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object:Book 1 - The Council of the Gods
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BOOK I

ARGUMENT

In a council of the Gods, Minerva calls their attention to Ulysses, still
a wanderer. They resolve to grant him a safe return to Ithaca. Minerva
descends to encourage Telemachus, and in the form of Mentes directs him
in what manner to proceed. Throughout this book the extravagance and
profligacy of the suitors are occasionally suggested.


  Muse make the man thy theme, for shrewdness famed
  And genius versatile, who far and wide
  A Wand'rer, after Ilium overthrown,
  Discover'd various cities, and the mind
  And manners learn'd of men, in lands remote.
  He num'rous woes on Ocean toss'd, endured,
  Anxious to save himself, and to conduct
  His followers to their home; yet all his care
  Preserved them not; they perish'd self-destroy'd
  By their own fault; infatuate! who devoured           10
  The oxen of the all-o'erseeing Sun,
  And, punish'd for that crime, return'd no more.
  Daughter divine of Jove, these things record,
  As it may please thee, even in our ears.
   The rest, all those who had perdition 'scaped
  By war or on the Deep, dwelt now at home;
  Him only, of his country and his wife
  Alike desirous, in her hollow grots
  Calypso, Goddess beautiful, detained
  Wooing him to her arms. But when, at length,           20
  (Many a long year elapsed) the year arrived
  Of his return (by the decree of heav'n)
  To Ithaca, not even then had he,
  Although surrounded by his people, reach'd
  The period of his suff'rings and his toils.
  Yet all the Gods, with pity moved, beheld
  His woes, save Neptune; He alone with wrath
  Unceasing and implacable pursued
  Godlike Ulysses to his native shores.
  But Neptune, now, the AEthiopians fought,             30
  (The AEthiopians, utmost of mankind,
  These Eastward situate, those toward the West)
  Call'd to an hecatomb of bulls and lambs.
  There sitting, pleas'd he banqueted; the Gods
  In Jove's abode, meantime, assembled all,
  'Midst whom the Sire of heav'n and earth began.
  For he recall'd to mind AEgisthus slain
  By Agamemnon's celebrated son
  Orestes, and retracing in his thought
  That dread event, the Immortals thus address'd.         40
   Alas! how prone are human-kind to blame
  The Pow'rs of Heav'n! From us, they say, proceed
  The ills which they endure, yet more than Fate
  Herself inflicts, by their own crimes incur.
  So now AEgisthus, by no force constrained
  Of Destiny, Atrides' wedded wife
  Took to himself, and him at his return
  Slew, not unwarn'd of his own dreadful end
  By us: for we commanded Hermes down
  The watchful Argicide, who bade him fear             50
  Alike, to slay the King, or woo the Queen.
  For that Atrides' son Orestes, soon
  As grown mature, and eager to assume
  His sway imperial, should avenge the deed.
  So Hermes spake, but his advice moved not
  AEgisthus, on whose head the whole arrear
  Of vengeance heap'd, at last, hath therefore fall'n.
   Whom answer'd then Pallas caerulean-eyed.
  Oh Jove, Saturnian Sire, o'er all supreme!
  And well he merited the death he found;             60
  So perish all, who shall, like him, offend.
  But with a bosom anguish-rent I view
  Ulysses, hapless Chief! who from his friends
  Remote, affliction hath long time endured
  In yonder wood-land isle, the central boss
  Of Ocean. That retreat a Goddess holds,
  Daughter of sapient Atlas, who the abyss
  Knows to its bottom, and the pillars high
  Himself upbears which sep'rate earth from heav'n.
  His daughter, there, the sorrowing Chief detains,         70
  And ever with smooth speech insidious seeks
  To wean his heart from Ithaca; meantime
  Ulysses, happy might he but behold
  The smoke ascending from his native land,
  Death covets. Canst thou not, Olympian Jove!
  At last relent? Hath not Ulysses oft
  With victims slain amid Achaia's fleet
  Thee gratified, while yet at Troy he fought?
  How hath he then so deep incensed thee, Jove?
   To whom, the cloud-assembler God replied.           80
  What word hath pass'd thy lips, Daughter belov'd?
  Can I forget Ulysses? Him forget
  So noble, who in wisdom all mankind
  Excels, and who hath sacrific'd so oft
  To us whose dwelling is the boundless heav'n?
