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Like a Barbarie Queen

On the Euphrates shore,

In purple and fine linen was she pall'd,
Nor flower nor laurel green,

Her tresses for their garland wore
The splendor of the Indian emerald.

But through the rigid pride and pomp unbending

Of beauty and of haughtiness,
Sparkled a flattery sweet and condescending;
And from her inmost bosom sent,
Came accents of most wonderous gentleness,
Officious and intent

To thrall my soul in soft imprisonment.
And, "
place (she said) thy hand within
my hair,

And all around thou❜lt see
Delightful chances fair

On golden feet come dancing unto thee.
Me Jove's daughter shalt thou own
That with my sister fate

Sits by his side in state

On the eternal throne.

Great Neptune to my will the ocean gives,
In vain in well appointed strength secure,
The Indian and the Britain strives
The assaulting billows to endure;
Unless their flying sails I guide
Where over the smooth tide
On my sweet spirit's wings I ride.

I banish to their bound

The storms of dismal sound,

And o'er them take my stand with foot se

rene;

The Eolian caverns under

The wings of the rude winds I chain,
And with my hand I burst asunder
The fiery chariot wheels of the hurricane:
And in its fount the horrid restless fire
I quench ere it aspire

To Heaven to colour the red Comet's train. This is the hand that forg'd on Ganges' shore

The Indians empire; by Orontes set
The royal tiar the Assyrian wore;
Hung jewels on the brow of Babylon,
By Tigris wreath'd the Persian's coronet,
And at the Macedonian's foot bow'd every
throne.

It was my lavish gift,

The triumph and the song

Around the youth of Pella loud uplift,
When he through Asia swept along,
A torrent swift and strong,
With me, with me the Conqueror ran
To where the Sun his golden course began;
And the high Monarch left on earth
A faith unquestion'd of his heavenly birth;
By valour mingled with the Gods above,
And made a glory of himself to his great
Father Jove.

My royal spirits oft

Their solemn mystic round

On Rome's great birth-day wound :

And I the haughty Eagles sprung aloft
Unto the Star of Mars upborne,
Till, poising on their plumy sails,
They 'gan their native vales
And Sabine palms to scorn:

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From them thy haughty verse presages
An everlasting sway o'er distant ages
And with their glorious rages
Thy mind intoxicate

Deems 'tis in triumphal motion
On courser fleet or winged bark
Over earth and over ocean;
While in shepherd hamlet dark
Thou liv'st, with want within, and raiment
coarse without;

And none upon thy state hath thrown
Gentle regard; I, I alone

To new and lofty venture call thee out;
Then follow, thus besought,
Waste not thy soul in thought;
Brooks nor sloth nor lingering
The great moment on the wing.
"A blissful lady and immortal, born
From the eternal mind of Deity,
(I answer'd, bold and free),
My soul hath in her queenly care:
She mine imagination doth upbear,
And steeps it in the light of her rich morn,
That overshades and sicklies all thy shining,
And though my lowly hair
Presume not to bright crowns of thy en-
twining,

Yet in my mind I bear
Gifts nobler and more rare

Than the kingdoms thou canst lavish,
Gifts thou canst nor give nor ravish :

And though my spirit may not comprehend
Thy chances bright and fair,

Yet neither doth her sight offend

The aspect pale of miserable care:

Horror to her is not

Of this coarse raiment, and this humble cot;

She with the golden muses doth abide,

And oh! the darling children of thy pride
Shall then be truly glorified,

When they may merit to be wrapt around
With my Poesy's eternal sound."

She kindled at my words and flam'd, as when
A cruel star hath wide dispread
Its locks of bloody red,

She burst in wrathful menace then :
"Me fears the Dacian, me the band
Of wandering Scythians fears,

Me the rough mothers of Barbarie kings;
In woe and dread amid the rings
Of their encircling spears

The purple tyrants stand;
And a shepherd here forlorn

Treats my proffer'd boons with scorn,
And fears he not my wrath?

