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Prometheus And Pandora

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Those who are interested in watching the mental development of a child must have noted that when the baby has learned to speak even a little, it begins to show its growing intelligence by asking questions. “What is this?” it would seem at first to ask with regard to simple things that to it are […]

Apollo And Daphne

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Conqueror of all conquerable earth, yet not always victorious over the heart of a maid was the golden-locked Apollo. As mischievous Eros played one day with his bow and arrows, Apollo beheld him and spoke to him mockingly. “What hast thou to do with the weapons of war, saucy lad?” he said. “Leave them for […]

Phaeton

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“The road, to drive on which unskilled were Phaeton’s hands.” Dante–Purgatorio. To Apollo, the sun-god, and Clymene, a beautiful ocean-nymph, there was born in the pleasant land of Greece a child to whom was given the name of Phaeton, the Bright and Shining One. The rays of the sun seemed to live in the curls […]

Endymion

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To the modern popular mind perhaps none of the goddesses of Greece–not even Venus herself–has more appeal than has the huntress goddess, Diana. Those who know but little of ancient statuary can still brighten to intelligent recognition of the huntress with her quiver and her little stag when they meet with them in picture gallery […]

Pygmalion

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In days when the world was young and when the gods walked on the earth, there reigned over the island of Cyprus a sculptor-king, and king of sculptors, named Pygmalion. In the language of our own day, we should call him “wedded to his art.” In woman he only saw the bane of man. Women, […]

Idas And Marpessa

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By day, while the sun-god drove his chariot in the high heavens and turned the blue-green AEgean Sea into the semblance of a blazing shield of brass, Idas and Marpessa sat together in the trees’ soft shades, or walked in shadowy valleys where violets and wild parsley grew, and where Apollo rarely deigned to come. […]

Atalanta

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Atalanta, daughter of the king of Arcadia, returned sad at heart to her own land. Only as comrades, as those against whose skill in the chase she was wont to pit her own skill, had she looked upon men. But Meleager, the hero who loved her and her fair honour more than life itself, and […]

Hyacinthus

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… “The sad deathOf Hyacinthus, when the cruel breathOf Zephyr slew him–Zephyr penitentWho now, ere Phoebus mounts the firmament,Fondles the flower amid the sobbing rain.” Keats. “Whom the gods love die young”–truly it would seem so, as we read the old tales of men and of women beloved of the gods. To those men who […]

Perseus The Hero

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“We call such a man a hero in English to this day, andcall it a ‘heroic’ thing to suffer pain and grief, thatwe may do good to our fellow-men.” Charles Kingsley. In the pleasant land of Argos, now a place of unwholesome marshes, once upon a time there reigned a king called Acrisius, the father […]

Latona And The Rustics

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Through the tropic nights their sonorous, bell-like booming can be heard coming up from the marshes, and when they are unseen, the song of the bull-frogs would suggest creatures full of solemn dignity. The croak of their lesser brethren is less impressive, yet there is no escape from it on those evenings when the dragon-flies’ […]

“… Every sound is sweet;Myriads of rivers hurrying thro’ the lawn,The moan of doves in immemorial elms,And murmuring of innumerable bees.” Tennyson. In the fragrance of the blossom of the limes the bees are gleaning a luscious harvest. Their busy humming sounds like the surf on a reef heard from very far away, and would […]

Proserpine

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“Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,Thou from whose immortal bosom,Gods, and men, and beasts have birth,Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,Breathe thine influence most divineOn thine own child, Proserpine. If with mists of evening dewThou dost nourish those young flowersTill they grow, in scent and hue,Fairest children of the hours,Breathe thine influence most divineOn thine own […]

Ceyx And Halcyone

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“St. Martin’s summer, halcyon days.” King Henry VI, i. 2, 131. “Halcyon days”–how often is the expression made use of, how seldom do its users realise from whence they have borrowed it. “These were halcyon days,” says the old man, and his memory wanders back to a time when for him “All the world is […]

In the plays of Shakespeare we have three distinct divisions–three separate volumes. One deals with Tragedy, another with Comedy, a third with History; and a mistake made by the young in their aspect of life is that they do the same thing, and keep tragedy and comedy severely apart, relegating them to separate volumes that, […]

Syrinx

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“Is it because the wild-wood passion still lingers inour hearts, because still in our minds the voice ofSyrinx lingers in melancholy music, the music of regretand longing, that for most of us there is so potent aspell in running waters?” Fiona Macleod. As the evening shadows lengthen, and the night wind softly steals through the […]

Icarus

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Fourteen years only have passed since our twentieth century began. In those fourteen years how many a father’s and mother’s heart has bled for the death of gallant sons, greatly-promising, greatly-daring, who have sought to rule the skies? With wings not well enough tried, they have soared dauntlessly aloft, only to add more names to […]

The Cranes Of Ibycus

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“For murder, though it have no tongue, will speakWith most miraculous organ.” Shakespeare. Ibycus, the poet friend of Apollo, was a happy man as he journeyed on foot through the country where the wild flowers grew thick and the trees were laden with blossom towards the city of Corinth. His tuneful voice sang snatches of […]

