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The volume gathers a hundred short emblematic pieces that pair concise moral or devotional verses with evocative scenes and occasional woodcut illustrations; entries move from sunrises and sunsets to animals, rural life, church imagery, classical allusion, and domestic incident. A proem and preface sketch the emblem tradition and explain the author's aim to prompt piety and practical wisdom through the fusion of image and text. The tone blends homely observation, gentle moralizing, occasional humor, and reflective devotional feeling, inviting readers to treat ordinary sights as prompts for ethical and spiritual reflection.

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Title: A Century of Emblems

Author: George Spencer Cautley

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A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS


Printed by R. & R. Clark, Edinburgh.


A

Century of Emblems

 

BY

G. S. CAUTLEY

VICAR OF NETTLEDEN,
AUTHOR OF 'THE AFTERGLOW,' AND 'THE THREE FOUNTAINS.'

 

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS

By the Lady Marian Alford, Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton,
Venble. Lord A. Compton, R. Barnes, J. D. Cooper,
and the Author

 

London
MACMILLAN AND COMPANY
1878




To the Memory

OF

CHARLES DOUGLAS,
MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON,

THIS LITTLE BOOK,

MAINLY DUE IN ITS PRESENT FORM TO

HIS GENEROSITY AND COUNSEL,

IS DEDICATED,

IN ALL GRATEFUL AND TENDER RECOLLECTION

BY


THE AUTHOR.



PREFACE.

This small volume is the latest of above three thousand[1] of a similar kind, which, under the general title of "Books of Emblems" have followed in the wake of the Libellus Emblematum,[2] a work, much resembling a child's primer in outward appearance, published at Augsburg in A.D. 1532, and composed by Andrea Alciati, a famous lawyer, antiquary, and litterateur of Milan.

This book consisted of nearly a hundred Latin Epigrams, some original, some translated or paraphrased from the Greek, and each accompanied by a rude woodcut illustration. Alciati was the first author who gave the name of Emblem to this form of expressing his ideas: and the notion for so doing was suggested by the original meaning of the word Emblem, which signifies anything inserted. The Greeks and Romans used to insert small pictures or bas-reliefs in the sides of vases, drinking-cups, and various other utensils: these little works of art were called Emblems: they were sometimes accompanied by mottoes or verses, and often made removable at pleasure, so that they formed no necessary part of the article which they adorned.

Alciati, therefore, considering that the illustrations formed no necessary portion of his book, and that they were only inserted, as he says himself, to make his moral and philosophical teaching more attractive, gave to his collection of poems and pictures the name of "Book of Emblems."

This idea took greatly with the public of his day, and for upwards of two hundred years afterwards, and generated a class of books now reckoned among the fossils of literature, which may be dug out of ancient libraries, or procured by chance here and there through the agency of those useful purveyors, the publishers of Catalogues of second-hand works.

Now Emblem books have had their day, and are no longer regarded as a means of instruction or delight. They have done their duty as ornamental wits and lively educators, and now make way for others more suited to the age. There will be found very few theological teachers of our day who would, like Sebastian Stockhamer,[3] not only advise a patron to have the Emblems of Alciati always at hand at home and abroad, but suggest that he should do as Alexander did with the works of Homer, sleep with them under his pillow.

He, therefore, who ventures to put forth his own conceits, clothed in this old-fashioned dress, before the present world of critical thinkers and impatient novel readers, must apologise for his intrusion and crave indulgence. Some, perhaps, who may look into these pages, will sympathise with the Author in the pleasure he has enjoyed in following the footsteps of the ingenious Emblematists of old, and will accept the subjoined Emblem as an illustration of their common feeling upon the subject:—

Though the new be gold, some love the old.

 

"They have wrecked the old farm with its chimneys so high,
And white flashing gables—my childhood's delight,
The old home is gone, and the sorrowing eye
Shuns the blue-slated upstart that glares from its site;"
So flowed my fresh feeling, when loud at my side
Rose the voice of a stranger arresting the tide:

"What an emblem is here of the glories of change,
Which purges and pares the old world to its quick;
Transforming that rat-hole and ricketty grange,
With its plaster and laths to a mansion of brick."
The prose chilled like ice,—I sank into my skin,
And felt my poor sentiment almost a sin.