And knows he not my works of seathe;
Nor how with angry foot I went,
Of every province in the Orient

Branding the bosom with deep tracks of death;
From three Empresses I rent
The tresses and imperial wreath,

And bar'd them to the pitiless element.
Well I remember when his armed grasp
From Afric stretch'd, rash Xerxes took his
stand

Upon the formidable bridge to clasp
And manacle sad Europe's trembling hand:
In the great day of battle there was I,
Busy with myriads of the Persian slaughter.
The Salaminian sea's fair face to dye,
That yet admires its dark and bloody water;
Full vengeance wreak'd I for the affront
Done Neptune at the fetter'd Hellespont.
To the Nile then did I go,
The fatal collar wound,
The fair neck of the Egyptian Queen around;
And I the merciless poison made to flow
Into her breast of snow.

Ere that within the mined cave,
I forc'd dark Afric's valour stoop
Confounded, and its dauntless spirit droop,
When to the Carthaginian brave,
With mine own hand, the hemlock draught

I gave.
And Rome through me the ravenous flame
In the heart of her great rival, Carthage, cast,
That went through Lybia wandering, a
scorn'd shade,

Till, sunk to equal shame,
Her mighty enemy at last
A shape of mockery was made;
Then miserably pleas'd,

Her fierce and ancient vengeance she appeas'd,
And even drew a sigh
Over the ruins vast

Of the deep-hated Latin majesty.

I will not call to mind the horrid sword
Upon the Memphian shore,

Steep'd treasonously in great Pompey's gore;
Nor that for rigid Cato's death abhorr'd;
Nor that which in the hand of Brutus wore,
The first deep colouring of a Cæsar's blood.
Nor will I honour thee with my high mood
Of wrath, that kingdoms doth exterminate;
Incapable art thou of my great hate,
As my great glories. Therefore shall be
thine

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BEAUMARCHAIS, that witty merchant, that incomparable painter of manners, whose memory is kept fresh among Tarare, found a little silk cloak one our fair readers by the Figaro and the night, in the Pantheon at Vauxhall, and had the skill to extract from it alone the age, the height, the complexion, nay, more wonderful still, the inclinations and propensities of its beautiful owner-her true and her false nature-her life and her love. It must be allowed, that Beaumarchais deserves more credit for this than the which enabled them, from the colossal English themselves do for the science hand they picked up in Egypt, to ascertain, that the statue to which it had belonged must have been precisely one hundred and twenty feet tall. Would that we could light upon some fragment of the head-dress, some knot or pin that had belonged to our Sathat kind would, I am sure, enable bina! A single fortunate discovery of my fair and intelligent readers to understand, without the smallest difficulty, every part of the dressing-scene which follows. How active and alert would be their fancy, could they but lic of Sabina's toilette! I wish we had have before their eyes some actual rewhich there are said to be so many in at least one of those dressing-pins of the Museum Gabinum, that mine of rarities dug from the ruins of Gabii, by the insatiable Prince Borghese, and

his friend Gavin Hamilton! Who
knows but some of these, picked out
of urns and cemeteries, might have
once been the property of our Domina
herself? But, alas! the ideas of the
Italian collectors have been sadly
changed, by means of French requisi-
tions on the one hand, and English
guineas on the other; and I fear we
could expect very little, even from
more generous people than Prince
Borghese.*
As it is, my friends must
be contented with the best that a
poor, though an indefatigable, Cicerone
can afford them.

