§ 21. This is the conception first adopted by Turner, but combined with another which he found in Spenser; only note that there is some confusion in the minds of English poets between Eris (Discord) and Até (Error), who is a daughter of Discord, according to Hesiod. She is properly--mischievous error, tender-footed; for she does not walk on the earth, but on heads of men (Iliad, xix. 92); _i.e._ not on the solid ground, but on human vain thoughts; therefore, her hair is glittering (Iliad, xix. 126). I think she is mainly the confusion of mind coming of pride, as Eris comes of covetousness; therefore, Homer makes her a daughter of Jove. Spenser, under the name of Até, describes Eris. I have referred to his account of her in my notice of the Discord on the Ducal palace of Venice (remember the inscription there, _Discordia sum, discordans_). But the stanzas from which Turner derived his conception of her are these-- "Als, as she double spake, so heard she double, With matchlesse eares deformed and distort, Fild with false rumors and seditious trouble, Bred in assemblies of the vulgar sort, That still are led with every light report: And as her eares, so eke her feet were odde, And much unlike; th' one long, the other short, And both misplast; that, when th' one forward yode, The other backe retired and contrárie trode. "Likewise unequall were her handës twaine; That one did reach, the other pusht away; That one did make the other mard againe, And sought to bring all things unto decay; Whereby great riches, gathered manie a day, She in short space did often bring to nought, An their possessours often did dismay: For all her studie was, and all her thought How she might overthrow the thing that Concord wrought. "So much her malice did her might surpas, That even th' Almightie selfe she did maligne, Because to man so mercifull He was, And unto all His creatures so benigne, Sith she herself was of his grace indigne: For all this worlds faire workmanship she tride Unto his last confusion to bring, And that great golden chaine quite to divide, With which it blessed Concord hath together tide." All these circumstances of decrepitude and distortion Turner has followed, through hand and limb, with patient care: he has added one final touch of his own. The nymph who brings the apples to the goddess, offers her one in each hand; and Eris, of the divided mind, cannot choose.