  Earth-circling Neptune--He it is whose wrath
  Pursues him ceaseless for the Cyclops' sake
  Polypheme, strongest of the giant race,
  Whom of his eye Ulysses hath deprived.
  For Him, Thooesa bore, Nymph of the sea              90
  From Phorcys sprung, by Ocean's mighty pow'r
  Impregnated in caverns of the Deep.
  E'er since that day, the Shaker of the shores,
  Although he slay him not, yet devious drives
  Ulysses from his native isle afar.
  Yet come--in full assembly his return
  Contrive we now, both means and prosp'rous end;
  So Neptune shall his wrath remit, whose pow'r
  In contest with the force of all the Gods
  Exerted single, can but strive in vain.             100
   To whom Minerva, Goddess azure-eyed.
  Oh Jupiter! above all Kings enthroned!
  If the Immortals ever-blest ordain
  That wise Ulysses to his home return,
  Dispatch we then Hermes the Argicide,
  Our messenger, hence to Ogygia's isle,
  Who shall inform Calypso, nymph divine,
  Of this our fixt resolve, that to his home
  Ulysses, toil-enduring Chief, repair.
  Myself will hence to Ithaca, meantime,             110
  His son to animate, and with new force
  Inspire, that (the Achaians all convened
  In council,) he may, instant, bid depart
  The suitors from his home, who, day by day,
  His num'rous flocks and fatted herds consume.
  And I will send him thence to Sparta forth,
  And into sandy Pylus, there to hear
  (If hear he may) some tidings of his Sire,
  And to procure himself a glorious name.
   This said, her golden sandals to her feet           120
  She bound, ambrosial, which o'er all the earth
  And o'er the moist flood waft her fleet as air,
  Then, seizing her strong spear pointed with brass,
  In length and bulk, and weight a matchless beam,
  With which the Jove-born Goddess levels ranks
  Of Heroes, against whom her anger burns,
  From the Olympian summit down she flew,
  And on the threshold of Ulysses' hall
  In Ithaca, and within his vestibule
  Apparent stood; there, grasping her bright spear,        130
  Mentes[1] she seem'd, the hospitable Chief
  Of Taphos' isle--she found the haughty throng
  The suitors; they before the palace gate
  With iv'ry cubes sported, on num'rous hides
  Reclined of oxen which themselves had slain.
  The heralds and the busy menials there
  Minister'd to them; these their mantling cups
  With water slaked; with bibulous sponges those
  Made clean the tables, set the banquet on,
  And portioned out to each his plenteous share.         140
  Long ere the rest Telemachus himself
  Mark'd her, for sad amid them all he sat,
  Pourtraying in deep thought contemplative
  His noble Sire, and questioning if yet
  Perchance the Hero might return to chase
  From all his palace that imperious herd,
  To his own honour lord of his own home.
  Amid them musing thus, sudden he saw
  The Goddess, and sprang forth, for he abhorr'd
  To see a guest's admittance long delay'd;            150
  Approaching eager, her right hand he seized,
  The brazen spear took from her, and in words
  With welcome wing'd Minerva thus address'd.
   Stranger, all hail! to share our cordial love
  Thou com'st; the banquet finish'd, thou shalt next
  Inform me wherefore thou hast here arrived.
   So saying, toward the spacious hall he moved,
  Follow'd by Pallas, and, arriving soon
  Beneath the lofty roof, placed her bright spear
  Within a pillar's cavity, long time               160
  The armoury where many a spear had stood,
  Bright weapons of his own illustrious Sire.
  Then, leading her toward a footstool'd throne
  Magnificent, which first he overspread
  With linen, there he seated her, apart
  From that rude throng, and for himself disposed
  A throne of various colours at her side,
  Lest, stunn'd with clamour of the lawless band,
  The new-arrived should loth perchance to eat,
  And that more free he might the stranger's ear         170
  With questions of his absent Sire address,
  And now a maiden charg'd with golden ew'r,
  And with an argent laver, pouring first
  Pure water on their hands, supplied them, next,
  With a resplendent table, which the chaste
  Directress of the stores furnish'd with bread
  And dainties, remnants of the last regale.
  Then, in his turn, the sewer[2] with sav'ry meats,
  Dish after dish, served them, of various kinds,
  And golden cups beside the chargers placed,           180
  Which the attendant herald fill'd with wine.
  Ere long, in rush'd the suitors, and the thrones
  And couches occupied, on all whose hands
  The heralds pour'd pure water; then the maids
  Attended them with bread in baskets heap'd,
  And eager they assail'd the ready feast.
