For himself, that emperor had chosen a Barbarian wife, the daughter of

the khan of the Chozars; but in the marriage of his heir, he preferred

an Athenian virgin, an orphan, seventeen years old, whose sole fortune

must have consisted in her personal accomplishments. The nuptials of Leo

and Irene were celebrated with royal pomp; she soon acquired the love

and confidence of a feeble husband, and in his testament he declared the

empress guardian of the Roman world, and of their son Constantine the

Sixth, who was no more than ten years of age. During his childhood,

Irene most ably and assiduously discharged, in her public

administration, the duties of a faithful mother; and her zeal in the

restoration of images has deserved the name and honors of a saint, which

she still occupies in the Greek calendar. But the emperor attained

the maturity of youth; the maternal yoke became more grievous; and he

listened to the favorites of his own age, who shared his pleasures, and

were ambitious of sharing his power. Their reasons convinced him of

his right, their praises of his ability, to reign; and he consented to

reward the services of Irene by a perpetual banishment to the Isle of

Sicily. But her vigilance and penetration easily disconcerted their

rash projects: a similar, or more severe, punishment was retaliated on

themselves and their advisers; and Irene inflicted on the ungrateful

prince the chastisement of a boy. After this contest, the mother and

the son were at the head of two domestic factions; and instead of mild

influence and voluntary obedience, she held in chains a captive and an

enemy. The empress was overthrown by the abuse of victory; the oath

of fidelity, which she exacted to herself alone, was pronounced

with reluctant murmurs; and the bold refusal of the Armenian guards

encouraged a free and general declaration, that Constantine the Sixth

was the lawful emperor of the Romans. In this character he ascended his

hereditary throne, and dismissed Irene to a life of solitude and repose.

But her haughty spirit condescended to the arts of dissimulation: she

flattered the bishops and eunuchs, revived the filial tenderness of

the prince, regained his confidence, and betrayed his credulity. The

character of Constantine was not destitute of sense or spirit; but

his education had been studiously neglected; and the ambitious mother

exposed to the public censure the vices which she had nourished, and the

actions which she had secretly advised: his divorce and second marriage

offended the prejudices of the clergy, and by his imprudent rigor he

forfeited the attachment of the Armenian guards. A powerful conspiracy

was formed for the restoration of Irene; and the secret, though widely

diffused, was faithfully kept above eight months, till the emperor,

suspicious of his danger, escaped from Constantinople, with the design

of appealing to the provinces and armies. By this hasty flight, the

empress was left on the brink of the precipice; yet before she implored

the mercy of her son, Irene addressed a private epistle to the friends

whom she had placed about his person, with a menace, that unless _they_

accomplished, _she_ would reveal, their treason. Their fear rendered

them intrepid; they seized the emperor on the Asiatic shore, and he was

transported to the porphyry apartment of the palace, where he had

first seen the light. In the mind of Irene, ambition had stifled every

sentiment of humanity and nature; and it was decreed in her bloody

council, that Constantine should be rendered incapable of the throne:

her emissaries assaulted the sleeping prince, and stabbed their daggers

with such violence and precipitation into his eyes as if they meant to

execute a mortal sentence. An ambiguous passage of Theophanes persuaded

the annalist of the church that death was the immediate consequence of

this barbarous execution. The Catholics have been deceived or subdued by

the authority of Baronius; and Protestant zeal has reÎchoed the words

of a cardinal, desirous, as it should seem, to favor the patroness of

images. Yet the blind son of Irene survived many years, oppressed by

the court and forgotten by the world; the Isaurian dynasty was silently

extinguished; and the memory of Constantine was recalled only by the

nuptials of his daughter Euphrosyne with the emperor Michael the Second.

The most bigoted orthodoxy has justly execrated the unnatural mother,

who may not easily be paralleled in the history of crimes. To her bloody

deed superstition has attributed a subsequent darkness of seventeen

days; during which many vessels in midday were driven from their course,

as if the sun, a globe of fire so vast and so remote, could sympathize

with the atoms of a revolving planet. On earth, the crime of Irene

was left five years unpunished; her reign was crowned with external

splendor; and if she could silence the voice of conscience, she neither

heard nor regarded the reproaches of mankind. The Roman world bowed

to the government of a female; and as she moved through the streets of

Constantinople, the reins of four milk-white steeds were held by as

many patricians, who marched on foot before the golden chariot of their

queen. But these patricians were for the most part eunuchs; and their

black ingratitude justified, on this occasion, the popular hatred and

contempt. Raised, enriched, intrusted with the first dignities of the

empire, they basely conspired against their benefactress; the great

treasurer Nicephorus was secretly invested with the purple; her

successor was introduced into the palace, and crowned at St. Sophia by

the venal patriarch. In their first interview, she recapitulated with

dignity the revolutions of her life, gently accused the perfidy of

Nicephorus, insinuated that he owed his life to her unsuspicious

clemency, and for the throne and treasures which she resigned, solicited

a decent and honorable retreat. His avarice refused this modest

compensation; and, in her exile of the Isle of Lesbos, the empress

earned a scanty subsistence by the labors of her distaff.

