Works of Lucian of Samosata, vol 2

Works of Lucian of Samosata,
vol 2

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THE WORKS OF LUCIAN OF SAMOSATA
Complete with exceptions specified in the preface
TRANSLATED BY
H. W. FOWLER AND F. G. FOWLER
IN FOUR VOLUMES
What work nobler than transplanting foreign thought into the barren
domestic soil? except indeed planting thought of your own, which the
fewest are privileged to do.--Sartor Resartus.
At each flaw, be this your first thought: the author doubtless said
something quite different, and much more to the point. And then you
may hiss me off, if you will.--LUCIAN, Nigrinus, 9.
(LUCIAN) The last great master of Attic eloquence and Attic
wit.--Lord Macaulay.

VOLUME II

CONTENTS OF VOL. II
THE DEPENDENT SCHOLAR
APOLOGY FOR 'THE DEPENDENT SCHOLAR'
A SLIP OF THE TONGUE IN SALUTATION
HERMOTIMUS, OR THE RIVAL PHILOSOPHIES
HERODOTUS AND AETION
ZEUXIS AND ANTIOCHUS
HARMONIDES

THE SCYTHIAN
THE WAY TO WRITE HISTORY
THE TRUE HISTORY
THE TYRANNICIDE
THE DISINHERITED
PHALARIS, I
PHALARIS, II
ALEXANDER THE ORACLE-MONGER
OF PANTOMIME
LEXIPHANES

THE DEPENDENT SCHOLAR
The dependent scholar! The great man's licensed friend!--if friend, not
slave, is to be the word. Believe me, Timocles, amid the humiliation
and drudgery of his lot, I know not where to turn for a beginning. Many,
if not most, of his hardships are familiar to me; not, heaven knows,
from personal experience, for I have never been reduced to such
extremity, and pray that I never may be; but from the lips of numerous
victims; from the bitter outcries of those who were yet in the snare, and
the complacent recollections of others who, like escaped prisoners,
found a pleasure in detailing all that they had been through. The
evidence of the latter was particularly valuable. Mystics, as it were, of
the highest grade, Dependency had no secrets for them. Accordingly, it
was with keen interest that I listened to their stories of miraculous
deliverance from moral shipwreck. They reminded me of the mariners
who, duly cropped, gather at the doors of a temple, with their tale of
stormy seas and monster waves and promontories, castings out of
cargoes, snappings of masts, shatterings of rudders; ending with the
appearance of those twin brethren [Footnote: The Dioscuri, Castor and
Pollux, who were supposed to appear to sailors in distress.] so
indispensable to nautical story, or of some other deus ex machina, who,
seated at the masthead or standing at the helm, guides the vessel to
some sandy shore, there to break up at her leisure--not before her crew
(so benevolent is the God!) have effected a safe landing. The mariner,
however, is liberal in embellishment, being prompted thereto by the
exigencies of his situation; for by his appearance as a favourite of
heaven, not merely a victim of fortune, the number of the charitable is

increased. It is otherwise with those whose narrative is of domestic
storms, of billows rising mountain high (if so I may phrase it) within
four walls. They tell us of the seductive calm that first lured them on to
those waters, of the sufferings they endured throughout the voyage, the
thirst, the sea-sickness, the briny drenchings; and how at last their
luckless craft went to pieces upon some hidden reef or at the foot of
some steep crag, leaving them to swim for it, and to land naked and
utterly destitute. All this they tell us: but I have ever suspected them of
having convenient lapses of memory, and omitting the worst