Whatever, meantime, were the secret motive to this policy, it did not

fail to shock all Greece profoundly. And, in a slighter degree, the same

effect upon public feeling followed the act of Agesipolis, who, after

obtaining an answer from the Oracle of Delphi, carried forward his suit

to the more awfully ancient Oracle of Dodona; by way of trying, as

he alleged, "whether the child agreed with its papa." These open

expressions of distrust were generally condemned; and the irresistible

proof that they were, lies in the fact that they led to no imitations.

Even in a case mentioned by Herodotus, when a man had the audacity to

found a colony without seeking an oracular sanction, no precedent

was established; though the journey to Delphi must often have been

peculiarly inconvenient to the founders of colonies moving westwards

from Greece; and the expenses of such a journey, with the subsequent

offerings, could not but prove unseasonable at the moment when every

drachma was most urgently needed. Charity begins at home, was a

thought quite as likely to press upon a Pagan conscience, in those

circumstances, as upon our modern Christian consciences under heavy

taxation; yet, for all that, such was the regard to a pious inauguration

of all colonial enterprises, that no one provision or pledge of

prosperity was held equally indispensable by all parties to such

hazardous speculations. The merest worldly foresight, indeed, to the

most irreligious leader, would suggest this sanction as a necessity,

under the following reason:--colonies the most enviably prosperous

upon the whole, have yet had many hardships to contend with in their

noviciate of the first five years; were it only from the summer failure

of water under circumstances of local ignorance, or from the casual

failure of crops under imperfect arrangements of culture. Now, the

one great qualification for wrestling strenuously with such difficult

contingencies in solitary situations, is the spirit of cheerful hope;

