The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 17Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 17
Dryden, John
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which was inhabited by some few Britons, (but those held sacred and
inviolable by all their countrymen,) immediately after his arrival, the
air grew black and troubled, strange apparitions were seen, the winds
raised a tempest, and fiery spouts, or whirlwinds, appeared dancing
towards the earth. When these prodigies were ceased, the islanders
informed him, that some one of the aërial beings, superior to our nature,
then ceased to live. For as a taper, while yet burning, affords a
pleasant harmless light, but is noisome and offensive when extinguished,
so those heroes shine benignly on us, and do us good, but at their death
turn all things topsyturvy; raise up tempests, and infect the air with
pestilential vapours.” By those holy and inviolable men, there is no
question but he means our Druids, who were nearest to the Pythagoreans of
any sect; and this opinion of the Genii might probably be one of theirs.
Yet it proves not that all demons were thus malicious; only those who
were to be condemned hereafter into human bodies, for their misdemeanours
in their aërial being.
But it is time to leave a subject so very fanciful, and so little
reasonable as this. I am apt to imagine the natural vapours arising
in the cave where the temple afterwards was built, might work upon
the spirits of those who entered the holy place, (as they did on the
shepherd Coretas, who first found it out by accident,) and incline them
to enthusiasm and prophetic madness: that, as the strength of those
vapours diminished, (which were generally in caverns, as that of Mopsus,
of Trophonius, and this of Delphos,) so the inspiration decreased by the
same measures; that they happened to be stronger when they killed the
Pythias, who being conscious of this, was so unwilling to enter; that the
oracles ceased to be given in verse, when poets ceased to be the priests;
and that the genius of Socrates (whom he confessed never to have seen,
but only to have heard inwardly, and unperceived by others) was no more
than the strength of his imagination; or, to speak in the language of a
Christian Platonist, his guardian angel.
I pretend not to an exactness of method in this Life, which I am forced
to collect by patches from several authors, and therefore without much
regard to the connection of times which are so uncertain.
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