Ixion In Heaven Part 3
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'I drink to your _bonnes fortunes_. Splendid! This nectar makes me feel quite immortal. By-the-bye, I hear sweet sounds. Who is in the Hall of Music?'
'The G.o.ddesses, royal sir, practise a new air of Euterpe, the words by Apollo. 'Tis pretty, and will doubtless be very popular, for it is all about moonlight and the misery of existence.'
'I warrant it.'
'You have a taste for poetry yourself?' inquired Ganymede.
'Not the least,' replied Ixion.
'Apollo,' continued the heavenly page, 'is a great genius, though Marsyas said that he never would be a poet because he was a G.o.d, and had no heart. But do you think, sir, that a poet does indeed need a heart?'
'I really cannot say. I know my wife always said I had a bad heart and worse head; but what she meant, upon my honour I never could understand.'
'Minerva will ask you to write in her alb.u.m.'
'Will she indeed! I am sorry to hear it, for I can scarcely scrawl my signature. I should think that Jove himself cared little for all this nonsense.'
'Jove loves an epigram. He does not esteem Apollo's works at all. Jove is of the cla.s.sical school, and admires satire, provided there be no allusions to G.o.ds and kings.'
'Of course; I quite agree with him. I remember we had a confounded poet at Larissa who proved my family lived before the deluge, and asked me for a pension. I refused him, and then he wrote an epigram a.s.serting that I sprang from the veritable stones thrown by Deucalion and Pyrrha at the re-peopling of the earth, and retained all the properties of my ancestors.'
'Ha, ha! Hark! there's a thunderbolt! I must run to Jove.'
'And I will look in on the musicians. This way, I think?'
'Up the ruby staircase, turn to your right, down the amethyst gallery.
Farewell!'
'Good-bye; a lively lad that!'
The King of Thessaly entered the Hall of Music with its golden walls and crystal dome. The Queen of Heaven was reclining in an easy chair, cutting out peac.o.c.ks in small sheets of note paper. Minerva was making a pencil observation on a ma.n.u.script copy of the song: Apollo listened with deference to her laudatory criticisms. Another divine dame, standing by the side of Euterpe, who was seated by the harp, looked up as Ixion entered. The wild liquid glance of her soft but radiant countenance denoted the famed G.o.ddess of Beauty.
Juno just acknowledged the entrance of Ixion by a slight and haughty inclination of the head, and then resumed her employment. Minerva asked him his opinion of her amendment, of which he greatly approved. Apollo greeted him with a melancholy smile, and congratulated him on being mortal. Venus complimented him on his visit to Olympus, and expressed the pleasure that she experienced in making his acquaintance.
'What do you think of Heaven?' inquired Venus, in a soft still voice, and with a smile like summer lightning.
'I never found it so enchanting as at this moment,' replied Ixion.
'A little dull? For myself, I pa.s.s my time chiefly at Cnidos: you must come and visit me there. 'Tis the most charming place in the world. 'Tis said, you know, that our onions are like other people's roses. We will take care of you, if your wife come.'
'No fear of that. She always remains at home and piques herself on her domestic virtues, which means pickling, and quarrelling with her husband.'
'Ah! I see you are a droll. Very good indeed. Well, for my part, I like a watering-place existence. Cnidos, Paphos, Cythera; you will usually find me at one of these places. I like the easy distraction of a career without any visible result. At these fascinating spots your gloomy race, to whom, by-the-bye, I am exceedingly partial, appear emanc.i.p.ated from the wearing fetters of their regular, dull, orderly, methodical, moral, political, toiling existence. I pride myself upon being the G.o.ddess of watering-places. You really must pay me a visit at Cnidos.'
'Such an invitation requires no repet.i.tion. And Cnidos is your favourite spot?'
'Why, it was so; but of late it has become so inundated with invalid Asiatics and valetudinarian Persians, that the simultaneous influx of the handsome heroes who swarm in from the islands to look after their daughters, scarcely compensates for the annoying presence of their yellow faces and shaking limbs. No, I think, on the whole, Paphos is my favourite.'
'I have heard of its magnificent luxury.'
'Oh! 'tis lovely! Quite my idea of country life. Not a single tree! When Cyprus is very hot, you run to Paphos for a sea-breeze, and are sure to meet every one whose presence is in the least desirable. All the bores remain behind, as if by instinct.'
'I remember when we married, we talked of pa.s.sing the honeymoon at Cythera, but Dia would have her waiting-maid and a bandbox stuffed between us in the chariot, so I got sulky after the first stage, and returned by myself.'
'You were quite right. I hate bandboxes: they are always in the way.
You would have liked Cy-thera if you had been in the least in love.
High rocks and green knolls, bowery woods, winding walks, and delicious sunsets. I have not been there much of late,' continued the G.o.ddess, looking somewhat sad and serious, 'since--but I will not talk sentiment to Ixion.'
'Do you think, then, I am insensible?'
'Yes.'
'Perhaps you are right. We mortals grow callous.'
'So I have heard. How very odd!' So saying, the G.o.ddess glided away and saluted Mars, who at that moment entered the hall. Ixion was presented to the military hero, who looked fierce and bowed stiffly. The King of Thessaly turned upon his heel. Minerva opened her alb.u.m, and invited him to inscribe a stanza.
'G.o.ddess of Wisdom,' replied the King, 'unless you inspire me, the virgin page must remain pure as thyself. I can scarcely sign a decree.'
'Is it Ixion of Thessaly who says this; one who has seen so much, and, if I am not mistaken, has felt and thought so much? I can easily conceive why such a mind may desire to veil its movements from the common herd, but pray concede to Minerva the gratifying compliment of a.s.suring her that she is the exception for whom this rule has been established.'
'I seem to listen to the inspired music of an oracle. Give me a pen!
'Here is one, plucked from a sacred owl.' 'So! I write. There! Will it do?' Minerva read the inscription:--
_I HAVE SEEN THE WORLD, AND MORE THAN THE WORLD: I HAVE STUDIED THE HEART OF MAN, AND NOW I CONSORT WITH IMMORTALS.
THE FRUIT OF MY TREE OF KNOWLEDGE IS PLUCKED, AND IT IS THIS, 'Adventures are to the Adventurous.'
Written in the Alb.u.m of Minerva, by Ixion in Heaven._
''Tis brief,' said the G.o.ddess, with a musing air, 'but full of meaning.
You have a daring soul and pregnant mind.'
'I have dared much: what I may produce we have yet to see.'
'I must to Jove,' said Minerva, 'to council. We shall meet again.
Farewell, Ixion.'
'Farewell, Glaucopis.'
The King of Thessaly stood away from the remaining guests, and leant with folded arms and pensive brow against a wreathed column. Mars listened to Venus with an air of deep devotion. Euterpe played an inspiring accompaniment to their conversation. The Queen of Heaven seemed engrossed in the creation of her paper peac.o.c.ks.
Ixion advanced and seated himself on a couch near Juno. His manner was divested of that reckless bearing and careless coolness by which it was in general distinguished. He was, perhaps, even a little embarra.s.sed.
His ready tongue deserted him. At length he spoke.
'Has your Majesty ever heard of the peac.o.c.k of the Queen of Mesopotamia?'
'No,' replied Juno, with stately reserve; and then she added with an air of indifferent curiosity, 'Is it in any way remarkable?'
'Its breast is of silver, its wings of gold, its eyes of carbuncle, its claws of amethyst.'
Ixion In Heaven Part 3
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