a pipkin). Remains that one not granted me—I am A ruin'd man ;-crown it, and I am gone For ever. Telephus bore leaves and herbs; A scantling of the same within my basket. Eur. The man will be my ruin; see, 'tis granted (giving him leaves): A whole play lost, as I'm a living man. Dic. This timely grace completes me: I retire— It is too plain my presence breeds offence. These eyes know not to turn their view discreet On mighty men and pay them terms of honor A plague upon't, was ever such a wretch! I have forgot the primest thing of all. (Addressing Euripides) Thou dearest, best of men-I pray thee now With most petitionary vehemence— Crown but this one, one longing; if I ask Aught more, all plagues and maladies light on me! Throw for the tender mercy one small potherb Thou canst not lack,-thy mother will supply thee.* Eur. Most frontless impudence! shut-to the door, boy. * The enemies of Euripides said that his mother had been a seller of potherbs. MENANDER. THOUGH there are but few fragments of the comedies of Menander, he has elicited high praise both from ancient and modern critics. These fragments show, more than other Greek writings, the modern spirit. As Aristophanes was the leader of the Attic Old, or Political Comedy, so Menander was the leader of the New Comedy, or comedy of private life and manners. He wrote more than a hundred comedies, not one of which survives. Latin adaptations of them were made by Terence, who thus won greater fame than his original. The great Cæsar, who was a keen critic, pronounced the Roman writer but a "semi-Menander." These Latin plays became models for later Europe whenever the drama revived. Menander was born in 342 B.C. and died in 291. His writings show the influence of the philosopher Epicurus, whom he describes as rescuing Greece "from unreason as Themistocles had rescued her from slavery." MAN'S LIFE. SUPPOSE Some god should say, "Die when thou wilt, And, for that life make choice of all creation, What thou wilt be-dog, sheep, goat, man or horse; For live again thou must, it is thy fate; Choose only in what form-there thou art free." So help me, Crato, I would fairly answer, Let me be all things, anything but man! He only of all creatures feels affliction. And see these villains lord it o'er their betters. IS LIFE WORTH LIVING? THE lot of all most fortunate is his, Who, having stayed just long enough on earth For what is life, the longest life of man, But the same scene repeated o'er and o'er? A few more lingering days to be consumed In throngs and crowds, with sharpers, knaves and thieves; THE PROPER USE OF WEALTH. WEAK is the vanity that boasts of riches, Put this unstable boon to noble uses; Foster the wants of men, impart your wealth, And purchase friends; 'twill be more lasting treasure, PHILEMON. PHILEMON, though inferior to Menander, was a great favorite with the Athenians, and often defeated his rival in the dramatic contests. Though born at Soli, in Cilicia, he spent most of his life in Athens, where he had been admitted to citizenship. He began to exhibit plays about 330 B.C., and is said to have composed altogether ninety-seven, yet only a few fragments of them remain. His favorite subjects were love intrigues, as was usually the case in the New Comedy, which he inaugurated. He is said to have died in the theatre, during the performance of one of his own compositions. THE HONEST MAN. ALL are not just, because they do no wrong, THE HIGHEST GOOD. PHILOSOPHERS consume much time and pains ON TEARS. IF tears could medicine human ills, and give Weep we or not, as sun succeeds to sun, |