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What more Iowe, let gratitude attest.
* It is related by a late oriental traveller that when the wholesale spoliator visited Athens, he caused his own name, with that of his wife, to be inscribed or a pillar of one of the principal temples: this inscription was executed in a very conspicuous manner, and deeply engraved in the marble, at a very considerable elevation. Notwithstanding which precautions, some person (doubtless inspired by the patron.goddess) has been at the pains to get himself raised up to the requisite height, and has obliterated the name of the laird, but left that of the lady untouched. The traveller in question accompanied this story by a remark, that it must have cost some labour and contrivance to get at the place, and could only have been effected by much zeal and determination.
+ The portrait of sir Wm. D'Avenant illustrates this ling.
She ceased awhile, and thus I dared reply, To soothe the vengeance kindling in her eye :“Daughter of Jove! in Britain's injured name, A true-born Briton may the deed disclaim. Frown not on England-England owns him not: Athena ? no—the plunderer was a Scott Ask'st thou the difference? from fair Phile's towers Survey Bæotia :-Caledonia's ours
And well I know within that murky land Hath Wisdom's goddess never held command; A barren soil where nature's germs confin'd To stern sterility can stint the mind; Where thistle well betrays the niggard earth, Emblem of all to whom the land gives birth ; Each genial influence nurtured to resist A land of liars, mountebanks and mist, Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain, Till burst at length, each watry head o'erflows, Foul as their soil and frigid as their snows; Ten thousand schemes of petulance and pride Despatch her reckoning children far and wide : Some east, some west, some-every where but north In quest of lawless gain, they issue forth
+ The plaster wall on the west side of the temple of Minerva-polias bears the following inscription, cut in very deep characters :
" Quod non fecerunt Goli,
Hobhouse's Travels in Greece, &c. p. 345.
And thus accursed be the day and year
“ Mortal! (the blue-eyed maid resumed once more) Bear back my mandate to thy native shore; To turn my counsels far from lands like thine, Though fallen, alas ! this vengeance yet is mine: Hear, then, in silence, Pallas' stern behest, Hear and believe, for time will tell the rest: First on the head of him who did the deed My curse shall light, on him and all his seed; Without one spark of intellectual fire, Be all his sons as senseless as their sire: If one with wit the parent breed disgrace, Believe him bastard of a better race: Still with his hireling artists let him prate, And Folly's praise repay for Wisdom's hate*.
*"Nor will this conduct (the sacrilegious plunder of ancient edi. fices) appear wonderful in men, either by birth, or by habits and grovelling passions, barbarians, (i. e. Goths) when in our own times, and almost before our own eyes, persons of 'rank and education have not hesitated to disfigure the most ancient and the most venerable modu
Long of their patron's gusto let them tell,
ments of Grecian architecture ; to tear the works of Phidias and Praxí. teles from their original position, and demolish fabrics, which time, war, and barbarism, had respected during twenty centuries. The French, whose rapacity the voice of Europe has so loudly and so justly censured, did not incur the guilt of dismantling ancient edifices : they spared the walls, and contented themselves with statues and paintings, and even these they have collected and arranged in halls and galleries, for the inspection of travellers of all nations; wbile, if report does not deceive us, our plunderers have ransacked the temples of Greece to sell their booty to the highest bidder, or, at best, to piece the walls of some obscure old mansion with fragments of Parian marble and of attic sculpture." (Eustace's Classical Tour through Italy, p. 158.) ---- · But alas! all the monuments of Roman magnificence, all the remains of Grecian taste, so dear to the artist, the bistorian, the antiquary; all depend on the will of an arbitrary sovereign, and that will is influenced too often by interest or vanity, by a nephew, or a sycophant. Js a new palace to be erected (at Rome) for an upstart family? the Coliseum is stripped to furnish materials. Does a foreign minister wish to adorn the bleak walle of a northern castle with an. tiques ? the temples of Theseus or Minerva must be dismantled, and the works of Phidias or Praxiteles be torn from the shattered freize -That a decrepid uncle, wrapt up in the religious duties of bis age and station should listen to the suggestions of an interested nephew, is natural ; and that an oriental despot should undervalue the master-pieces of Grecian art, is to be expected; though in both cases the consequences of such weakness are much to be lamented: but that the minister of a nation, famed for its knowledge of the language, and its veneration for the monuments of ancient Greece, should have been the prompter and the instrument of these destructions, is almost incredible. Such rapacity is a crime against all ages and all generations: it deprives the past, of the trophies of their genius and the title deeds of their fame; the present of the strongest inducements to exertion, the noblest exhibitions that curiosity can contemplate ; the future, of the master pieces of art, the models of imitation. To guard against the repetition of such depredations is the wish of every man of genius, the duty of every man in power, and the common interest of every civilized nation.” (Ibid. p. 269. ) * * * “ This attempt to transplant the temple of Vesta from Italy to England may, perhaps, do bonour to the late lord Bristol's patriotism, or to his magnificence; but it cannot be considered as an indication of either taste or judgment." (Ibid. p. 419.)
With palsied hand shall turn each model o'er,
men” Draws slight comparisons of these with those, And envies Lais all her Attic beaux. When shall a modern maid have swains like these ? Ah! would Sir Harry were yon Hercules ! And last of all, amid the gaping crew, Some calm spectator, as he takes his view; In silent admiration, mix'd with grief, Admires the plunder, but abhors the thief.
* Mr West on seeing the “Elgin collection" (I suppose we shall bear of the Aber-show and “ Jack Shephard's collection) declared bimself a mere " Tyro in art."
† Poor Crib was sadly puzzled when exhibited at E. House. He asked if it was not a “ stone shop." He was right---it is a shop.
Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l'admire :---(Boileau, La Rochefoucault, &c.