Many tyrants have reigned undoubtedly more criminal than Nicephorus, but

none perhaps have more deeply incurred the universal abhorrence of

their people. His character was stained with the three odious vices of

hypocrisy, ingratitude, and avarice: his want of virtue was not redeemed

by any superior talents, nor his want of talents by any pleasing

qualifications. Unskilful and unfortunate in war, Nicephorus was

vanquished by the Saracens, and slain by the Bulgarians; and the

advantage of his death overbalanced, in the public opinion, the

destruction of a Roman army. His son and heir Stauracius escaped from

the field with a mortal wound; yet six months of an expiring life were

sufficient to refute his indecent, though popular declaration, that

he would in all things avoid the example of his father. On the near

prospect of his decease, Michael, the great master of the palace, and

the husband of his sister Procopia, was named by every person of the

palace and city, except by his envious brother. Tenacious of a sceptre

now falling from his hand, he conspired against the life of his

successor, and cherished the idea of changing to a democracy the Roman

empire. But these rash projects served only to inflame the zeal of the

people and to remove the scruples of the candidate: Michael the First

accepted the purple, and before he sunk into the grave the son of

Nicephorus implored the clemency of his new sovereign. Had Michael in

an age of peace ascended an hereditary throne, he might have reigned and

died the father of his people: but his mild virtues were adapted to the

shade of private life, nor was he capable of controlling the ambition of

his equals, or of resisting the arms of the victorious Bulgarians.

While his want of ability and success exposed him to the contempt of

the soldiers, the masculine spirit of his wife Procopia awakened their

indignation. Even the Greeks of the ninth century were provoked by the

insolence of a female, who, in the front of the standards, presumed to

direct their discipline and animate their valor; and their licentious

clamors advised the new Semiramis to reverence the majesty of a Roman

camp. After an unsuccessful campaign, the emperor left, in their

winter-quarters of Thrace, a disaffected army under the command of his

enemies; and their artful eloquence persuaded the soldiers to break

the dominion of the eunuchs, to degrade the husband of Procopia, and

to assert the right of a military election. They marched towards the

capital: yet the clergy, the senate, and the people of Constantinople,

adhered to the cause of Michael; and the troops and treasures of Asia

might have protracted the mischiefs of civil war. But his humanity (by

the ambitious it will be termed his weakness) protested that not a drop

of Christian blood should be shed in his quarrel, and his messengers

presented the conquerors with the keys of the city and the palace. They

were disarmed by his innocence and submission; his life and his eyes

were spared; and the Imperial monk enjoyed the comforts of solitude and

religion above thirty-two years after he had been stripped of the purple

and separated from his wife.

A rebel, in the time of Nicephorus, the famous and unfortunate Bardanes,

had once the curiosity to consult an Asiatic prophet, who, after

prognosticating his fall, announced the fortunes of his three principal

officers, Leo the Armenian, Michael the Phrygian, and Thomas the

Cappadocian, the successive reigns of the two former, the fruitless and

fatal enterprise of the third. This prediction was verified, or rather

was produced, by the event. Ten years afterwards, when the Thracian camp

rejected the husband of Procopia, the crown was presented to the same

Leo, the first in military rank and the secret author of the mutiny. As

he affected to hesitate, "With this sword," said his companion Michael,

"I will open the gates of Constantinople to your Imperial sway; or

instantly plunge it into your bosom, if you obstinately resist the just

desires of your fellow-soldiers." The compliance of the Armenian was

rewarded with the empire, and he reigned seven years and a half under

the name of Leo the Fifth. Educated in a camp, and ignorant both of laws

and letters, he introduced into his civil government the rigor and

even cruelty of military discipline; but if his severity was sometimes

dangerous to the innocent, it was always formidable to the guilty. His

religious inconstancy was taxed by the epithet of Chameleon, but the

Catholics have acknowledged by the voice of a saint and confessors, that

the life of the Iconoclast was useful to the republic. The zeal of his

companion Michael was repaid with riches, honors, and military command;

and his subordinate talents were beneficially employed in the public

service. Yet the Phrygian was dissatisfied at receiving as a favor a

scanty portion of the Imperial prize which he had bestowed on his equal;