  At length, when neither thirst nor hunger more
  They felt unsatisfied, to new delights
  Their thoughts they turn'd, to song and sprightly dance,
  Enlivening sequel of the banquet's joys.             190
  An herald, then, to Phemius' hand consign'd
  His beauteous lyre; he through constraint regaled
  The suitors with his song, and while the chords
  He struck in prelude to his pleasant strains,
  Telemachus his head inclining nigh
  To Pallas' ear, lest others should his words
  Witness, the blue-eyed Goddess thus bespake.
   My inmate and my friend! far from my lips
  Be ev'ry word that might displease thine ear!
  The song--the harp,--what can they less than charm       200
  These wantons? who the bread unpurchased eat
  Of one whose bones on yonder continent
  Lie mould'ring, drench'd by all the show'rs of heaven,
  Or roll at random in the billowy deep.
  Ah! could they see him once to his own isle
  Restored, both gold and raiment they would wish
  Far less, and nimbleness of foot instead.
  But He, alas! hath by a wretched fate,
  Past question perish'd, and what news soe'er
  We hear of his return, kindles no hope             210
  In us, convinced that he returns no more.
  But answer undissembling; tell me true;
  Who art thou? whence? where stands thy city? where
  Thy father's mansion? In what kind of ship
  Cam'st thou? Why steer'd the mariners their course
  To Ithaca, and of what land are they?
  For that on foot thou found'st us not, is sure.
  This also tell me, hast thou now arrived
  New to our isle, or wast thou heretofore
  My father's guest? Since many to our house           220
  Resorted in those happier days, for he
  Drew pow'rful to himself the hearts of all.
   Then Pallas thus, Goddess caerulean-eyed.
  I will with all simplicity of truth
  Thy questions satisfy. Behold in me
  Mentes, the offspring of a Chief renown'd
  In war, Anchialus; and I rule, myself,
  An island race, the Taphians oar-expert.
  With ship and mariners I now arrive,
  Seeking a people of another tongue               230
  Athwart the gloomy flood, in quest of brass
  For which I barter steel, ploughing the waves
  To Temesa. My ship beneath the woods
  Of Neius, at yonder field that skirts
  Your city, in the haven Rhethrus rides.
  We are hereditary guests; our Sires
  Were friends long since; as, when thou seest him next,
  The Hero old Laertes will avouch,
  Of whom, I learn, that he frequents no more
  The city now, but in sequester'd scenes             240
  Dwells sorrowful, and by an antient dame
  With food and drink supplied oft as he feels
  Refreshment needful to him, while he creeps
  Between the rows of his luxuriant vines.
  But I have come drawn hither by report,
  Which spake thy Sire arrived, though still it seems
  The adverse Gods his homeward course retard.
  For not yet breathless lies the noble Chief,
  But in some island of the boundless flood
  Resides a prisoner, by barbarous force             250
  Of some rude race detained reluctant there.
  And I will now foreshow thee what the Gods
  Teach me, and what, though neither augur skill'd
  Nor prophet, I yet trust shall come to pass.
  He shall not, henceforth, live an exile long
  From his own shores, no, not although in bands
  Of iron held, but will ere long contrive
  His own return; for in expedients, framed
  With wond'rous ingenuity, he abounds.
  But tell me true; art thou, in stature such,           260
  Son of himself Ulysses? for thy face
  And eyes bright-sparkling, strongly indicate
  Ulysses in thee. Frequent have we both
  Conversed together thus, thy Sire and I,
  Ere yet he went to Troy, the mark to which
  So many Princes of Achaia steer'd.
  Him since I saw not, nor Ulysses me.
   To whom Telemachus, discrete, replied.
  Stranger! I tell thee true; my mother's voice
  Affirms me his, but since no mortal knows            270
  His derivation, I affirm it not.
  Would I had been son of some happier Sire,
  Ordain'd in calm possession of his own
  To reach the verge of life. But now, report
  Proclaims me his, whom I of all mankind
  Unhappiest deem.--Thy question is resolved.
   Then answer thus Pallas blue-eyed return'd.
  From no ignoble race, in future days,
  The Gods shall prove thee sprung, whom so endow'd
  With ev'ry grace Penelope hath borne.              280
  But tell me true. What festival is this?
