"I had one only fount of quiet left, And _that_ they poisoned! My pure household gods Were shivered on my hearth, and o'er their shrine Sate grinning Ribaldry and sneering Scorn." _Marino Faliero_, act iii. sc. II, lines 361-364.] {25}[i] / litigation--\ _Save death or < > so he died_.--[MS.] \ banishment--/ {26}[40] [Compare Leigh Hunt on the illustrations to Andrew Tooke's _Pantheon_: "I see before me, as vividly now as ever, his Mars and Apollo ... and Venus very handsome, we thought, and not looking too modest in a 'light cymar.'"--_Autobiography_, 1860, p. 75.] [j] _Defending still their Iliads and Odysseys_.--[MS.] [41] See Longinus, Section 10, "Ἵνα μὴ ἕν τι περὶ αὐτὴν πάθος φαίνηται, παθῶν δὲ σύνοδος." [Greek: "I(/na mê\ e(/n ti peri\ au)tê\n pa/thos phai/nêtai, pathô~n de\ sy/nodos."] ["The effect desired is that not one passion only should be seen in her, but a concourse of passions" (_Longinis on the Sublime_, by W. Rhys Roberts, 1899, pp. 70, 71). The Ode alluded to is the famous Φαίνεταί μοι κῆνος ἴσος θεοῖσιν, κ.τ.λ. [Greek: Phai/netai/ moi kê~nos i)/sos theoi~sin, k.t.l.] "Him rival to the gods I place; Him loftier yet, if loftier be, Who, Lesbia, sits before thy face, Who listens and who looks on thee." W.E. Gladstone. "I do not think you are quite held out by the quotation. Longinus says the circumstantial assemblage of the passions makes the sublime; he does not talk of the sublime being soaring and ample."--[H.] "I do not care for this--it must stand."--[B.]--[_Marginal notes in Revise._]] [42] [_Bucol._, Ecl. ii. "Alexis."] {27}[k] / antique \ / elision \ Too much their < modest > bard by the < >--[MS.] \ downright / \ omission / [43] Fact! There is, or was, such an edition, with all the obnoxious epigrams of Martial placed by themselves at the end. [In the Delphin _Martial_ (Amsterdam, 1701) the _Epigrammata Obscaena_ are printed as an Appendix (pp. 2-56), "[Ne] quiequam desideraretur a morosis quibusdam hominibus."] {28}[44] See his _Confessions_, lib. i. cap. ix.; [lib. ii. cap. ii., _et passim_]. By the representation which Saint Augustine gives of himself in his youth, it is easy to see that he was what we should call a rake. He avoided the school as the plague; he loved nothing but gaming and public shows; he robbed his father of everything he could find; he invented a thousand lies to escape the rod, which they were obliged to make use of to punish his irregularities. {30}[45] [Byron's early letters are full of complaints of his mother's violent temper. See, for instance, letter to the Hon. Augusta Byron, April 23, 1805. In another letter to John M.B. Pigot, August 9, 1806, he speaks of her as "Mrs. Byron '_furiosa_'" (_Letters_, 1898, i. 60, 101).]