The words glow, so to speak, with moral earnestness, but through them we feel the doubt whether, after all, uprightness and a good conscience were really the object of a divine care. Heaven had flown further off from earth than in the days of the Iliad. The laws of the universe, as time had revealed them, the current of human affairs, the very might of the colossal Empire in which the world of civilization found itself prisoned, all seemed to be dwarfing man. Man remained, the sad stern manhood of the Stoic, the spirit that breathes through the character of Æneas, enduring, baffled, yet full of a faith that the very storms that drove him from sea to sea were working out some mysterious and divine order. Man was greater than his fate:-- "Quo fata trahunt retrahuntque sequamur, Quicquid erit, superanda omnis fortuna ferendo est." There is the same sad Cato-like stoicism in the words with which Æneas addresses himself to his final combat:-- "Disce, puer, virtutem ex me verumque laborem, Fortunam ex aliis." But the "dîs aliter visum" meets us at every step. Ripheus is the most just and upright among the warriors of Troy, but he is the first to fall. An inscrutable mystery hangs around the order of the world. Men of harder, colder temper shrug their shoulders, and like Augustus repeat their "vanitas vanitatum" with a smile of contempt at the fools who take life in earnest. Nobler and more sensitive souls like that of Vergil carry about with them "the pity of it." It is this melancholy that flings its sad grace over the verse of the Æneid. We close it as we close the Idylls with the King's mournful cry in our ears. But the Roman stoicism is of harder and manlier stuff than the chivalrous spiritualism of Arthur. The ideal of the old world is of nobler, sterner tone than the ideal of the new. Even with death and ruin around him, and the mystery of the world darkening his soul, man remains man and master of his fate. The suffering and woe of the individual find amends in the greatness and welfare of the race. We pity, the wandering of Æneas, but his wanderings found the city. The dream of Arthur vanishes as the dark boat dies into a dot upon the mere; the dream of Æneas becomes Rome. FOOTNOTES: [2] "Dextræ se parvus Iulus Implicuit, sequiturque patrem non passibus æquis." "His steps scarce matching with my stride." Mr. Conington's translation hardly renders the fond little touch of the Vergilian phrase, a phrase only possible to a lover of children. [3] "Me puer Ascanius, capitisque injuria cari, Quem regno Hesperiæ fraudo et fatalibus arvis." [4] "Quibus Hector ab oris Expectate venis?" [5] "Cur dextræ jungere dextram Non datur, ac veras audire et reddere voces?" [6] "O sola infandos Trojæ miserata labores." [7] "Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco." [8] "Fervet opus, redolentque thymo fragrantia mella." [9] "Agnosco veteris vestigia ammæ."