  This throng--whence are they? wherefore hast thou need
  Of such a multitude? Behold I here
  A banquet, or a nuptial? for these
  Meet not by contri bution[3] to regale,
  With such brutality and din they hold
  Their riotous banquet! a wise man and good
  Arriving, now, among them, at the sight
  Of such enormities would much be wroth.
   To whom replied Telemachus discrete.             290
  Since, stranger! thou hast ask'd, learn also this.
  While yet Ulysses, with his people dwelt,
  His presence warranted the hope that here
  Virtue should dwell and opulence; but heav'n
  Hath cast for us, at length, a diff'rent lot,
  And he is lost, as never man before.
  For I should less lament even his death,
  Had he among his friends at Ilium fall'n,
  Or in the arms of his companions died,
  Troy's siege accomplish'd. Then his tomb the Greeks       300
  Of ev'ry tribe had built, and for his son,
  He had immortal glory atchieved; but now,
  By harpies torn inglorious, beyond reach
  Of eye or ear he lies; and hath to me
  Grief only, and unceasing sighs bequeath'd.
  Nor mourn I for his sake alone; the Gods
  Have plann'd for me still many a woe beside;
  For all the rulers of the neighbour isles,
  Samos, Dulichium, and the forest-crown'd
  Zacynthus, others also, rulers here               310
  In craggy Ithaca, my mother seek
  In marriage, and my household stores consume.
  But neither she those nuptial rites abhorr'd,
  Refuses absolute, nor yet consents
  To end them; they my patrimony waste
  Meantime, and will not long spare even me.
   To whom, with deep commiseration pang'd,
  Pallas replied. Alas! great need hast thou
  Of thy long absent father to avenge
  These num'rous wrongs; for could he now appear         320
  There, at yon portal, arm'd with helmet, shield,
  And grasping his two spears, such as when first
  I saw him drinking joyous at our board,
  From Ilus son of Mermeris, who dwelt
  In distant Ephyre, just then return'd,
  (For thither also had Ulysses gone
  In his swift bark, seeking some pois'nous drug
  Wherewith to taint his brazen arrows keen,
  Which drug through fear of the eternal Gods
  Ilus refused him, and my father free               330
  Gave to him, for he loved him past belief)
  Could now, Ulysses, clad in arms as then,
  Mix with these suitors, short his date of life
  To each, and bitter should his nuptials prove.
  But these events, whether he shall return
  To take just vengeance under his own roof,
  Or whether not, lie all in the Gods lap.
  Meantime I counsel thee, thyself to think
  By what means likeliest thou shalt expel
  These from thy doors. Now mark me: close attend.         340
  To-morrow, summoning the Grecian Chiefs
  To council, speak to them, and call the Gods
  To witness that solemnity. Bid go
  The suitors hence, each to his own abode.
  Thy mother--if her purpose be resolved
  On marriage, let her to the house return
  Of her own potent father, who, himself,
  Shall furnish forth her matrimonial rites,
  And ample dow'r, such as it well becomes
  A darling daughter to receive, bestow.             350
  But hear me now; thyself I thus advise.
  The prime of all thy ships preparing, mann'd
  With twenty rowers, voyage hence to seek
  Intelligence of thy long-absent Sire.
  Some mortal may inform thee, or a word,[4]
  Perchance, by Jove directed (safest source
  Of notice to mankind) may reach thine ear.
  First voyaging to Pylus, there enquire
  Of noble Nestor; thence to Sparta tend,
  To question Menelaus amber-hair'd,               360
  Latest arrived of all the host of Greece.
  There should'st thou learn that still thy father lives,
  And hope of his return, although
  Distress'd, thou wilt be patient yet a year.
  But should'st thou there hear tidings that he breathes
  No longer, to thy native isle return'd,
  First heap his tomb; then with such pomp perform
  His funeral rites as his great name demands,
  And make thy mother's spousals, next, thy care.
  These duties satisfied, delib'rate last             370
  Whether thou shalt these troublers of thy house
  By stratagem, or by assault, destroy.
  For thou art now no child, nor longer may'st
  Sport like one. Hast thou not the proud report
  Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
  With all mankind, his father's murtherer
  AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
  Who slaughter'd Agamemnon? Oh my friend!
  (For with delight thy vig'rous growth I view,
  And just proportion) be thou also bold,             380
  And merit praise from ages yet to come.
  But I will to my vessel now repair,
  And to my mariners, whom, absent long,
  I may perchance have troubled. Weigh thou well
  My counsel; let not my advice be lost.
