GLANCES AT ANCIENT SICILIAN HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY.
VICISSITUDES OF SICILIAN GOVERNMENT.--GLANCES AT PHALARIS,
STESICHORUS, EMPEDOCLES, HIERO I., SIMONIDES, EPICHARMUS, DIONYSIUS
I., DAMON AND PYTHIAS, DAMOCLES, DIONYSIUS II., DION, PLATO,
AGATHOCLES, HANNIBAL, HIERO II., THEOCRITUS, ARCHIMEDES, MARCELLUS,
VERRES; AND PARTICULARS RELATING TO GELLIAS.
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Sicily being one of those small, beautiful, and abundant countries which
excite the cupidity of larger ones, has had as many foreign masters as the
poor Princess of Babylon in Boccaccio, who, on her way to be married to
the King of Colchos, fell into the hands of nine husbands. First, in all
probability, came subjugators from the Italian continent; then Phœnicians,
or commercial invaders; then, undoubtedly, Greeks; then Carthaginians;
then Romans, Goths, Saracens, Normans, Germans, Frenchmen, Spaniards,
Gallo-Spaniards, Frenchmen again, Gallo-Spaniards again; and in the
possession of these last it remains. Under the Greeks, its cities grew
into powerful independent states. Syracuse was once twenty-two miles in
circumference. The most prominent names in the ancient history of Sicily
are touched upon in the following list.
Phalaris, tyrant of Agrigentum, who roasted people in a brazen bull, in
which he was ultimately made to roar himself. That is to say, if the bull
be true. For the reign of this prince was at so remote a period, and the
excitement of exaggeration is so tempting, that the sight of the bull in
after times proves no more than was proved by the brazen wolf of Romulus
and Remus. The age of Phalaris was that of the Prophet Daniel.
Stesichorus, a majestic lyrical poet, in one of whose fragments is to be
found the beautiful fiction of the Golden Boat of the Sun. The Sun-God
sails in it, invisibly, round the Northern Sea in the night-time, so as
to be ready to re-appear in the East in the morning.
Empedocles, the Pythagorean philosopher. He is accused of leaping into
Ætna, in the hope of being supernaturally missed, and so taken for a
god--a project betrayed by the ejection of one of his brazen sandals. But
a philosopher may perish by a volcano, as Pliny did, without giving envy a
right to make him a laughing-stock.
Hiero the First, of Syracuse; a bad prince, but a possessor of good horses
and charioteers; for whose victories in the Olympic games his name has
become celebrated by means of Pindar. Hiero is the great name in the
Racing Calendar of antiquity.
Simonides, the elegiac poet. He was a native of Ceos, but lived much, and
died in Sicily, where he was a great favourite. His repeated delays and
final answer to Hiero, when desired to give a definition of the Deity,
have been deservedly celebrated, and are a lesson to presumption for all
time. He first requested a day to consider; then two more days; then
doubled and redoubled the number; till the king, demanding the reason of
this conduct, was told by the poet that “the longer he considered the
question, the more impossible he found it to answer.”
Epicharmus, the supposed founder of comedy. He was a great philosopher as
well as poet, and furnished no little matter to Plato. He died at ninety,
some say at ninety-seven, a longevity attributable to the moderation of
his way of life, and the serenity of his temper. He says in one of his
fragments:--
A darling and a grace is Peace of Mind;
She lives next door to Temperance.
Dionysius, tyrant of Syracuse (the Elder). He wrote bad verses; slept in a
bed with a trench round it and a drawbridge; and, for fear of a barber,
burnt away his beard with hot walnut-shells. What a razor! Dionysius had
abilities enough to become the more hateful for his capricious and
detestable qualities. Probably he had a spice of madness in him, which
power exasperated. Ariosto has turned him to fine account in his
personification of Suspicion.
Damon and Pythias, the famous friends. One of them became surety to
Dionysius for the other’s appearance at the scaffold, and was not
disappointed. Dionysius begged to be admitted a third in the
partnership!--the most ridiculous thing, perhaps, that even the tyrant
ever did.
Damocles, the courtly gentleman, who pronounced Dionysius the happiest man
on earth. He was treated by his master to a “proof of the pudding” which
tyrants eat. He sat crowned at the head of a luxurious banquet, in the
midst of odours, music, and homage; and saw, suspended by a hair over his
head, a naked sword. This, it must be confessed, was a happy thought of
the royal poet--a practical epigram of the very finest point.
