WHETHER VIRTUE ALONE BE SUFFICIENT. 205serve his painting as well as his poetry. What country, what coast, what part of Greece, what military attacks, what dispositions of battle, what array, what ship, what motions of men and animals, can be mentioned which he has not described in such a manner as to enable us to see what he could not see himself? What, then ! can we im agine that Homer, or any other learned man, has ever been in want of pleasure and entertainment for his mind? Were it not so, would Anaxagoras, or this very Democri- tus, have left their estates and patrimonies, and given them selves up to the pursuit of acquiring this divine pleasure ? It is thus that the poets who have represented Tiresias the Augur as a wise man and blind never exhibit him as be wailing his blindness. And Homer, too, after he had de scribed Polyphemus as a monster and a wild man, repre sents him talking with his ram, and speaking of his good fortune, inasmuch as he could go wherever he pleased and touch what he would. And so far he was right, for that Cyclops was a being of not much more understanding than his ram. XL. Now, as to the evil of being deaf. M. Crassus was a little thick of hearing; but it was more uneasiness to him that he heard himself ill spoken of, though, in my opinion, he did not deserve it. Our Epicureans cannot understand Greek, nor the Greeks Latin : now, they are deaf reciprocally as to each other's language, and we are all truly deaf with regard to those innumerable languages which we do not understand. They do not hear the voice of the harper; but, then, they do not hear the grating of a saw when it is setting, or the grunting of a hog when his it/Odd' aveipriTai feu/or raXairetpiot fuiv til Kovpat, vis i' vnfjitv avtip r&t<nos aoi6S>v evBaSe TrwXelVai nal Ttui TfpirfffOf fidi<na ; vtielt 6' eu fj.da 7ra<rai vnoKpivaaOe u<p' nn<*n>, Tv(pf uvijp, oiKtt ie Xtu> vi iraiiraottrari, TOV iruaai /iCToTria^ev apicrTeuovffiv aoi&ai. Virgins, farewell and oh ! remember me Hereafter, when some stranger from the sea, A hapless wanderer, may vour isle explore, And ask yon, 'Maids, of all the bards yon boast, Who sings the sweetest, and delights yon most?' Oh ! answer all, 'A blind old man, and poor, Sweetest he sings, and dwells on Chios' rocky shore.' "

Coleridge's Introduction to the Stiidy of the Greek Classic Poets.