CHAPTER VIII.

THE CORINTHIAN ASSEMBLY.

Cleanor was of far too sanguine a temperament to allow himself to be

daunted by the gloomy reminiscences of his friend. "Things", he said to

himself, "are altered since then. Rome is more manifestly formidable,

for she has rid herself of more than one rival. The mere instinct of

self-preservation must make those that are left unite."

Still, he could not hide from himself various discouraging facts that

forced themselves upon his notice. In the first place Corinth, or,

rather, the Corinthian people, disappointed him. The place itself was

intensely interesting; he did not know whether to admire more the

splendid remains of the past that it had to show, or the evidences of a

prosperous present with which it abounded.

At one time he would make his way to the highest point of the citadel,

the Acro-Corinthus, and look down upon the city, crowded as it was with

temples, public halls, mansions, on which the wealth of centuries had

been lavished. At another he would spend long hours in wandering about

the docks, that one which brought to the "City of the Two Seas" the

commerce of the West, or that other which was filled with the

merchandise of the East.

There were vessels of all sizes and of every kind of rig, manned with

seamen of every nationality, and bringing the merchandise of every

country, from the Atlantic shores on the west to remote regions of the

east of which no European knew except by repute. Blocks of tin and

strings of amber from far-off islands of the north, ivory and precious

stones from the African coasts far to the south of the Pillars of

Hercules, iron from Elba, cattle and fruit from the Balearic Isles,

wines from Sicily and the shores of the Adriatic, were among the most

common articles in the western harbour; to the eastern harbour came

silks from China, metal work from India,--then as now famous for the

skill of its handicraftsmen,--dried fruits from Lesser Asia, salt and

pickled fish from the Black Sea, wheat from Egypt, and wines, some of

them the finest vintages in the world, from the islands of the Ægean.

Corinth, then, was interesting enough, making the impression upon a

stranger of being one of the busiest and wealthiest places in the world.

But what of the Corinthians? A more mixed, I may say mongrel, multitude

could not be seen anywhere. Cleanor's first impression was that the

population contained specimens of every nation upon earth--except

Greeks. There were swarms of Asiatics from the Lesser Asia and from

Syria, yellow-skinned Egyptians, Arabs and Moors showing every variety

of brown, and negroes with their glossy black. In effective contrast to

these might be seen a few Gauls, blue-eyed and yellow-haired, whose

imposing stature seemed to dwarf to pigmies the crowds through which

they shouldered their way. Now and then a Roman, conspicuous in his

white toga edged with a narrow purple stripe,[17] moved along with slow,

dignified step, which seemed to speak of a man born to rule. It was

curious to note the expression of fear and hatred with which he was

regarded. Again and again, as he watched this motley crowd thronging the

streets with an endless variety of costume, colour, and dress, Cleanor

felt disposed to say, "Here is Corinth, but where are the Corinthians?"

And when he did see specimens of the genuine Corinthian, he had to own

to himself that they did not greatly impress him. The city had its

gilded youth, most of them belonging to the second or third generations

of families enriched by trade, but some claiming to be Bacchiadæ,[18] or

even descendants of the mythical Sisyphus who had founded the city some

fourteen centuries before. A more debauched, spendthrift, and generally

useless set he had never seen. They made no pretence to culture; they

shuddered at the idea of a campaign; even the sports of the arena were

too much for their effeminate frames. Cleanor felt his spirits sink and

his hopes diminish day by day, for Corinth was now the capital of

Greece. Archias, his host, watched him meanwhile with a compassionate

interest. He had had something of the same enthusiasm himself in bygone

days, and had known the inexpressible pain of having to own that it was

a delusion.

"Do you know," he said to his young guest some ten days after their

arrival, "that there is to be an important meeting of the Assembly

to-morrow?"

"I heard Polemon say something about it to-day. He asked one of the

young fellows who were playing at _kottabos_ with him whether he thought

of going, and seemed to surprise him very much by the question.

