Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas MaccabaeusLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas Maccabaeus
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Maccabees -- Fiction
"What goblets shall we use?" asked one. "If the larger ones, I vote for
one part wine to three parts water, as Hesiod recommends."
"A frog's drink, as Pharecrates called it," replied the Ruler. "Half
and half it shall be, and he who shirks the large goblet shall drink
from the crater itself. Are we not all philosophers? And did not
Socrates drink from the wine cooler?"
"Agreed! Agreed!" echoed round the circle.
One ruddy-faced veteran knelt in mock adoration at the feet of the
Feast Master:
"I humbly crave that, since I was born in distant Phrygia, we to-night
follow the custom of the barbarians, and drink no water at all. Let us
be inspired with the unadulterated soul of the god."
"Bacchus pardon thy gluttony for the sake of thy piety," said the
Master.
"Law the second--Whereas wine should be drunk either hot or cold, and
whereas, these Jews who are still above Hades have stopped the way to
the mountains where lies the snow to chill it, therefore it is ordained
that all drinks shall be heated with both fire and spice."
"Agreed! Agreed!"
"Law the third--Every goblet shall be quaffed from brim to bottom
between two breaths."
"It is agreed!"
"Oh! my paunch!" cried one. "Do you think me a Deucalion to stand the
deluge?"
Servants poured the water and wine in equal quantities into the crater,
or great bowl, from which it was ladled into the large goblets,
holding half a quart each.
"A bumper first to Bacchus."
It was drunk with avidity. One started a song from the old poet
Anacreon:
"Thirsty earth drinks up the rain,
Trees from earth drink that again,
Ocean drinks the air, the sun
Drinks the sea, and him the moon.
Any reason canst thou think
I should thirst while all these drink?"
"Eros follows Bacchus," cried the Feast Master. "Now a cup to the
Syrian goddess Astarte, since we are in her land, or to Aphrodite,
Venus, or whatever name each one calls his lady-love."
"Aye, a cup to Bathsheba! if any one has found a Jewess to his taste,"
shouted Apollonius, lifting his goblet toward Dion.
Songs and comic speeches, extemporized pantomimes, riddles and stories,
as the wine happened to stir the peculiar talent or caprice of the
guest, interspersed the drinking.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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