Dionysius, tyrant of Syracuse (the Younger), who, on his ejection from the
throne, is said to have become a schoolmaster at Corinth; “in order,” says
Cicero, “that he might still be a scourger somehow.”
Dion, his relation, and Timoleon of Corinth, the great but unhappy
fratricide; both of whom advanced the liberties of Syracuse.
Plato; who visited both the Dionysiuses, to induce them to become
philosophers! He might as well have asked tigers in a sheepfold to prefer
a dish of green pease.
Agathocles the Potter, tyrant of the whole island; who piqued himself on
outdoing the cruelties of Phalaris. His objection to the brazen bull was,
that you could not see the face of the person tortured; so he invented a
hollow iron man with an open visor, in order that he might contemplate the
face of the occupant, while heating over a slow fire. But let us hope the
story is not true; for, though things as horrible have taken place in the
world, the wicked themselves have been calumniated.
Hannibal, during the Punic wars. You see him, at this period of time,
looming in the distance over every other object, and standing in Sicily
like a great visiting giant. He is accounted, we believe, on military
authority, the greatest captain that ever lived. So different is success
in art from prosperity in fortune.
Hiero the Second, of Syracuse. A prudent and popular ally of the Romans.
He showed no great favour to Theocritus. He built a huge toy-ship, in
which were gardens, a wrestling-ground, rooms full of pictures and
statues, floors with subjects from Homer painted in mosaic, and eight
fortified towers! We should like to know what Tom Bowling would have said
to it. When it was completed, it was found that there was no harbour in
Sicily fit to receive it; so the king sent it as a present to Ptolemy
Philadelphus of Egypt.
Theocritus, the great pastoral and miscellaneous poet, for pastoral was
not his only, or his highest excellence. Circumstances appear to have made
a present of _him_ also, as well as the ship, to King Ptolemy; for Hiero
neglected, and Philadelphus patronised him.
Archimedes, kinsman of Hiero. His wonderful mechanical inventions are
among the daily instruments of utility all over the world. The Romans were
obliged to suspend their operations against Syracuse, solely by the terror
he occasioned them with his cranes that lifted their ships, and his
glasses that burnt them. When the city was taken, orders were given to
spare the great man, and bring him before the Roman general, that he might
be duly honoured; but a stupid soldier unwittingly despatched him,
provoked at having been requested to wait while the philosopher finished a
problem. The problem part of the story is not very likely. Sir Isaac
Newton carried abstraction far enough, when he forgot that he had eaten
his dinner, or when he used a lady’s finger for a tobacco-stopper; but an
engineer forgetting his own city while it was being taken by storm and
howling about his ears, seems a little too hard a sample of it.
Marcellus, the Roman general on this occasion. His eyes are said to have
filled with tears at the thought of all that was going to happen to the
conquered city. He was the first successful opposer of Hannibal. When
reproached for carrying off paintings and other works of art from Sicily,
he said he did it to refine the minds of his countrymen. His tears render
every anecdote of him precious to posterity.
Verres, one of the governors of Sicily while it was a Roman
province;--infamous for the tyranny and effrontery of his extortions, even
if but half of what Cicero said of him was true: for we must confess that
we seldom believe more of what is told us by that illustrious talker;
especially as he warns us against himself, by contradicting in one passage
what he says in another. _Vide_ his recommendations of people in his
letters, and his discommendations of them in other letters, privately sent
at the same time. Also, his vituperations and panegyrics of the same
individuals concerned in the civil wars, just as it suited him to condemn
or to court them; to say nothing of his divorces and weddings for
interest’s sake. We have said the more of him in this place because he
too, at one time, held the office of governor in Sicily, where he
discovered the tomb of Archimedes--a memorial, alas! forgotten by the
philosopher’s countrymen in less than a century and a half after his
death! They wanted to “stand out” Cicero, that there was no such thing.
However, they had not forgotten Theocritus. The greatest mechanical movers
of the earth affect the imagination less than they ought to do, and the
heart not at all. The lever and the screw, as the steam-engine will,
become homely commonplaces; whereas love and song, and the beauties of
Nature, are sought with transport, like holidays after business.