Polemon, you see, has not been living in Corinth for much more than a

year, and has not quite caught the high-toned Corinthian manner. He

actually imagines it possible for a man to have some interest in public

affairs. You should have heard the astonishment in his friend's voice

when he answered him, 'Going to the Assembly, did you say? Why, my dear

fellow, I have never been to the Assembly, and certainly never shall,

till they make me Eparch or whatever they call it, when I shall have to,

I suppose. And to-morrow of all days in the year! Why, don't you know

that Pintocles of Megara is coming over with his champion team of

quails, and that I am going to meet them with mine? We have a wager of a

hundred gold pieces on the event. If one side kills _all_ the birds on

the other side, the loser is to pay double stakes. In any case the

winner is to give a dinner to the loser and his friends. Going to the

Assembly, indeed!' That is all that I have heard about it."

"Then I had better enlighten you," replied Archias. "You know that the

Assembly has been called to hear the envoys from Rome state the terms

which the Senate is willing to agree to. You ought to be there. _You_

will find it very interesting, whatever these young gentlemen with their

teams of fighting quails may think about it."

"Certainly I should like to go; but how am I to get in? At Athens they

were very particular not to admit any one that was not a citizen."

"Don't trouble yourself on that score. Here they are not particular at

all. Simply follow the crowd. There will be no one to stop you."

And so it turned out. There were door-keepers at the entrances to the

vast amphitheatre in which the meeting of the Assembly was held, but

they did not attempt to exclude anyone. Cleanor found himself, when he

was seated, in the midst of a crowd almost as variegated and as polyglot

as that at which he was accustomed to gaze in the streets. No one could

suppose that any large proportion of them were genuine Corinthian

citizens. The fourth hour[19] was the time appointed for the

commencement of business, and the multitude spent the interval much in

the same way that a waiting crowd would do nowadays. They cheered or

hissed any well-known citizen as he took his place, yelled out

witticisms which seemed to please the more the coarser and more personal

they were, sang songs with noisy choruses, and kept up generally an

incessant uproar. Men carrying baskets of cakes and sweetmeats, or jars

of wine, passed up and down the spaces between the blocks of seats, and

did a brisk business in their respective wares.

A brief hush fell upon the noisy crowd when, after the signal had been

given by the blast of a trumpet, the doors leading into what may be

called the magistrates' box were thrown open, and the officials, who

were to conduct the business of the day filed in. There was nothing

noteworthy about their reception, but when the figures of the two Roman

envoys became visible, a storm of groans and hisses broke out ten times

louder and fiercer than the noisiest manifestation that had greeted the

most unpopular Corinthian. The two Romans bore themselves with

characteristic indifference, took their seats in the places allotted to

them, and watched the furious multitude with the utmost unconcern.

After the howling and stamping had gone on for some quarter of an hour,

the demonstration began to die away. One of the magistrates dropped a

few grains of incense into a fire that was burning in front of him, and

poured out a little wine, muttering at the same time an invocation to

Zeus, the patron deity of Corinth. This was equivalent to our "opening

the proceedings with prayer". This ceremony completed, a herald

proclaimed that the Assembly was constituted, and the presiding

magistrate stepped forward to open the proceedings.

His speech was of the briefest. "Citizens of Corinth," he said, "you are

called together to-day to hear the terms on which the Senate and People

of Rome are willing to make a treaty of perpetual friendship with you.

They have sent two distinguished citizens, both members of the Senate,

who will set the matter before you, and whom you will receive with that

courtesy which it is the custom of Corinth to show to the ambassadors of

other nations."

The Romans stepped to the front of the platform. They were met for a few

moments with a renewal of the uproar which had greeted their first

appearance. But the Assembly was genuinely anxious to hear what they had

to say, and the disturbing element was hushed into silence.

Rome had paid the Greek people the compliment of sending them envoys who

could address them in their own language. Titus Manlius--this was the

name of the senior envoy--was one of the most cultured men of the time,

one of the Scipio circle, and feeling a genuine admiration for Greece,

for the Greece, _i.e._, of the past, for he had no little contempt for

the Greece of the present. On the present occasion, however, he had

every wish to please and conciliate.

When it was seen that he was going to address the Assembly without the

aid of an interpreter, he was greeted with applause, which was renewed

after he had uttered a few sentences with a fluency and purity of

accent which much impressed his hearers, few of whom, indeed, could in

these respects have rivalled him. When he went on, in a few well-turned

phrases, to compliment his hearers on the dignity and antiquity of their

city, and on the services which they had rendered to Greece in repelling

the barbarians from without, and checking undue ambition from within, he

was met with loud applause.