The smoothened, polished, painted
Sabina, with her new-born teeth and
eyebrows, now summons her circle of
hair-dressing girls, who to-day must
exert, to the utmost, every art of a-
dorning that lies within their pro-
vince. To-day is the 15th of July-
to-day is the solemn mustering of the
Roman knights; and every Roman
lady that pretends to any admiration,
either of horses or horsemen, has se-
cured a place in the balcony of some
of her friends that live in the holy
street (via sacra) where the procession
is to pass.
The young Saturninus,
long the faithful dangler of Sabina,
her beau at every promenade and every
assembly, is to ride in the front of
this festal parade of Castor and Pollux
(the tutelaries of the day), and is no
loubt to "witch, with noble horse
manship," the eyes and hearts of all
the window-gazers around him. What
a spur does all this give to the toilette-
slaves of Sabina! How fervently does
the Domina wish that she may look
so beautiful in her balcony, as to dis-
grace the choice of her lover neither
in his own eyes nor in those of her
rivals.

Gold-yellow hair, with a tendency to the fire-red, has been, ever since the conquests in Gaul and Germany (where hair of that sort was then universal), the rage among the Roman

This prince, with all his love for collecting, was so mean, that when his wife has gone with him to a party, he has been known to sell the antique rings and cameos off her person.

+ All the authorities, for this fact, may be seen most diligently collected, for the honour of his country, by the Dutch philologist Joannes Arnzen, in his learned treatise de Capillorum Coloribus et Tinctura. The red or yellow-staining pomatum is, by the way, called in Martial (viii. 33.) Spuma Ba

ladies-the 'sine quâ non of beauty. She who has not received such hair from nature, must thank art for the boon; and so is it with our Sabina. In vain has she as yet tried every outlandish pomade, and caustic-soap, for the colouring of her locks.* Their dark brown has indeed become lighter in its die, but they still want the high golden lustre, the exquisite reddish. Already had she almost made up her mind to take the bold step recommended by some, but strenuously condemned by others of her advisers, of cutting off, unmercilessly, her stubborn locks, and buying, in their stead, a beautiful blonde periwig, from an old woman by the Temple of Hercules, who had just received a supply of the genuine Sicambrian yellow from the banks of the Rhine. But, in these days, a peruque was considered as the dernier resort, a thing never to be used unless every possible means of avoiding it failed; because one who wore a periwig could not hope to conceal her trick from the company she met with in the Public Baths. How much does Horace laugh over the ill luck of the witch, Sagana, who in her

tava. Luveau, in his histoire de France
avant Clovis, gives, as the causes of the
change which has taken place in the colour
of French hair, the use of mustard and the
mixture of Italian blood. He might per-
and other changes in the mode of living.
haps have added, the increased use of wine,

fashion!
*How strange are the variations of
At present, every lady in France
or England, who has any tinge of the red
in her hair, is sure to employ means for al-
tering it. Exactly the reverse was the case
with the ancient Roman ladies. The caus-
tic soap (the spuma caustica of Martial (xiv.
described by Pliny, xxviii. 12. Compare
26), the mode of preparing which is justly
Wesseling on Diodorus, t. 1. p. 35Î)—
which was sent for from France for the pur-
pose of reddening the hair, when it was ap-
plied to any other part of the body, pro-
ducing a most unhealthy and bloating ef-
fect. Read the history of a certain heroic
Roman in Plutarch (t. ii. p. 771, ed frank.),
and compare it with some passages in Beck-
man's History of Inventions, vol. iv. S. 5.
The burning effect of the application is
mentioned in a fragment of Cato's origines,
preserved by Servius" Mulieres nostras
cinere capillum ungitabant ut rutilus esset
erinis." Isaac Vossius (in Catullum, p. 142)
deduces, from the use of this soap, the name
Cinerarius, which occurs as applied to one
of the attendants of the Roman lady's toilette:

panic parted with her wig! Sabina, therefore, would fain avoid having recourse to this anchor of necessity. Luckily Nape, the eldest and most confidential of her hair attendants, has received the recipé for a totally new gold-salve, from a Gallic perfumer who has his booth.near the Circus Maximus. The hair must be carefully washed over and over with this new water of deceit, and then suffered to dry and crisp in the sun. Sabina, in order that she may have perfect leisure to try the effect of this new remedy, has passed some days in the country, at a celebrated bath.-Yesterday morning she had her hair completely saturated for the last time with a dry golden powder and this far-famed salve, curled with a hot-iron, and then packed up into a sort of cap, which is again covered with a species of bladder. In this attire has she been into

Sermon. I. 8. 48, altum Sagana Caliendrum, &c.