but, when any room had been left for apprehending a supernatural curse

resting upon their efforts--equally in the most thoughtfully pious man

and the most crazily superstitious--all spirit of hope would be blighted

at once; and the religious neglect would, even in a common human way,

become its own certain executor, through mere depression of spirits and

misgiving of expectations. Well, therefore, might Cicero in a tone of

defiance demand, "Quam vero Græcia coloniam misit in Ætoliam, Ioniam,

Asiam, Siciliam, Italiam, sine Pythio (the Delphic), aut Dodonseo, aut

Hammonis oraculo?" An oracular sanction must be had, and from a leading

oracle--the three mentioned by Cicero were the greatest; [Footnote: To

which at one time must be added, as of equal rank, the Oracle of the

Branchides, in Asia Minor. But this had been destroyed by the Persians,

in retaliation of the Athenian outrages at Sardis.] and, if a minor

oracle could have satisfied the inaugurating necessities of a regular

colony, we may be sure that the Dorian states of the Peloponnesus, who

had twenty-five decent oracles at home (that is, within the peninsula),

would not so constantly have carried their money to Delphi. Nay, it is

certain that even where the colonial counsels of the greater

oracles seemed extravagant, though a large discretion was allowed to

remonstrance, and even to very homely expostulations, still, in the last

resort, no doubts were felt that the oracle must be right. Brouwer, the

Belgic scholar, who has so recently and so temperately treated these

subjects (Histoire de la Civilisation Morale et Religieuse chez les

Grecs: 6 tomes: Groningue--1840), alleges a case (which, however, we do

not remember to have met) where the client ventured to object:--"_Mon

roi Apollon, je crois que tu es fou._" But cases are obvious which look

this way, though not going so far as to charge lunacy upon the lord of

prophetic vision. Battus, who was destined to be the eldest father of

Cyrene, so memorable as the first ground of Greek intercourse with the

African shore of the Mediterranean, never consulted the Delphic Oracle

in reference to his eyes, which happened to be diseased, but that he was

admonished to prepare for colonizing Libya.--"Grant me patience," would

Battus reply; "here am I getting into years, and never do I consult the

Oracle about my precious sight, but you, King Phœbus, begin your old

yarn about Cyrene. Confound Cyrene! Nobody knows where it is. But, if

you are serious, speak to my son--he's a likely young man, and worth a

hundred of old rotten hulks, like myself." Battus was provoked in good

earnest; and it is well known that the whole scheme went to sleep for

several years, until King Phoebus sent in a gentle refresher to Battus

and his islanders, in the shape of failing crops, pestilence, and

his ordinary chastisements. The people were roused--the colony was

founded--and, after utter failure, was again re-founded, and the

results justified the Oracle. But, in all such cases, and where

the remonstrances were least respectful, or where the resistance of

_inertia_ was longest, we differ altogether from M. Brouwer in his

belief, that the suitors fancied Apollo to have gone distracted. If they

ever said so, this must have been merely by way of putting the Oracle

on its mettle, and calling forth some _plainer_--not any essentially

different--answer from the enigmatic god; for there it was that the

doubts of the clients settled, and on that it was the practical demurs

hinged. Not because even Battus, vexed as he was about his precious

eyesight, distrusted the Oracle, but because he felt sure that the

Oracle had not spoken out freely; therefore, had he and many others in

similar circumstances presumed to delay. A second edition was what they

waited for, corrected and _enlarged_. We have a memorable instance of

this policy in the Athenian envoys, who, upon receiving a most ominous

doom, but obscurely expressed, from the Delphic Oracle, which

politely concluded by saying, "And so get out, you vagabonds, from

my temple--don't cumber my decks any longer;" were advised to answer

sturdily--"No!--we shall _not_ get out--we mean to sit here forever,

until you think proper to give us a more reasonable reply." Upon which

spirited rejoinder, the Pythia saw the policy of revising her truly

brutal rescript as it had stood originally.

The necessity, indeed, was strong for not acquiescing in the Oracle,

until it had become clearer by revision or by casual illustrations, as

will be seen even under our next head. This head concerns the case

of those who found themselves deceived by the _event_ of any oracular

prediction. As usual, there is a Spartan case of this nature. Cleomenes

complained bitterly that the Oracle of Delphi had deluded him by holding

out as a possibility, and under given conditions as a certainty, that he

should possess himself of Argos. But the Oracle was justified: there was

an inconsiderable place outside the walls of Argos which bore the same

name. Most readers will remember the case of Cambyses, who had

been assured by a legion of oracles that he should die at Ecbatana.

Suffering, therefore, in Syria from a scratch inflicted upon his thigh

by his own sabre, whilst angrily sabring a ridiculous quadruped whom the

Egyptian priests had put forward as a god, he felt quite at his ease

so long as he remembered his vast distance from the mighty capital of

Media, to the eastward of the Tigris. The scratch, however, inflamed,

for his intemperance had saturated his system with combustible matter;

the inflammation spread; the pulse ran high: and he began to feel

twinges of alarm. At length mortification commenced: but still he

trusted to the old prophecy about Ecbatana, when suddenly a

horrid discovery was made--that the very Syrian village at his own

head-quarters was known by the pompous name of Ecbatana. Josephus tells

a similar story of some man contemporary with Herod the Great. And we

must all remember that case in Shakspeare, where the first king of the

_red_ rose, Henry IV., had long fancied his destiny to be that he should

meet his death in Jerusalem; which naturally did not quicken his zeal

for becoming a crusader. "All time enough," doubtless he used to say;

"no hurry at all, gentlemen!" But at length, finding himself pronounced

by the doctor ripe for dying, it became a question whether the prophet

were a false prophet, or the doctor a false doctor. However, in such a

case, it is something to have a collision of opinions--a prophet against

a doctor. But, behold, it soon transpired that there was no collision at

all. It was the Jerusalem chamber, occupied by the king as a bed-room,

to which the prophet had alluded. Upon which his majesty reconciled

himself at once to the ugly necessity at hand

"In that Jerusalem shall Harry die."

The last case--that of oracular establishments turning out to be

accomplices of thieves--is one which occurred in Egypt on a scale of

some extent; and is noticed by Herodotus. This degradation argued great

poverty in the particular temples: and it is not at all improbable that,

amongst a hundred Grecian Oracles, some, under a similar temptation,

would fall into a similar disgrace. But now, as regards even this

lowest extremity of infamy, much more as regards the qualified sort of

disrepute attending the three minor cases, one single distinction puts

all to rights. The Greeks never confounded the temple, and household of

officers attached to the temple service, with the dark functions of the

presiding god. In Delphi, besides the Pythia and priests, with their

train of subordinate ministers directly billeted on the temple, there

were two orders of men outside, Delphic citizens, one styled _Arizeis_,

the other styled _Hosioi_,--a sort of honorary members, whose duty was

probably _inter alia_, to attach themselves to persons of corresponding

rank in the retinues of the envoys or consulting clients, and doubtless

to collect from them, in convivial moments, all the secrets or general

information which the temple required for satisfactory answers. If they

personally went too far in their intrigues or stratagems of decoy, the

disgrace no more recoiled on the god, than, in modern times, the vices

or crimes of a priest can affect the pure religion at whose altars he

officiates.