and his discontent, which sometimes evaporated in hasty discourse, at

length assumed a more threatening and hostile aspect against a prince

whom he represented as a cruel tyrant. That tyrant, however, repeatedly

detected, warned, and dismissed the old companion of his arms, till fear

and resentment prevailed over gratitude; and Michael, after a scrutiny

into his actions and designs, was convicted of treason, and sentenced to

be burnt alive in the furnace of the private baths. The devout humanity

of the empress Theophano was fatal to her husband and family. A solemn

day, the twenty-fifth of December, had been fixed for the execution: she

urged, that the anniversary of the Savior's birth would be profaned by

this inhuman spectacle, and Leo consented with reluctance to a decent

respite. But on the vigil of the feast his sleepless anxiety prompted

him to visit at the dead of night the chamber in which his enemy was

confined: he beheld him released from his chain, and stretched on his

jailer's bed in a profound slumber. Leo was alarmed at these signs of

security and intelligence; but though he retired with silent steps, his

entrance and departure were noticed by a slave who lay concealed in a

corner of the prison. Under the pretence of requesting the spiritual

aid of a confessor, Michael informed the conspirators, that their lives

depended on his discretion, and that a few hours were left to assure

their own safety, by the deliverance of their friend and country. On the

great festivals, a chosen band of priests and chanters was admitted into

the palace by a private gate to sing matins in the chapel; and Leo, who

regulated with the same strictness the discipline of the choir and

of the camp, was seldom absent from these early devotions. In the

ecclesiastical habit, but with their swords under their robes, the

conspirators mingled with the procession, lurked in the angles of the

chapel, and expected, as the signal of murder, the intonation of

the first psalm by the emperor himself. The imperfect light, and the

uniformity of dress, might have favored his escape, whilst their assault

was pointed against a harmless priest; but they soon discovered their

mistake, and encompassed on all sides the royal victim. Without a weapon

and without a friend, he grasped a weighty cross, and stood at bay

against the hunters of his life; but as he asked for mercy, "This is

the hour, not of mercy, but of vengeance," was the inexorable reply. The

stroke of a well-aimed sword separated from his body the right arm and

the cross, and Leo the Armenian was slain at the foot of the altar.

A memorable reverse of fortune was displayed in Michael the Second, who

from a defect in his speech was surnamed the Stammerer. He was snatched

from the fiery furnace to the sovereignty of an empire; and as in the

tumult a smith could not readily be found, the fetters remained on his

legs several hours after he was seated on the throne of the CÊsars. The

royal blood which had been the price of his elevation, was unprofitably

spent: in the purple he retained the ignoble vices of his origin; and

Michael lost his provinces with as supine indifference as if they had

been the inheritance of his fathers. His title was disputed by Thomas,

the last of the military triumvirate, who transported into Europe

fourscore thousand Barbarians from the banks of the Tigris and the

shores of the Caspian. He formed the siege of Constantinople; but the

capital was defended with spiritual and carnal weapons; a Bulgarian king

assaulted the camp of the Orientals, and Thomas had the misfortune, or

the weakness, to fall alive into the power of the conqueror. The hands

and feet of the rebel were amputated; he was placed on an ass, and,

amidst the insults of the people, was led through the streets, which he

sprinkled with his blood. The depravation of manners, as savage as they

were corrupt, is marked by the presence of the emperor himself. Deaf

to the lamentation of a fellow-soldier, he incessantly pressed the

discovery of more accomplices, till his curiosity was checked by the

question of an honest or guilty minister: "Would you give credit to an

enemy against the most faithful of your friends?" After the death of

his first wife, the emperor, at the request of the senate, drew from her

monastery Euphrosyne, the daughter of Constantine the Sixth. Her august

birth might justify a stipulation in the marriage-contract, that her

children should equally share the empire with their elder brother. But

the nuptials of Michael and Euphrosyne were barren; and she was content

with the title of mother of Theophilus, his son and successor.

