Illustrated history of ancient literature, oriental and classicalQuackenbos, John D. (John Duncan)
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Illustrated history of ancient literature, oriental and classical
Quackenbos, John D. (John Duncan)
Classical literature -- History and criticism; Oriental literature -- History and criticism
This epoch was regarded by later native writers as the classical age of
their literature. It is represented by large numbers of inscriptions,
and some remarkable papyri. Among the latter are the so-called Prisse
papyrus,[15] a collection of ill understood moral maxims attributed
to Prince Ptahhôtep; and the memoirs of Prince Saneha, a noble of the
time, who was forced to fly from Egypt, and for many years lived among
the Bedouins of Asia. Other works of the period are “The Instructions
of Amenemhât I. to his son Usertesen I.,” the oldest version of the
famous “Minstrel’s Song” (sometimes called the “Festal Dirge”), and
several fairy stories, notably the “Tale of Snake Island.” The style
of the literature is obscure. Much of it was unintelligible even to
scholars of the succeeding periods.
Under the Hyksos, phenomenal encouragement appears to have been given
to the study of science. A mathematical hand-book of considerable
merit reflects the tendencies of the time, as does more markedly
the interesting “Papyrus Ebers,”[16] the oldest medical work in the
world—both dating from the 17th century B.C.
Selections from two prose works, and a poem entire, follow, in
illustration of the style of the Classical Age:
FROM THE MEMOIRS OF PRINCE SANEHA.
This noble, who held a high command in the army, having been
implicated in a conspiracy against King Amenemhât I., was compelled
to fly the country, and lived for many years in Syria, among the
Bedouins. The Memoirs contain interesting details of his Arab
life. He tells us that on reaching the eastern boundary of Egypt,
he encountered a line of forts stretching across the isthmus as a
protection against the Bedouins. “Then I hid in the bushes for fear
the sentinels on the wall would see me. In the night I went on, and
reached the land of Peten by daybreak. As I approached Lake Qemwer,
thirst came upon me, and my throat was parched; so I said,‘this is a
foretaste of death.’ Suddenly my heart took new courage, and I arose—I
had heard the lowing of a herd. I saw a Bedouin. He gave me water, and
cooked milk for me.”
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