Meantime, through these outside ministers--though unaffected by their

follies or errors as trepanners--the Oracle of Delphi drew that vast and

comprehensive information, from every local nook or recess of Greece,

which made it in the end a blessing to the land. The great error is, to

suppose the majority of cases laid before the Delphic Oracle strictly

questions for _prophetic_ functions. Ninety-nine in a hundred respected

marriages, state-treaties, sales, purchases, founding of towns or

colonies, &c., which demanded no faculty whatever of divination, but the

nobler faculty (though unpresumptuous) of sagacity, that calculates

the natural consequences of human acts, cooperating with elaborate

investigation of the local circumstances. If, in any paper on the

general civilization of Greece (that great mother of civilization for

all the world), we should ever attempt to trace this element of Oracles,

it will not be difficult to prove that Delphi discharged the office of

a central _bureau d'administration_, a general depot of political

information, an organ of universal combination for the counsels of the

whole Grecian race. And that which caused the declension of the Oracles

was the loss of political independence and autonomy. After Alexander,

still more after the Roman conquest, each separate state, having no

powers and no motive for asking counsel on state measures, naturally

confined itself more and more to its humbler local interests of police,

or even at last to its family arrangements.

THE REVOLUTION OF GREECE.

[1833.]

It is falsely charged upon itself by this age, in its character of

_censor morum_, that effeminacy in a practical sense lies either amongst

its full-blown faults, or amongst its lurking tendencies. A rich,

a polished, a refined age, may, by mere necessity of inference, be

presumed to be a luxurious one; and the usual principle, by which moves

the whole trivial philosophy which speculates upon the character of a

particular age or a particular nation, is first of all to adopt some one

central idea of its characteristics, and then without further effort to

pursue its integration; that is, having assumed (or, suppose even having

demonstrated) the existence of some great influential quality in excess

sufficient to overthrow the apparent equilibrium demanded by the common

standards of a just national character, the speculator then proceeds, as

in a matter of acknowledged right, to push this predominant quality

into all its consequences, and all its closest affinities. To give one

illustration of such a case, now perhaps beginning to be forgotten:

Somewhere about the year 1755, the once celebrated Dr. Brown, after

other little attempts in literature and paradox, took up the conceit

that England was ruined at her heart's core by excess of luxury and

sensual self-indulgence. He had persuaded himself that the ancient

activities and energies of the country were sapped by long habits

of indolence, and by a morbid plethora of enjoyment in every class.

Courage, and the old fiery spirit of the people, had gone to wreck with

the physical qualities which had sustained them. Even the faults of

the public mind had given way under its new complexion of character;

ambition and civil dissension were extinct. It was questionable whether

a good hearty assault and battery, or a respectable knock-down blow, had

been dealt by any man in London for one or two generations. The doctor

carried his reveries so far, that he even satisfied himself and one or

two friends (probably by looking into the parks at hours propitious to

his hypothesis) that horses were seldom or ever used for riding; that,

in fact, this accomplishment was too boisterous or too perilous for the

gentle propensities of modern Britons; and that, by the best accounts,

few men of rank or fashion were now seen on horseback. This pleasant

collection of dreams did Doctor Brown solemnly propound to the English

public, in two octavo volumes, under the title of "An Estimate of the

Manners and Principles of the Times;" and the report of many who

lived in those days assures us that for a brief period the book had a

prodigious run. In some respects the doctor's conceits might seem too

startling and extravagant; but, to balance _that_, every nation has

some pleasure in being heartily abused by one of its own number; and the

English nation has always had a special delight in being alarmed, and in

being clearly convinced that it is and ought to be on the brink of ruin.