But after compliments came business, after sweets bitter. The first

statement was that the Senate and People of Rome desired that every

Greek city should enjoy complete freedom, electing its own magistrates,

and being governed by its own laws.

This was received with some applause, though the Assembly was acute

enough to be aware that a generality of this kind might not mean very

much.

The speaker went on: "Every city may form such alliances as may seem

expedient, provided only that they be not to the injury of the public

peace. No city shall be compelled to enter into or to give up any

alliance against its will."

At this there were loud expressions of disapproval. It was a cardinal

point with the League, of which Corinth was the ruling member, that

every city in Greece must join it. At this very time Sparta was

insisting on her right to stand alone, and the other states, headed by

Corinth, were insisting that she must join them. And now Rome had

pronounced in favour of Sparta.

The third item in the programme pleased the audience still less, for it

touched their pride at a very tender point. "A Roman garrison will

occupy the citadel until affairs shall have been finally arranged. The

occupation is for a time only, and will cease as soon as this may be

done without injury to the public good."

But when the last condition was announced it was met with a perfect

storm of rage. "Anxious to promote the general welfare of Greece, the

Senate and People of Rome decree that the island of Delos shall be a

free port."

This was a thing that everybody could understand. Freedom, after all,

was not much more than a sentiment, and alliances were a matter for

rulers to settle. Even a garrison in the citadel might be endured, for

it meant the spending of a good deal of money. But Delos a free port!

That was beyond all bearing. There was not a man in the whole of the

Assembly but would be distinctly the poorer for it.

The Roman had scarcely sat down when Critolaüs, the president of the

League, sprang to his feet, and poured out a furious oration, in which

he denounced the hypocrisy, the arrogance, and the greed of Rome. As he

spoke, the temper of his audience rose higher and higher. The whole

multitude sprang to their feet, howling, and shaking their fists at the

Romans as they sat calm and indifferent in their place. Still the

crisis, dangerous as it looked, might have passed off but for the

mischievous act of some half-witted fellow who had found his way into

the Assembly.

"As for these men who have come hither to insult us," cried the orator

in the peroration of his speech, "let them carry back to their employers

at home the message of our unanimous contempt and defiance." "And this

too," shouted the man, "as a little token of our affection," throwing at

the same time a rotten fig. It struck one of the envoys on the shoulder,

making a disfiguring stain on the white toga. "Good! good!" shouted the

crowd, and followed it up with a shower of similar missiles. Some stones

followed, and then came a leaden bullet propelled from a sling, which

struck the wall behind the chairs of the Romans, and only a few inches

above their heads.

The magistrates awoke to the gravity of the situation. They were

responsible for good order, were unwilling, in any case, to be

themselves compromised, and had an uneasy feeling that the excitement of

such proceedings would have to be dearly paid for. They caught the two

Romans by the arms, and literally forced them out of the building by the

door which served as a private entrance for official persons. The

usual escort was in waiting outside. Under this protection the envoys

were able to reach the citadel in safety. They had received a few blows,

but had not sustained any serious injury.

[Illustration: THE ROMAN ENVOYS TO CORINTH ARE COMPELLED TO LEAVE THE

AMPHITHEATRE.]

"What think you of this?" asked the Syracusan of his young friend as

they walked back to their lodging.

"A grievous business indeed, and of the very worst augury for the

future," replied Cleanor.

"Yes," said Archias. "Who can help thinking of Tarentum, and how the

robe of Postumius[20] was soiled and washed white again."

FOOTNOTES:

17: This narrow stripe indicated the knight; the broad stripe

indicated the senator. The knights were the capitalists of Rome,

farming the revenues of the state, a business becoming yearly

more important as the dominions of the republic continued to

grow.

18: This was the ancient aristocracy of Corinth.

19: The fourth hour, reckoned, _i.e._, from sunrise. As the time

is supposed to be late in the autumn, sunrise would be at 7, and

the fourth hour about 10.20, each hour being of fifty minutes

duration, _i.e._ the twelfth part of the hour's day between 7

a.m. and 5 p.m. Whatever the length of the day it was divided

into twelve hours.

20: C. Postumius was sent in the year 286 B.C. to deliver to the

people of Tarentum the _ultimatum_ of Rome. While he was

speaking a buffoon bespattered his toga with some filth. He held

up the robe in the sight of the Assembly, with the words,

"Verily this shall be washed white".

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