But we must not forget that there is a great difference between the different periods of Roman fashion, and perhaps, in the text, this is a little overlooked. It is true, that the earlier Roman poets do speak about crines empta, bought hair, &c. but it is always with disgust and in derision. When Messalina, for example, wishes to assume the appearance of a Mulier perdita, she covers her black hair with a yellow wig (nigrum flavo crinem abscondente galero). The careful historiographer of peruques, Nicolai (uber d. gebrauch der falschen haare und perucken in alten und neuen zeiten mit 66 kupfern Berlin 1801), has distinguished, with great accuracy, between the early period when periwigs were worn only from the last necessity, or by courtezans, and the later, in which the use of false hair was as universal at Rome as it has ever been in Paris. The bald marble busts at Potsdam, from which one can remove the marble periwigs, are a sufficient proof of the universality of the mode at one time. But indeed, with regard to these, Visconti has made a very delicate observation, viz. that the statues might have been made bald by the order of their vain originals, simply that they might be, from time to time, altered so as not to disgrace their fashion, or, perhaps, betray their age. See Museum Pio-Clementinum, t. ii. t. 51. p. 91.

The name of a hairdressing girl in Ovid.

Bartolinus asserts, that the modern Italian ladies make use of the sun's rays for colouring their hair.-See Reinesius Inscript. class. ii. 89.

The iron with which the hair was curled was called naλaps, or calamistrum.

the city-in this has she spent the whole night; and now is come the important moment, when the bandages are to be removed by Nape, and the efficacy or inefficacy of the spell to be ascertained. "Oh! how red!" "Aurora herself is not more golden haired!" Such are the unanimous exclamations of the attendants, and Sabina, between her own wishes and their assurances, is persuaded, when she looks into her mirror, that her hair is red! She smiles with joyful satisfaction, and seats herself loftily in the Cathedra, where four attendants are to finish the last and most costly part of her coiffure, while Kalamis applies the iron which she has made hot in a little silver basin of charcoal, and crisps the hair in the front into small curls and ringlets (meches et crochets.) Psecas, with a dexterity which only long practice could produce, tinctures the long floating locks that are to be bound upon the summit with costly nard-oil and oriental essences, in order that for the whole day they may exhale the breath of Ambrosia. What the comical Lucian says is the passage already quoted by us, that "they lavish the whole substance of their husbands upon the hair, so that all Arabia seems to breathe from the locks of one of them," is now proved to be no exaggeration. The Greek historians inform us, that the Queen of Persia had the revenues of great cities and provinces set apart for their salve-money; and perhaps our Sabina is scarcely less extravagant in her ideas. It is true, that she is ignorant of many sweet smelling powders and extracts afterwards known by the names of Pompadour, Kingston, Portland, &c. but what are all these when compared with the apparatus of salve-flasks and Narthekia, possessed by a Roman lady of the first rank?

The slaves who applied it were called by the very singular name of Ciniflones. The cap for covering the hair was called properly Calantica. The use of the bladder is mentioned by Martial (viii. 33).

Fortiter intortos servat vesica capillos, The hair was sometimes put into a net-cap or redesilla; the proper Greek name for this was xsxguλ05, which is rendered by Hesychius cabanation dioμOTRIXOV. The Greek ladies used this kind of cap as commonly as the Spanish or Italian ladies do at this day their redesillas.