With such advantages in the worthy doctor's favor, he might have kept

the field until some newer extravaganza had made his own obsolete, had

not one ugly turn in political affairs given so smashing a refutation

to his practical conclusions, and called forth so sudden a rebound

of public feeling in the very opposite direction, that a bomb-shell

descending right through the whole impression of his book could not more

summarily have laid a chancery "injunction" upon its further sale. This

arose under the brilliant administration of the first Mr. Pitt: England

was suddenly victorious in three quarters of the globe; land and sea

echoed to the voice of her triumphs; and the poor Doctor Brown, in the

midst of all this hubbub, cut his own throat with his own razor. Whether

this dismal catastrophe were exactly due to his mortification as a

baffled visionary, whose favorite conceit had suddenly exploded like a

rocket into smoke and stench, is more than we know. But, at all events,

the sole memorial of his hypothesis which now reminds the English reader

that it ever existed is one solitary notice of good-humored satire

pointed at it by Cowper. [Footnote: "The Inestimable Estimate of

Brown."] And the possibility of such exceeding folly in a man otherwise

of good sense and judgment, not depraved by any brain-fever or

enthusiastic infatuation, is to be found in the vicious process of

reasoning applied to such estimates; the doctor, having taken up

one novel idea of the national character, proceeded afterwards by no

tentative inquiries, or comparison with actual facts and phenomena of

daily experience, but resolutely developed out of his one idea all that

it appeared analytically to involve; and postulated audaciously as a

solemn fact whatsoever could be exhibited in any possible connection

with his one central principle, whether in the way of consequence or of

affinity.

Pretty much upon this unhappy Brunonian mode of deducing our national

character, it is a very plausible speculation, which has been and will

again be chanted, that we, being a luxurious nation, must by force

of good logical dependency be liable to many derivative taints and

infirmities which ought of necessity to besiege the blood of nations in

that predicament. All enterprise and spirit of adventure, all heroism

and courting of danger for its own attractions, ought naturally

to languish in a generation enervated by early habits of personal

indulgence. Doubtless they _ought; a priori_, it seems strictly

demonstrable that such consequences should follow. Upon the purest forms

of inference in _Barbara_ or _Celarent_, it can be shown satisfactorily

that from all our tainted classes, _a fortiori_ then from our most

tainted classes--our men of fashion and of opulent fortunes--no

description of animal can possibly arise but poltroons and _fainéans_.

In fact, pretty generally, under the known circumstances of our modern

English education and of our social habits, we ought, in obedience to

all the _precognita_ of our position, to show ourselves rank cowards;

yet, in spite of so much excellent logic, the facts are otherwise. No

age has shown in its young patricians a more heroic disdain of sedentary

ease; none in a martial support of liberty or national independence has

so gayly volunteered upon services the most desperate, or shrunk less

from martyrdom on the field of battle, whenever there was hope to

invite their disinterested exertions, or grandeur enough in the cause to

sustain them. Which of us forgets the gallant Mellish, the frank and

the generous, who reconciled himself so gayly to the loss of a splendid

fortune, and from the very bosom of luxury suddenly precipitated himself

upon the hardships of Peninsular warfare? Which of us forgets the

adventurous Lee of Lime, whom a princely estate could not detain

in early youth from courting perils in Nubia and Abyssinia, nor

(immediately upon his return) from almost wooing death as a volunteer

aide-de-camp to the Duke of Wellington at Waterloo? So again of Colonel

Evans, who, after losing a fine estate long held out to his hopes, five

times over put himself at the head of _forlorn hopes_. Such cases are

memorable, and were conspicuous at the time, from the lustre of wealth

and high connections which surrounded the parties; but many thousand

others, in which the sacrifices of personal ease were less noticeable

from their narrower scale of splendor, had equal merit for the

cheerfulness with which those sacrifices were made. [Footnote: History

of the Greek Revolution, by Thomas Gordon.] Here, again, in the

person of the author before us, we have another instance of noble and

disinterested heroism, which, from the magnitude of the sacrifices that

it involved, must place him in the same class as the Mellishes and the

Lees. This gallant Scotsman, who was born in 1788, or 1789, lost

his father in early life. Inheriting from him a good estate in

Aberdeenshire, and one more considerable in Jamaica, he found himself,

at the close of a long minority, in the possession of a commanding

fortune. Under the vigilant care of a sagacious mother, Mr. Gordon

received the very amplest advantages of a finished education, studying

first at the University of Aberdeen, and afterwards for two years at

Oxford; whilst he had previously enjoyed as a boy the benefits of a

private tutor from Oxford. Whatever might be the immediate result from

this careful tuition, Mr. Gordon has since completed his own education

in the most comprehensive manner, and has carried his accomplishments as

a linguist to a point of rare excellence. Sweden and Portugal excepted,

we understand that he has personally visited every country in Europe.