The names thus enumerated (for little or no interest attends the Goth and
Vandal portion of the history of this island), may be said to point to all
the characters of any importance in Sicilian antiquity, one only
excepted. This individual we have kept to the last, though he was little
more than a private person, and is not at all famous. But we have a
special regard for him; far more indeed, than for most of those who have
been mentioned; and we think that such of our readers as are not already
acquainted with him, will have one too; for he was of that tip-top class
of human beings called _Good Fellows_, and a very prince of the race. What
renders him a still better fellow than he might otherwise have been, and
doubles his heroical qualities in discerning eyes, is, that he was but an
insignificant little body to look at, and not very well shaped;--a
mannikin, in short, that Sir Godfrey Kneller’s nephew, the slave-trader,
who rated the painter and his friend Pope at less than “ten guineas’”
worth “the pair,” would probably not have valued at more than two pounds
five.
The name of this great unknown was Gellias, and you must search into
by-corners, even of Sicilian history, to find anything about him; but he
was just the man for our Jar;--sweet as the honey that Samson found in the
jaws of the lion.
Gellias was the richest man in the rich city of Agrigentum. The
Agrigentines, according to a saying of their countryman Empedocles, were
famous for “building as if they were to live for ever, and feasting as if
they were to die next day.” But they were as good-natured and hospitable
as they were festive; and Gellias, in accordance with the superiority of
his circumstances, was the most good-natured and hospitable of them all.
His magnificence resembled that of a Barmecide. Slaves were stationed at
the gates of his noble mansion to invite strangers to enter. His cellar
had three hundred reservoirs cut in the solid rock, each containing seven
hundred gallons of wine at their service. One day five hundred horsemen
halted at his door, who had been overtaken by a storm. He lodged and
entertained them all; and, by way of dry clothes, made each man a present
of a new tunic and robe.
His wit appears to have been as ready as it was pungent. He was sent
ambassador on some occasion to the people of Centauripa, a place at the
foot of Mount Ætna. When he rose in the assembly to address them, his poor
little figure made so ridiculous a contrast with his mission, that they
burst into fits of laughter. Gellias waited his time, and then requested
them not to be astonished;--“for,” said he, “it is the custom with
Agrigentum to suit the ambassador to his locality; to send noble-looking
persons to great cities, and insignificant ones to the insignificant.”
The combined magnanimity and address of this sarcasm are not to be
surpassed. Ambassadors are privileged people; but they have not always
been spared by irritated multitudes; yet our hero did not hesitate to turn
the ridicule of the Centauripans on themselves. He “showed up” the
smallness of their pretensions, both as a community and as observers. He
did not blink the fact of his own bodily insignificance--too sore a point
with little people in general, notwithstanding the fact that many of the
greatest spirits of the world have resided in frames as petty. He made it
the very ground for exposing the still smaller pretensions of the souls
and understandings of his deriders. Or, supposing that he said it with a
good-humoured smile,--with an air of rebuke to their better sense,--still
the address was as great, and the magnanimity as candid. He not only took
the “bull by the horns,” but turned it with his mighty little hands into a
weapon of triumph. Such a man, insignificant as his general exterior may
have been, must, after all, have had something fine in some part of
it--something great in some part of its expression; probably fine eyes,
and a smile full of benignity.
Gellias proved that his soul was of the noblest order, not only by a
princely life, but by the heroical nature of his death. Agrigentum lay on
the coast opposite Carthage. It had been a flourishing place, partly by
reason of its commerce with that city; but was at last insulted by it and
subdued. Most of the inhabitants fled. Among those who remained was
Gellias. He fancied that his great wealth, and his renown for hospitality,
would procure him decent treatment. Finding, however, that the least to be
expected of the enemy was captivity, he set fire to a temple into which he
had conveyed his wealth, and perished with it in the flames; thus, says
Stolberg, at once preventing “the profanation of the place, the enriching
of the foe, and the disgrace of slavery.”
There ought to be a book devoted to the history of those whose reputations
have not received their due. It would make a curious volume. It would be
old in the materials, novel in the interest, and of equal delight and use.
It is a startling reflection, that while men, such as this Gellias, must
be dug up from the by-ways of history, its high-road is three-parts full
of people who would never have been heard of, but for accidents of time
and place. Take, for instance, the majority of the Roman emperors, of
those of Germany, of the turbulent old French noblesse, and indeed of
three-fourths, perhaps nine-tenths, of historical names all over the
world. The reflection, nevertheless, suggests one of a more consolatory
kind, namely, that genius and great qualities are not the only things to
be considered in this world;--that commonplace also has its right to be
heard; common affections and common wants;--ay, the more in the latter
case, because they are common. The worst of it is, that commonplace in
power is not fond of allowing this right to its brother commonplace out of
it. The progress of knowledge, however, tends to a greater impartiality;
and the consideration of this fact must be the honey, meantime, to many a
bitter thought.
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