The character of Theophilus is a rare example in which religious zeal

has allowed, and perhaps magnified, the virtues of a heretic and a

persecutor. His valor was often felt by the enemies, and his justice by

the subjects, of the monarchy; but the valor of Theophilus was rash and

fruitless, and his justice arbitrary and cruel. He displayed the

banner of the cross against the Saracens; but his five expeditions

were concluded by a signal overthrow: Amorium, the native city of his

ancestors, was levelled with the ground and from his military toils he

derived only the surname of the Unfortunate. The wisdom of a sovereign

is comprised in the institution of laws and the choice of magistrates,

and while he seems without action, his civil government revolves round

his centre with the silence and order of the planetary system. But

the justice of Theophilus was fashioned on the model of the Oriental

despots, who, in personal and irregular acts of authority, consult the

reason or passion of the moment, without measuring the sentence by the

law, or the penalty by the offense. A poor woman threw herself at the

emperor's feet to complain of a powerful neighbor, the brother of the

empress, who had raised his palace-wall to such an inconvenient height,

that her humble dwelling was excluded from light and air! On the proof

of the fact, instead of granting, like an ordinary judge, sufficient or

ample damages to the plaintiff, the sovereign adjudged to her use and

benefit the palace and the ground. Nor was Theophilus content with this

extravagant satisfaction: his zeal converted a civil trespass into a

criminal act; and the unfortunate patrician was stripped and scourged

in the public place of Constantinople. For some venial offenses, some

defect of equity or vigilance, the principal ministers, a prÊfect, a

quÊstor, a captain of the guards, were banished or mutilated, or scalded

with boiling pitch, or burnt alive in the hippodrome; and as these

dreadful examples might be the effects of error or caprice, they must

have alienated from his service the best and wisest of the citizens. But

the pride of the monarch was flattered in the exercise of power, or,

as he thought, of virtue; and the people, safe in their obscurity,

applauded the danger and debasement of their superiors. This

extraordinary rigor was justified, in some measure, by its salutary

consequences; since, after a scrutiny of seventeen days, not a complaint

or abuse could be found in the court or city; and it might be alleged

that the Greeks could be ruled only with a rod of iron, and that the

public interest is the motive and law of the supreme judge. Yet in the

crime, or the suspicion, of treason, that judge is of all others the

most credulous and partial. Theophilus might inflict a tardy vengeance

on the assassins of Leo and the saviors of his father; but he enjoyed

the fruits of their crime; and his jealous tyranny sacrificed a brother

and a prince to the future safety of his life. A Persian of the race of

the Sassanides died in poverty and exile at Constantinople, leaving an

only son, the issue of a plebeian marriage. At the age of twelve years,

the royal birth of Theophobus was revealed, and his merit was not

unworthy of his birth. He was educated in the Byzantine palace, a

Christian and a soldier; advanced with rapid steps in the career of

fortune and glory; received the hand of the emperor's sister; and was

promoted to the command of thirty thousand Persians, who, like his

father, had fled from the Mahometan conquerors. These troops, doubly

infected with mercenary and fanatic vices, were desirous of revolting

against their benefactor, and erecting the standard of their native

king but the loyal Theophobus rejected their offers, disconcerted their

schemes, and escaped from their hands to the camp or palace of his royal

brother. A generous confidence might have secured a faithful and able

guardian for his wife and his infant son, to whom Theophilus, in the

flower of his age, was compelled to leave the inheritance of the empire.

But his jealousy was exasperated by envy and disease; he feared the

dangerous virtues which might either support or oppress their infancy

and weakness; and the dying emperor demanded the head of the Persian

prince. With savage delight he recognized the familiar features of his

brother: "Thou art no longer Theophobus," he said; and, sinking on his

couch, he added, with a faltering voice, "Soon, too soon, I shall be no

more Theophilus!"

Chapter XLVIII: Succession And Characters Of The Greek Emperors.--Part III.

The Russians, who have borrowed from the Greeks the greatest part of

their civil and ecclesiastical policy, preserved, till the last century,

a singular institution in the marriage of the Czar. They collected, not

the virgins of every rank and of every province, a vain and romantic

idea, but the daughters of the principal nobles, who awaited in the

palace the choice of their sovereign. It is affirmed, that a similar

method was adopted in the nuptials of Theophilus. With a golden apple in

his hand, he slowly walked between two lines of contending beauties: his

eye was detained by the charms of Icasia, and in the awkwardness of a

first declaration, the prince could only observe, that, in this world,

women had been the cause of much evil; "And surely, sir," she pertly

replied, "they have likewise been the occasion of much good." This

affectation of unseasonable wit displeased the Imperial lover: he turned

aside in disgust; Icasia concealed her mortification in a convent; and

the modest silence of Theodora was rewarded with the golden apple. She

deserved the love, but did not escape the severity, of her lord. From

the palace garden he beheld a vessel deeply laden, and steering into the

port: on the discovery that the precious cargo of Syrian luxury was the

property of his wife, he condemned the ship to the flames, with a sharp

reproach, that her avarice had degraded the character of an empress

into that of a merchant. Yet his last choice intrusted her with the

guardianship of the empire and her son Michael, who was left an orphan

in the fifth year of his age. The restoration of images, and the final

extirpation of the Iconoclasts, has endeared her name to the devotion of

the Greeks; but in the fervor of religious zeal, Theodora entertained

a grateful regard for the memory and salvation of her husband. After

thirteen years of a prudent and frugal administration, she perceived the

decline of her influence; but the second Irene imitated only the virtues

of her predecessor. Instead of conspiring against the life or government

of her son, she retired, without a struggle, though not without a

murmur, to the solitude of private life, deploring the ingratitude, the

vices, and the inevitable ruin, of the worthless youth.

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