This is a fine subject.  Every one can see in how many different ways it may be treated, with what different conceptions, how variously the characters may be built up, and what different ethical and emotional situations may be imaginatively treated in it.  Racine himself thought it the finest of the Greek subjects, and began a play upon it.  But he died before he finished it, and ordered his manuscript to be destroyed.  We may well imagine how the quiet, stately genius of Racine would have conceived and ordered it; with the sincere passion, held under restraint by as sincere a dignity, which characterised his exalted style.

Balaustion treats it with an equal moral force, and also with that modern moral touch which Racine would have given it; which, while it removed the subject at certain points from the Greek morality, would yet have exalted it into a more spiritual world than even the best of the Greeks conceived.  The commentary of Balaustion is her own treatment of the subject.  It professes to explain Euripides:  it is in reality a fresh conception of the characters and their motives, especially of the character of Herakles.  Her view of the character of Alkestis, especially in her death, is not, I think, the view which Euripides took.  Her condemnation of Admetos is unmodified by those other sides of the question which Euripides suggests.  The position Balaustion takes up with regard to self-sacrifice is far more subtle, with its half-Christian touches, than the Greek simplicity would have conceived.  Finally, she feels so strongly that the subject has not been adequately conceived that, at the end, she recreates it for herself.  Even at the beginning she rebuilds the Euripidean matter.  When Apollo and Death meet, Balaustion conceives the meeting for herself.  She images the divine Apollo as somewhat daunted, and images the dread meeting of these two with modern, not Greek imagination.  It is like the meeting, she thinks, of a ruined eagle, caught as he swooped in a gorge, half heedless, yet terrific, with a lion, the haunter of the gorge, the lord of the ground, who pauses, ere he try the worst with the frightful, unfamiliar creature, known in the shadows and silences of the sky but not known here.  It is the first example we have of Balaustion’s imaginative power working for itself.  There is another, farther on, where she stays her recitation to describe Death’s rush in on Alkestis when the dialogue between him and Apollo is over—­

    And, in the fire-flash of the appalling sword,
    The uprush and the outburst, the onslaught
    Of Death’s portentous passage through the door,
    Apollon stood a pitying moment-space: 
    I caught one last gold gaze upon the night,
    Nearing the world now:  and the God was gone,
    And mortals left to deal with misery.

So she speaks, as if she saw more than Euripides, as if to her the invisible were visible—­as it was.  To see the eternal unseen is the dower of imagination in its loftiest mood.