   To whom Telemachus discrete replied.
  Stranger! thy words bespeak thee much my friend,
  Who, as a father teaches his own son,
  Hast taught me, and I never will forget.
  But, though in haste thy voyage to pursue,           390
  Yet stay, that in the bath refreshing first
  Thy limbs now weary, thou may'st sprightlier seek
  Thy gallant bark, charged with some noble gift
  Of finish'd workmanship, which thou shalt keep
  As my memorial ever; such a boon
  As men confer on guests whom much they love.
   Then Pallas thus, Goddess caerulean-eyed.
  Retard me not, for go I must; the gift
  Which liberal thou desirest to bestow,
  Give me at my return, that I may bear              400
  The treasure home; and, in exchange, thyself
  Expect some gift equivalent from me.
   She spake, and as with eagle-wings upborne,
  Vanish'd incontinent, but him inspired
  With daring fortitude, and on his heart
  Dearer remembrance of his Sire impress'd
  Than ever. Conscious of the wond'rous change,
  Amazed he stood, and, in his secret thought
  Revolving all, believed his guest a God.
  The youthful Hero to the suitors then              410
  Repair'd; they silent, listen'd to the song
  Of the illustrious Bard: he the return
  Deplorable of the Achaian host
  From Ilium by comm and of Pallas, sang.
  Penelope, Icarius' daughter, mark'd
  Meantime the song celestial, where she sat
  In the superior palace; down she came,
  By all the num'rous steps of her abode;
  Not sole, for two fair handmaids follow'd her.
  She then, divinest of her sex, arrived             420
  In presence of that lawless throng, beneath
  The portal of her stately mansion stood,
  Between her maidens, with her lucid veil
  Her lovely features mantling. There, profuse
  She wept, and thus the sacred bard bespake.
   Phemius! for many a sorrow-soothing strain
  Thou know'st beside, such as exploits record
  Of Gods and men, the poet's frequent theme;
  Give them of those a song, and let themselves
  Their wine drink noiseless; but this mournful strain       430
  Break off, unfriendly to my bosom's peace,
  And which of all hearts nearest touches mine,
  With such regret my dearest Lord I mourn,
  Rememb'ring still an husb and praised from side
  To side, and in the very heart of Greece.
   Then answer thus Telemachus return'd.
  My mother! wherefore should it give thee pain
  If the delightful bard that theme pursue
  To which he feels his mind impell'd? the bard
  Blame not, but rather Jove, who, as he wills,          440
  Materials for poetic art supplies.
  No fault is his, if the disastrous fate
  He sing of the Achaians, for the song
  Wins ever from the hearers most applause
  That has been least in use. Of all who fought
  At Troy, Ulysses hath not lost, alone,
  His day of glad return; but many a Chief
  Hath perish'd also. Seek thou then again
  Thy own apartment, spindle ply and loom,
  And task thy maidens; management belongs             450
  To men of joys convivial, and of men
  Especially to me, chief ruler here.
   She heard astonish'd; and the prudent speech
  Reposing of her son deep in her heart,
  Again with her attendant maidens sought
  Her upper chamber. There arrived, she wept
  Her lost Ulysses, till Minerva bathed
  Her weary lids in dewy sleep profound.
  Then echoed through the palace dark-bedimm'd
  With evening shades the suitors boist'rous roar,         460
  For each the royal bed burn'd to partake,
  Whom thus Telemachus discrete address'd.
   All ye my mother's suitors, though addict
  To contumacious wrangling fierce, suspend
  Your clamour, for a course to me it seems
  More decent far, when such a bard as this,
  Godlike, for sweetness, sings, to hear his song.
  To-morrow meet we in full council all,
  That I may plainly warn you to depart
  From this our mansion. Seek ye where ye may           470
  Your feasts; consume your own; alternate feed
  Each at the other's cost; but if it seem
  Wisest in your account and best, to eat
  Voracious thus the patrimonial goods
  Of one man, rend'ring no account of all,[5]
  Bite to the roots; but know that I will cry
  Ceaseless to the eternal Gods, in hope
  That Jove, for retri bution of the wrong,
  Shall doom you, where ye have intruded, there
  To bleed, and of your blood ask no account.[5]         480
   He ended, and each gnaw'd his lip, aghast
  At his undaunted hardiness of speech.
   Then thus Antinoues spake, Eupithes' son.
