CHAPTER XIX

THE GARDENER'S STORY, CONTINUED

"When men had learned to cultivate the earth, to herd cattle, to enclose

their holy places within walls, and to recognise the gods by their

beauty, I withdrew to that smiling land girdled with dark woods and

watered by the Stymphalos, the Olbios, the Erymanthus, and the proud

Crathis, swollen with the icy waters of the Styx, and there, in a green

valley at the foot of a hill planted with arbutus, olive, and pine,

beneath a cluster of white poplars and plane trees, by the side of a

stream flowing with soft murmur amid tufted mastic trees, I sang to the

shepherds and the nymphs of the birth of the world, the origin of fire,

of the tenuous air, of water and of earth. I told them how primeval men

had lived wretched and naked in the woods, before the ingenious spirits

had taught them the arts; of God, too, I sang to them, and why they gave

Dionysus Semele to mother, because his desire to befriend mankind was

born amid the thunder.

"It was not without effort that this people, more pleasing than all the

others in the eyes of the gods, these happy Greeks, achieved good

government and a knowledge of the arts. Their first temple was a hut

composed of laurel branches; their first image of the gods, a tree;

their first altar, a rough stone stained with the blood of Iphigenia.

But in a short time they brought wisdom and beauty to a point that no

nation had attained before them, that no nation has since approached.

Whence comes it, Arcade, this solitary marvel on the earth? Wherefore

did the sacred soil of Ionia and of Attica bring forth this incomparable

flower? Because nor priesthood, nor dogma, nor revelation ever found a

place there, because the Greeks never knew the jealous God.

"It was his own grace, his own genius that the Greek enthroned and

deified as his God, and when he raised his eyes to the heavens it was

his own image that he saw reflected there. He conceived everything in

due measure; and to his temples he gave perfect proportion. All therein

was grace, harmony, symmetry, and wisdom; all were worthy of the

immortals who dwelt within them and who under names of happy choice, in

realised shapes, figured forth the genius of man. The columns which bore

the marble architrave, the frieze and the cornice were touched with

something human, which made them venerable; and sometimes one might see,

as at Athens and at Delphi, beautiful young girls strong-limbed and

radiant upstaying the entablature of treasure house and sanctuary. O

days of splendour, harmony, and wisdom!

"Dionysus resolved to repair to Italy, whither he was summoned under the

name of Bacchus by a people eager to celebrate his mysteries. I took

passage in his ship decked with tendrils of the vine, and landed under

the eyes of the two brothers of Helen at the mouth of the yellow Tiber.

Already under the teaching of the god, the inhabitants of Latium had

learned to wed the vine to the young stripling elm. It was my pleasure

to dwell at the foot of the Sabine hills in a valley crowned with trees

and watered with pure springs. I gathered the verbena and the mallow in

the meadows. The pale olive-trees twisting their perforated trunks on

the slope of the hill gave me of their unctuous fruit. There I taught a

race of men with square heads, who had not, like the Greeks, a fertile

mind, but whose hearts were true, whose souls were patient, and who

reverenced the gods. My neighbour, a rustic soldier, who for fifteen

years had bowed under the burden of his haversack, had followed the

Roman eagle over land and sea, and had seen the enemies of the sovereign

people flee before him. Now he drove his furrow with his two red oxen,

starred with white between their spreading horns, while beneath the

cabin's thatch his spouse, chaste and sedate of mien, pounded garlic in

a bronze mortar and cooked the beans upon the sacred hearth, And I, his

friend, seated near by under an oak, used to lighten his labours with

the sound of my flute, and smile on his little children, when the sun,

already low in the sky, was lengthening the shadows, and they returned

from the wood all laden with branches. At the garden gate where the

pears and pumpkins ripened, and where the lily and the evergreen

acanthus bloomed, a figure of Priapus carved out of the trunk of a fig

tree menaced thieves with his formidable emblem, and the reeds swaying

with the wind over his head scared away the plundering birds. At new

moon the pious husbandman made offering of a handful of salt and barley

to his household gods crowned with myrtle and with rosemary.

"I saw his children grow up, and his children's children, who kept in

their hearts their early piety and did not forget to offer sacrifice to

Bacchus, to Diana, and to Venus, nor omit to pour fresh wines and

scatter flowers into the fountains. But slowly they fell away from their

old habits of patient toil and simplicity.