The perfume dealers of Antioch and Alexandria had, with wonderful inventiveness, subdivided these articles of luxury, and enhanced their price. Two articles of Indian produce, the root of the plant kostum,* and the leaf of the spikenard, were in general the principal and the most costly ingredients in those salve-oils. But these perfumes were so varied by their minor refinements, that in the work of an ancient physician upon the art of the toilette, five and twenty different species are enumerated. So soon as Psceas has finished her work, Kypassis begins hers, a negress slave, active, cunning, flattering, the best of all gobetweens, the confidante and favourite of Sabina. The principal management of this department of the toilette falls to her share. It is hers to arrange the locks already combed and perfumed by the others-it is hers to form them into that high and swelling shape which, in the language of the Roman fair, was called generally Nodus, the knot, but of which there were a thousand varieties, and a thousand minor appellations. The dark Kypassis now selects from the casket of her mistress the large and sculptured dressing-pin, which is to bind together the whole mass of locks; nor is her choice without its difficulties. The object is to select that whose ornaments may express, by the happiest allusion, something of the secret wishes of the wearer. The first she pulled out was one, the head of which represented a rich Corinthian capital, sustaining a statue of Psyche, with

*The first of these was called (par excel lence) radix, the root; the second folium, the leaf. Our first accurate information concerning the nature of each has been derived from the English writers who have visited Calcutta ; as, Sir W. Jones in the Asiatic Miscellanies, and Gilbert Blanc in the Philosophical Transactions, vol. cxxx.

p. 2.

The great consumption of these articles in the cosmetic art was one principal cause of the enormous traffic in the spices of India, which was then to the gold what China is now to the silver of Europe. See Dr Robertson's Historical Disquisition, s. II. p. 54. &c.

+ Crito, physician to the Empress Plotina. See his list of these essences and salves in Fabricus Bibl. Græc. vol. xii. p. 690.

Negress slaves practised the same arts, and attained the same favour among the Roman ladies as they do now among the lazy Creole, or European Ladies in the West India Islands and Brazil.

VOL. IV.

Cupid in her arms. But a luckier thought at last recalled to Kypassis a pin which bore on its summit a goddess of plenty (Abundantia) with a dolphin on her left, and in her right hand the cornucopia; on her head the two high horns, the well-known symbols of Isis. Sabina had been wont to wear this pin when she attended the worship of Isis by the side of Tiber; and on one of these occasions her Saturninus had of late attended her by the appointment of Kypassis. The pin itself, moreover, was a new year's gift of the youth, and Sabina well understood the meaning of Kypassis in selecting it. It was at that time the custom for Roman gallants to send such articles of dress to their mistresses, wrapped up in little pieces of parchment, containing love mottos. Of these the poet of fashion and gallantry, Martial, had composed an innumerable variety for every possible occasion, and every possible ornament. The golden pin of Saturninus was unfolded from a covering which bore on it these words :* "Tenuiane madidi violent Bombycina crines, Figat acus tortas sustineatque comas !"+

Nape, the superintendent of the whole band, herself a scientific mistress of hair-dressing, now terminates the labour of her inferiors. Her lady has taken care to have her educated in the theory as well as the practice of the art, so that she can pronounce a skilful judgment concerning every variety of coiffure, and tell with the precision of an artist, what suits and what does not suit every particular shape of head, every form of coun

* The same thing which was called by the Greeks κοριμβιον or κροβυλος was, in Latin, Nodus. The pin or needle which fastened this was the acus discriminalis. This pin, which was of many inches in length, was at times hollow, and might be made to contain poison, like the ring of Hannibal. This use seems to have been made of it by the celebrated poisoning woman Martina (see Tacitus, Annal. III. 7.); and indeed it has been thought by many, that Cleopatra terminated her existence by means of a poison-pin of the same kind, fashioned in the shape of an asp. See Dio Cassius, s. 644. 24. with the note of Reimarus. In countries where the excise is very strictly attended to, we sometimes hear of modern ladies smuggling lace under their periwigs. The ancient dames concealed in the same way the instrument of death. Who need wonder, after this, at the naif and heroic style of the Antique? + Martial, xiv. 24.

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