Echo And Narcissus

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In the solitudes of the hills we find her, and yet we may come on her unawares in the din of a noisy city. She will answer us where the waves are lashing themselves against the rugged cliffs of our own British coast, or we may find her where the great yellow pillars of fallen […]

The Death Of Adonis

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“The fairest youth that ever maiden’s dream conceived.” Lewis Morris. The ideally beautiful woman, a subject throughout the centuries for all the greatest powers of sculptor’s and painter’s art, is Venus, or Aphrodite, goddess of beauty and of love. And he who shares with her an unending supremacy of perfection of form is not one […]

Lorelei

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“Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten,Dass ich so traurig bin;Ein Maerchen aus alten Zeiten,Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn. * * * * * Die schoenste Jungfrau sitzetDort oben wunderbar,Ihr gold’nes Geschmeide blitzet,Sie kaemmt ihr gold’nes Haar. Sie kaemmt es mit gold’nem Kamme,Und singt ein Lied dabei;Das hat eine wundersame,Gewaltige Melodei.” Heine. In […]

“Friday’s bairn is loving and giving,” says the old rhyme that sets forth the special qualities of the children born on each day of the week, and to the superstitious who regard Friday as a day of evil omen, it seems strange that Friday’s bairn should be so blessed. But they forget that before Christianity […]

Beowulf

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“He was of mankindIn might the strongest.” Longfellow’s Translation. Whether those who read it be scholars who would argue about the origin and date of the poem, ingenious theorists who would fain use all the fragmentary tales and rhymes of the nursery as parts of a vast jig-saw puzzle of nature myths, or merely simple […]

Roland The Paladin

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“Roland, the flower of chivalry,Expired at Roncevall.” Thomas Campbell. “Hero-worship endures for ever while manendures.” Carlyle. “Roland, the gode knight.” Turpin’s History of Charlemagne. The old chroniclers tell us that on that momentous morning when William the Conqueror led his army to victory at Hastings, a Norman knight named Taillefer (and a figure of iron […]

The Death Of Baldur

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“I heard a voice, that cried,‘Baldur the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!’And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward sailing cranes.” Longfellow. Among the gods of Greece we find gods and goddesses who do unworthy deeds, but none to act the permanent part of villain of the play. In the mythology of the Norsemen […]

Among the old castles and peel towers of the Border, there are few to which some tale or other of the supernatural does not attach itself. It may be a legend of buried treasure, watched over by a weeping figure, that wrings its hands; folk may tell of the apparition of an ancient dame, whose […]

Deirdre

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“Her beauty filled the old world of the Gael with asweet, wonderful, and abiding rumour. The name ofDeirdre has been as a harp to a thousand poets. In aland of heroes and brave and beautiful women, how shallone name survive? Yet to this day and for ever, men willremember Deirdre….” Fiona Macleod. So long ago, […]

The Children Of Lir

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“Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water;Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose;While murmuring mournfully, Lir’s lonely daughterTells to the night-star her tale of woes.” Moore. They are the tragedies, not the comedies of the old, old days that are handed down to us, and the literature of the Celts is rich […]

The Merse has given many a gallant man to the mother-country, oftentimes a fighter, now and again a martyr, but no fairer flower has ever blossomed in that stretch of land that has the North Sea for one of its boundaries, and looks across fertile plains to the long, blue line of Cheviots in the […]

Dicky Of Kingswood

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Your Border ruffian of the good old days was not often a humorist. Life to him was a serious business. When he was not reiving other people’s kye, other people were probably reiving his; and as a general rule one is driven to conclude that he was not unlike that famous Scotch terrier whose master […]

Storm And Tempest

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When we think of “the Border,” the picture that rises to mind is usually one of hill and dale, of peat-hag and heathery knoll, of brimming burns that tumble headlong to meet the embrace of rivers hurrying to their rest in the great ocean. One sees in imagination the solemn, round-shouldered hills standing out grim […]

“It is commonly reported that some party, in a considerable action before the Session, finding that Lord Durie could not be persuaded to think his plea good, fell upon a stratagem to prevent the influence and weight which his lordship might have to his prejudice, by causing some strong masked men to kidnap him, in […]

This is a tale they tell at the darkening, and you who are Rulewater folk probably know it well. But however well you may know it, you have to own that it is an eerie thing to listen to when the fire is dying down, and there are queer-shaped shadows playing on the walls, and […]

Close on two hundred years back from the present time there stood far up the South Tyne, beyond Haltwhistle, on the road–then little better than a bridle-track–running over the Cumberland border by Brampton, an inn which in those days was a house of no little importance in that wild and remote country. If its old […]

The old castle of Sewingshields is one of which there are many legends. If local tradition might be accepted as a guide, we should find that Arthur the King lived there once on a time. But surely another Arthur than him of whom Tennyson sang. One, “Not like that Arthur, who, with lance in rest,From […]