"I heard them complain when the torrent, swollen with many rains,

compelled them to construct a dyke to protect the paternal fields, and

the rough Sabine wine grew unpleasing to their delicate palate. They

went to drink the wines of Greece at the neighbouring tavern; and the

hours slipped unheeded by, while within the arbour shade they watched

the dance of the flute player, practised at swaying her supple limbs to

the sound of the castanets.

"Lulled by murmuring leaves and whispering streams, the tillers of the

soil took sweet repose, but between the poplars we saw along borders of

the sacred way vast tombs, statues, and altars arise, and the rolling of

the chariot wheels grew more frequent over the worn stones. A cherry

sapling brought home by a veteran told us of the far-distant conquests

of a Consul, and odes sung to the lyre related the victories of Rome,

mistress of the world.

"All the countries where the great Dionysus had journeyed, changing wild

beasts into men, and making the fruit and grain bloom and ripen beneath

the passing of his Mænads, now breathed the Pax Romana. The nursling of

the she-wolf, soldier and labourer, friend of conquered nations, laid

out roads from the margin of the misty sea to the rocky slopes of the

Caucasus; in every town rose the temple of Augustus and of Rome, and

such was the universal faith in Latin justice that in the gorges of

Thessaly or on the wooded borders of the Rhine, the slave, ready to

succumb under his iniquitous burden, called aloud on the name of Cæsar.

"But why must it be that on this ill-starred globe of land and water,

all should perish and die and the fairest things be ever the most

fleeting? O adorable daughters of Greece! O Science! O Wisdom! O

Beauty! kindly divinities, you were wrapt in heavy slumber ere you

submitted to the outrages of the barbarians, who already in the marshy

wastes of the North and on the lonely steppes, ready to assail you,

bestrode bare-backed their little shaggy horses.

"While, dear Arcade, the patient legionary camped by the borders of the

Phasis and the Tanais, the women and the priests of Asia and of

monstrous Africa invaded the Eternal City and troubled the sons of Remus

with their magic spells. Until now, Iahveh, the persecutor of the

laborious demons, was unknown to the world that he pretended to have

created, save to certain miserable Syrian tribes, ferocious like

himself, and perpetually dragged from servitude to servitude. Profiting

by the Roman peace which assured free travel and traffic everywhere, and

favoured the exchange of ideas and merchandise, this old God insolently

made ready to conquer the Universe. He was not the only one, for the

matter of that, to attempt such an undertaking. At the same time a crowd

of gods, demiurges, and demons, such as Mithra, Thammuz, the good Isis,

and Eubulus, meditated taking possession of the peace-enfolded world. Of

all the spirits, Iahveh appeared the least prepared for victory. His

ignorance, his cruelty, his ostentation, his Asiatic luxury, his disdain

of laws, his affectation of rendering himself invisible, all these

things were calculated to offend those Greeks and Latins who had

absorbed the teaching of Dionysus and the Muses. He himself felt he was

incapable of winning the allegiance of free men and of cultivated minds,

and he employed cunning. To seduce their souls he invented a fable

which, although not so ingenious as the myths wherewith we have

surrounded the spirits of our disciples of old, could, nevertheless,

influence those feebler intellects which are to be found everywhere in

great masses. He declared that men having committed a crime against him,

an hereditary crime, should pay the penalty for it in their present life

and in the life to come (for mortals vainly imagine that their existence

is prolonged in hell); and the astute Iahveh gave out that he had sent

his own son to earth to redeem with his blood the debt of mankind. It is

not credible that a penalty should redress a fault, and it is still less

credible that the innocent should pay for the guilty. The sufferings of

the innocent atone for nothing, and do but add one evil to another.

Nevertheless, unhappy creatures were found to adore Iahveh and his son,

the expiator, and to announce their mysteries as good tidings. We should

not be surprised at this folly. Have we not seen many times indeed human

beings who, poor and naked, prostrate themselves before all the phantoms

of fear, and rather than follow the teaching of well-disposed demons,

obey the commandments of cruel demiurges? Iahveh, by his cunning, took

souls as in a net. But he did not gain therefrom, for his glorification,

all that he expected. It was not he, but his son, who received the

homage of mankind, and who gave his name to the new cult. He himself

remained almost unknown upon earth."

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