A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian Life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 262 pages of information about A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian Life.

A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian Life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 262 pages of information about A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian Life.
local myth of Boreas’s rape of Orithyia].”  And so at last they come to the place, when Socrates says:  “Yes indeed, a fair and shady resting place it is, full of summer sounds and scents.  There is the lofty and spreading plane tree, and the agnus castus, high and clustering in the fullest blossom and the greatest fragrance, and the stream which flows beneath the plane tree is deliciously cool to the feet.  Judging by the ornaments and images [set] about, this must be a spot sacred to Achelous and the Nymphs; moreover there is a sweet breeze and the grasshoppers are chirruping; and the greatest charm of all is the grass like a pillow, gently sloping to the head."[*]

[*]Jewett, translator; slightly altered.

172.  The Athenian Love of Country Life.—­So the two friends had sat them down to delve in delightful profundities; but following the bridle path, the little brook and its groves end for us all too soon.  We are in the open country around Athens, and the fierce rays of Helios beat strongly on our heads.  We are outside the city, but by no means far from human life.  Farm succeeds farm, for the land around Athens has a goodly population to maintain, and there is a round price for vegetables in the Agora.  Truth to tell, the average Athenian, though he pretends to love the market, the Pnyx, the Dicasteries, and the Gymnasia, has a shrewd hankering for the soil, and does not care to spend more time in Athens then necessary.  Aristophanes is full of the contrasts between “country life” and “city life” and almost always with the advantage given the former.  Says his Strepsiades (in “The Clouds"), “A country life for me—­dirty, untrimmed, lolling around at ease, and just abounding in bees and sheep and oil cake.”  His Diceepolis ("Acharnians”) voices clearly the independence of the farmer:  “How I long for peace.[*] I’m disgusted with the city; and yearn for my own farm which never bawled out [as in the markets] ‘buy my coals’ or ‘buy my vinegar’ or ‘oil,’ or knew the word ‘buy,’ but just of itself produced everything.”  And his Trygeus (in “The Peace”) states the case better yet:  “Ah! how eager I am to get back into the fields, and break up my little farm with the mattock again...[for I remember] what kind of a life we had there; and those cakes of dried fruits, and the figs, and the myrtles, and the sweet new wine, and the violet bed next to the well, and the olives we so long for!”

[*]I.e. the end of the Peloponnesian War, which compelled the farming population to remove inside the walls.

There is another reason why the Athenians rejoice in the country.  The dusty streets are at best a poor playground for the children, the inner court of the house is only a respectable prison for the wife.  In the country the lads can enjoy themselves; the wife and the daughters can roam about freely with delightful absence of convention.  There will be no happier day in the year than when the master says, “Let us set out for the farm.”

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