Kinmont Willie

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A venerable and highly respected Scottish professor of literature was once asked what was his ruling passion–his heart’s desire? If the secrets of his soul could be laid bare, what, above all, would be found to be his predominant wish? The question was an indiscreet one, but he was tolerant. He tightly compressed his gentle […]

Border Snowstorms

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“St. Agnes’ Eve–ah, bitter chill it was!The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass,And silent was the flock in woolly fold.” The great round-backed, solemn Border hills, in summer time kindly sleeping giants, smiling in their sleep, take on another guise when winter smites with pitiless blast, when […]

In a land where fairy tales die hard, it is sometimes no easy task to discriminate between what is solid historical fact, what is fact, moss-grown and flower-covered, like an old, old tomb, and what is mere fantasy, the innocent fancy of a nation in its childhood, turned at last into stone–a lasting stalactite–from the […]

A Borderer In America

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It would be matter for wonder if, in the histories of old Border families, record of strange personal experiences did not at times crop up. Sons of the Border have wandered far, and have sojourned in many lands, and borne their part in many an untoward event. But it is not likely that any can […]

When we look back on the past history of the Border, we might almost think that St. Andrew and St. George, who are supposed to keep watch and ward over North and South Britain, had overlooked that hilly stretch of country that lies between the Solway and the Tyne, leaving the heathen god Mars to […]

Dandy Jim The Packman

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It was the back end of the year. The crops were all in, and but little was left of the harvest moon that had seen the Kirn safely won on the farms up “Ousenam” Water. A disjaskit creature she looked as the wind drove a scud of dark cloud across her pale face, or when […]

A Legend Of Norham

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In the days, now happily remote, when folks, provided as for a picnic, laboriously travelled great distances in order to be present at the execution of some unhappy wretch; in the days when harmless old women, whose chief fault may probably have been that they were poor and friendless, and perhaps by age and privation […]

Since a time long prior to the Raid of the Redeswire–when on Caterfell the rallying cry, “Jethart’s here,” fell like sweetest music on the ears of a sore-pressed little band of armed Scots, fighting for their lives, and giving back sullenly before superior English strength–the worst enemies of Jedburgh have never been able to taunt […]

Auld Ringan Oliver

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Amongst the flying, broken rabble that represented all that was left of the Covenanting army after the disastrous business of Bothwell Bridge, a dismounted Borderer, with one or two other stout hearts by no means disposed even now to give up the day, continued still to strike fiercely at Claverhouse’s pursuing troopers. But their efforts […]

A Border Middy

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One blustering February evening towards the close of the eighteenth century there sat in a back room in a little inn at Portsmouth three midshipmen, forlorn-looking and depressed to a degree quite at variance with the commonly accepted idea of the normal mental condition of midshipmen. It was a room, not in the famous “Blue […]

“The cattle thereof shall ye take for a prey unto yourselves.” (Josh. viii. 2.) “The men are shepherds, for their trade hath been to feed cattle.” (Gen. xlvi. 32.) In days even earlier than those of the early Israelites, to a certain class of persons the flocks and herds of a neighbour have been an […]

At Berwick-on-Tweed a man had died. In life he was a man of much weight, one of the wealthiest of the freemen. He did his good deeds with pomp. The devoutness of his religion was visible for every man to see, and his look of sanctity as he went to pray was surely an example […]

As the evening closed in, the heavy south-westerly gale that had raged throughout the long-drawn summer’s day gradually dropped, and blew now only in fitful gusts. Instead of the sullen, unending roar of artillery, which till past mid-day had stunned the ear, there was now to be heard only the muttering of distant thunder; the […]

It can scarcely be said that the Border, either north or south of Tweed, has ever as a field of operations been favoured by highwaymen. Fat purses were few in those parts, and if he attempted to rob a farmer homeward bound from fair or tryst–one who, perhaps, like Dandie Dinmont on such an occasion, […]

Six centuries before Edward the Peacemaker reigned over Britain, the people of Scotland knew the blessing of having for a King one who was known as “The King of Peace.” Alexander the Third was a child of eight when he inherited the Scottish crown, and was only two years older when he married the Princess […]

From about the close of the seventeenth until well on in the nineteenth century, smuggling was carried on to a large extent in the Border counties of England and Scotland, not only as regards the evasion of customs duties on imported articles, but as well in the form of illicit distillation. In the good old […]

What is it that causes a salmon to be so irresistible a temptation to the average Borderer? He knows that it is illegal to take “a fish” from the water at certain seasons, and at other times except under certain circumstances. Yet at any season and under any circumstances the sight of a fish in […]

A Man Hunt In 1813

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It was a clear, crisp, sunny day, early in March 1813, that the laird of Wauchope was riding into Hawick. A little snow still lay on the crest of Cheviot and on some of the foot-hills, and a smirr of hoar-frost silvered the turf by the roadside; but the sun was bright–strong to overcome frost […]

Lady Stair’s Daughter

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The story of the Bride of Lammermoor is one that all the world knows, but how many are there who realise that the tragedy which Sir Walter Scott’s genius has given to the world is in truth one of the annals of a noble Scottish family? Possibly among all the “old, unhappy, far-off things” there […]