He has travelled also in Asiatic Turkey, in Persia, and in Barbary. From

this personal residence in foreign countries, we understand that Mr.

Gordon has obtained an absolute mastery over certain modern languages,

especially the French, the Italian, the modern Greek, and the

Turkish.[Footnote: Mr. Gordon is privately known to be the translator of

the work written by a Turkish minister, "_Tchebi Effendi_" published in

the Appendix to Wilkinson's Wallachia, and frequently referred to by

the _Quarterly Review_ in its notices of Oriental affairs.] Not content,

however, with this extensive education in a literary sense, Mr. Gordon

thought proper to prepare himself for the part which he meditated

in public life, by a second, or military education, in two separate

services;--first, in the British, where he served in the Greys, and in

the forty-third regiment; and subsequently, during the campaign of 1813,

as a captain on the Russian staff.

Thus brilliantly accomplished for conferring lustre and benefit upon any

cause which he might adopt amongst the many revolutionary movements then

continually emerging in Southern Europe, he finally carried the whole

weight of his great talents, prudence, and energy, together with the

unlimited command of his purse, to the service of Greece in her heroic

struggle with the Sultan. At what point his services and his countenance

were appreciated by the ruling persons in Greece, will be best collected

from the accompanying letter, translated from the original, in modern

Greek, addressed to him by the provisional government of Greece, in

1822. It will be seen that this official document notices with great

sorrow Mr. Gordon's absence from Greece, and with some surprise, as a

fact at that time unexplained and mysterious; but the simple explanation

of this mystery was, that Mr. Gordon had been brought to the very brink

of the grave by a contagious fever, at Tripolizza, and that his native

air was found essential to his restoration. Subsequently, however, he

returned, and rendered the most powerful services to Greece, until the

war was brought to a close, as much almost by Turkish exhaustion, as by

the armed interference of the three great conquerors of Navarino.

"The government of Greece to the SIGNOR GORDON, a man worthy of all

admiration, and a friend of the Grecians, health and prosperity.

"It was not possible, most excellent sir, nor was it a thing endurable

to the descendants of the Grecians, that they should be deprived any

longer of those imprescriptible rights which belong to the inheritance

of their birth--rights which a barbarian of a foreign soil, an

anti-christian tyrant, issuing from the depths of Asia, seized upon with

a robber's hand, and, lawlessly trampling under foot, administered up to

this time the affairs of Greece, after his own lust and will. Needs it

was that we, sooner or later, shattering this iron and heavy sceptre,

should recover, at the price of life itself (if _that_ were found

necessary), our patrimonial heritage, that thus our people might again

be gathered to the family of free and self-legislating states. Moving,

then, under such impulses, the people of Greece advanced with one heart,

and perfect unanimity of council, against an oppressive despotism,

putting their hands to an enterprise beset with difficulties, and hard

indeed to be achieved, yet, in our present circumstances, if any one

thing in this life, most indispensable. This, then, is the second

year which we are passing since we have begun to move in this glorious

contest, once again struggling, to all appearance, upon unequal terms,

but grasping our enterprise with the right hand and the left, and with

all our might stretching forward to the objects before us.

"It was the hope of Greece that, in these seasons of emergency, she

would not fail of help and earnest resort of friends from the Christian

nations throughout Europe. For it was agreeable neither to humanity nor

to piety, that the rights of nations, liable to no grudges of malice

or scruples of jealousy, should be surreptitiously and wickedly filched

away, or mocked with outrage and insult; but that they should be settled

firmly on those foundations which Nature herself has furnished in

abundance to the condition of man in society. However, so it was, that

Greece, cherishing these most reasonable expectations, met with most

unmerited disappointments.

"But you, noble and generous Englishman, no sooner heard the trumpet of

popular rights echoing melodiously from the summits of Taygetus, of

Ida, of Pindus, and of Olympus, than, turning with listening ears to

the sound, and immediately renouncing the delights of country, of family

ties, and (what is above all) of domestic luxury and ease, and the

happiness of your own fireside, you hurried to our assistance. But

suddenly, and in contradiction to the universal hope of Greece, by

leaving us, you have thrown us all into great perplexity and amazement,

and that at a crisis when some were applying their minds to military

pursuits, some to the establishment of a civil administration, others

to other objects, but all alike were hurrying and exerting themselves

wherever circumstances seemed to invite them.

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