[Epistle xiii. -- This is the story of Antiochus and Seleucus; but related in Aristaenetus under different names. Seleucus was one of Alexander's successors in Asia, having Syria for his kingdom: he married Stratonice, daughter to Demetrius, having had, by a former marriage, a son named Antiochus. Stratonice was the most beautiful and accomplished princess of her time; and unhappily inspired her son-in-law with the most ardent passion:— he fell sick; and Seleucus was in the greatest despair, when Erasistratus, one of his physicians, discovered the cause of the prince's malady, and, by his address, prevailed on the king to save his son's life, by resigning to him his wife, though he passionately loved her.]EPISTLE XIII.
THE SAGACIOUS DOCTOR
EUTYCHOBULUS TO ACESTODORUS. FORTUNE, my friend, I've often thought
Is weak, if Art assist her not:
So equally all Arts are vain.
If Fortune help them not again:
They've little lustre of their own
If separate, and view'd alone —
But when together they unite,
They lend each other mutual light.—
— But since all symphony seems long
To those impatient for the song,
And lest my apothegms should fail
I'll haste to enter on my tale.
Once on a time, (for time has been
When men thought neither shame nor sin,
To keep, besides their lawful spouses,
A buxom filly in their houses)
Once on a time then, as I said,
A hopeful youth, well-born, well-bred,
Seiz'd by a flame he could not hinder.
Was scorch'd and roasted to a cinder.
For why, the cause of all his pain
Was, that he fear'd all hope was vain:
—In short, the youth must needs adore
The nymph his father lov'd before.
'His father's mistress?'— even so. And sure 'twas cause enough for woe.
In mere despair he kept his bed.
But feign'd some illness in its stead.
His father griev'd at his condition.
Sends post for an expert physician.
The doctor comes — consults his pulse—
No feverish quickness — no convulse;
Observes his looks, his skin, his eye—
No symptoms there of malady;
— At least of none within the knowledge
Of all the Pharmaceutic college.
Long did our Galen wond'ring stand,
Reflecting on the case in hand.—
Thus as he paus'd, came by the fair.
The cause of all his patient's care. —
Then his pulse beat quick and high:
Glow'd his cheek, and roll'd his eye.
Alike his face and arm confest
The conflict laboring in his breast.
Thus chance reveal'd the hidden smart.
That baffled all the search of art.
Still paus'd the doctor to proclaim
The luckily-discover'd flame:
But made a second inquisition
To satisfy his new suspicion.
From all the chambers, ev'ry woman.
Wives, maids, and widows did he summon;
And one by one he had them led
In order by the patient's bed.
He the meanwhile stood watchful nigh,
And felt his pulse, and mark'd his eye;
(For by the pulse physicians find
The hidden motions of the mind;)
While other girls walk'd by attractive,
The lover's art'ry lay inactive:
But when his charmer pass'd along.
His pulse beat doubly quick and strong.
Now all the malady appear'd:
Now all the doctor's doubts were cleared;Who feign'd occasion to depart
To mix his drugs, consult his art:
He bid the father hope the best,
The lover set his heart at rest,
Then took his fee, and went away.
But promis'd to return next day.
Day came — the family environ
With anxious eagerness our Chiron.
But he repuls'd them rough, and cried,
'Ne'er can my remedy be tried.'
The father humbly question'd, why
They might not use the remedy?
Th' enrag'd physician nought would say,
But earnest seem'd to haste away —
Th' afflicted fire more humble yet is,
Doubles his offers, pray'rs, intreaties—
While he, as if at last compell'd
To speak what better were with-held,
In anger cried — 'Your son must perish--
'My wife alone his life can cherish—
'On her th' adult'rer doats— and I
'My rival's hated sight would fly.'
The fire was now alike distrest.
To save his boy, or hurt his guest:
Long struggled he 'twixt love and shame;
At last parental love o'ercame.
And now he begs without remorse
His friend to grant this last resource:
Intreats him o'er and o'er t' apply
This hard, but only remedy.
'What, prostitute my wife!' exclaims
The doctor, 'pimp for lawless flames?'—
Yet still the father teaz'd and prest;—
'O grant a doating fire's request!
'The necessary cure permit,
'And make my happiness complete.'
Thus did the doctor's art and care
The anxious parent's heart prepare:
And found him trying long and often
The term adultery to soften. — He own'd, 'that custom sure enough.
'Had made it found a little rough:
'But then, said he, we ought to trace
'The source and causes of the case.
'All prejudice let's lay aside,
'And taking Nature for our guide.
'We'll try with candour to examine
'On what pretence this fashion came in.'
Then much he talk'd of man's first state,
(A copious subject for debate!)
Of choice and instinct then disputes,
All tending notably to prove,
That instinct was the law of Love:--
In short, that Nature gave us woman,
Like earth and air, to hold in common.
Then learned authors would he quote,
Philosophers of special note,
Who only thought their dames worth feeding,
As long as they held out for breeding;
And when employ'd in studious courses.
Would let them out, as we do horses.
Last followed a facetious query,
To rank the sex natura ferae [wild by nature].
The doctor, when the speech was clos'd,
Confess'd he was a little pos'd.
Then looking impudently grave,
'And how would you,' said he, 'behave?
'Would you part freely with your wife,
'To save a friend's expiring life?'
'By Jove, I'd act as I advise,'
The father eagerly replies. —
'Then,' cries the doctor, 'I have done--
'Intreat yourself to save your son.
'He loves your girl— can you endure
'To work the necessary cure?
'If it were just that I should give
'My wife to cause a friend to live;
'You surely may bestow with joy
'Your mistress, to preserve your boy.'