  Telemachus! the Gods, methinks, themselves
  Teach thee sublimity, and to pronounce
  Thy matter fearless. Ah forbid it, Jove!
  That one so eloquent should with the weight
  Of kingly cares in Ithaca be charged,
  A realm, by claim hereditary, thine.
   Then prudent thus Telemachus replied.             490
  Although my speech Antinoues may, perchance,
  Provoke thee, know that I am not averse
  From kingly cares, if Jove appoint me such.
  Seems it to thee a bur then to be fear'd
  By men above all others? trust me, no,
  There is no ill in royalty; the man
  So station'd, waits not long ere he obtain
  Riches and honour. But I grant that Kings
  Of the Achaians may no few be found
  In sea-girt Ithaca both young and old,             500
  Of whom since great Ulysses is no more,
  Reign whoso may; but King, myself, I am
  In my own house, and over all my own
  Domestics, by Ulysses gained for me.
   To whom Eurymachus replied, the son
  Of Polybus. What Grecian Chief shall reign
  In sea-girt Ithaca, must be referr'd
  To the Gods' will, Telemachus! meantime
  Thou hast unquestionable right to keep
  Thy own, and to comm and in thy own house.            510
  May never that man on her shores arrive,
  While an inhabitant shall yet be left
  In Ithaca, who shall by violence wrest
  Thine from thee. But permit me, noble Sir!
  To ask thee of thy guest. Whence came the man?
  What country claims him? Where are to be found
  His kindred and his patrimonial fields?
  Brings he glad tidings of thy Sire's approach
  Homeward? or came he to receive a debt
  Due to himself? How swift he disappear'd!            520
  Nor opportunity to know him gave
  To those who wish'd it; for his face and air
  Him speak not of Plebeian birth obscure.
   Whom answered thus Telemachus discrete.
  Eurymachus! my father comes no more.
  I can no longer now tidings believe,
  If such arrive; nor he'd I more the song
  Of sooth-sayers whom my mother may consult.
  But this my guest hath known in other days
  My father, and he came from Taphos, son             530
  Of brave Anchialus, Mentes by name,
  And Chief of the sea-practis'd Taphian race.
   So spake Telemachus, but in his heart
  Knew well his guest a Goddess from the skies.
  Then they to dance and heart-enlivening song
  Turn'd joyous, waiting the approach of eve,
  And dusky evening found them joyous still.
  Then each, to his own house retiring, sought
  Needful repose. Meantime Telemachus
  To his own lofty chamber, built in view             540
  Of the wide hall, retired; but with a heart
  In various musings occupied intense.
  Sage Euryclea, bearing in each hand
  A torch, preceded him; her sire was Ops,
  Pisenor's son, and, in her early prime,
  At his own cost Laertes made her his,
  Paying with twenty beeves her purchase-price,
  Nor in less honour than his spotless wife
  He held her ever, but his consort's wrath
  Fearing, at no time call'd her to his bed.           550
  She bore the torches, and with truer heart
  Loved him than any of the female train,
  For she had nurs'd him in his infant years.
  He open'd his broad chamber-valves, and sat
  On his couch-side: then putting off his vest
  Of softest texture, placed it in the hands
  Of the attendant dame discrete, who first
  Folding it with exactest care, beside
  His bed suspended it, and, going forth,
  Drew by its silver ring the portal close,            560
  And fasten'd it with bolt and brace secure.
  There lay Telemachus, on finest wool
  Reposed, contemplating all night his course
  Prescribed by Pallas to the Pylian shore.


FOOTNOTES:

[1] We are told that Homer was under obligations to Mentes, who had
frequently given him a passage in his ship to different countries which
he wished to see, for which reason he has here immortalised him.

[2] Milton uses the word--Sewers and seneschals.

[3] +Eranos+, a convivial meeting, at which every man paid his
proportion, at least contri buted something; but it seems to have been a
meeting at which strict sobriety was observed, else Pallas would not have
inferred from the noise and riot of this, that it was not such a one.

[4] +Ossa+--a word spoken, with respect to the speaker, casually; but
with reference to the inquirer supposed to be sent for his information by
the especial appointment and providential favour of the Gods.

[5] There is in the Original an evident stress laid on the word
+Nepoinoi+ which is used in both places. It was a sort of Lex Talionis
which Telemachus hoped might be put in force against them; and that Jove
would demand no satisfaction for the lives of those who made him none for
the waste of his property.


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