The Author thinks it necessary to say, that circumstances over which he had no control prevented him from carrying out his original idea, which was that every set of verses should be accompanied by an illustration; and it is only by the assistance of many friends, to whom his best acknowledgments are due, that he has been able to provide the comparatively few accompanying woodcuts.

 

FOOTNOTES:

[1] See p. 8 of Preface to "Andrea Alciati and his Book of Emblems," etc., by Henry Green, M.A.; London, Trübner and Co., 1872, in which the learned writer states he has "formed an index of Emblem Books of which the titles number upwards of 3000, and the authors above 1300.

[2] This little book was followed by another of the same description published at Venice 1546. These two were afterwards combined into one volume.

[3] See p. 5 of his edition of A. Alciati Emblemata, 1556.


CONTENTS.

 PAGE
Proem 1
Emblems Everywhere3
The Sun an Emblem of the Creator4
Sunset on Campagna of Rome 5
Cupid Reformed7
Colossal Hand in Museum at Rome8
Puritans and Ritualists 9
The Beacon Crest 10
Rooks11
Una12
Lighthouse built like a Church13
Church in the Valley14
Church Bells and Sheep Bells15
The Brook at Sunset16
The Church Tower at Sunset17
Summer Sunset18
The Comet19
The Rocket20
The Girandola at Rome21
The Moon22
Heaven Lights and Home Lights24
Cloud Emblem25
Cottage Smoke Ascending26
Smoke not Ascending27
The Careless Shepherd28
Child and Snakes 29
Innocence 31
Hilarion 32
The Foolish Colt33
Trouts34
The Platypus35
The Rape of Proserpine36
Girls Running37
The Siren38
The Strange Choice39
The Puddle 40
The Miry Lane41
The Doubtful Race 42
The Sliding Boy43
Youth44
The Ferry of Death45
The Forge and the Sunset46
The Undergrowth47
Winter in May48
The Solitary49
The Golden Mean50
Autumn51
Justissima Tellus52
The Flinty Field53
Home and Abroad 54
Distant Sounds55
The Friendly Thorn56
Happiness 57
Bridegroom to Bride58
The Ear-Ring 59
The Garden Pool59
The Scarecrow60
We judge Others by Ourselves62
The Lay Figure 63
The Windmill64
Fairies and Factories65
Righteous Overmuch66
Inexperience67
The Sunken Iron-Clad68
The Master's Will 69
Now or Never70
Labour Lost71
The Lost Fish72
Striking the Tent73
The Turkish Bridge74
The Crocodile75
The Mountains of El Tih76
Damascus in the Evening77
The Two Goats78
The Arab Well 79
The Dead Crocodile80
The Hyæna81
Gratitude82
The Nubian Boatmen83
The Christian Pilgrim84
The Forget-me-not85
Texts on Tombstones86
Rose Garden at Ashridge87
The Heifer deprived of Her Mates88
Ducks at Play 89
The Tame Hare 90
The Watchful Dog91
The Puppies and the Thunder92
Emblem of True Philosophy93
The Guide-Post94
The Wayside Monitor 95
The Boomerang96
The Wrong Place 97
The Wrong Time 98
Travelling for Excitement99
The Hawser100
Trained Cormorants 101
The Bat102
Waterfall by the Sea103
The Dying Swan104
The Peacock105
The Hunter 106
The Racer 108
The Sybarites109
Francis Perrier the Engraver110
Rome 111
Theodoric112
Social Life a Picnic113
The Hippocampus, or Sea-Horse117
Bivalves121

 


ILLUSTRATIONS.

  PAGE
Emblems EverywhereR. Barnes3
 From Drawing by the Author. 
Cupid ReformedJ. D. Cooper7
 From a slight Sketch by the late 
 Marquis of Northampton. 
The Beacon CrestRear-Admiral Lord W. Compton10
Lighthouse like a ChurchThe Author13
The Brook at SunsetDo.16
The CometDo. and J. D. Cooper19
The MoonDo. 22
Cottage Smoke AscendingDo. 26
Child and SnakesLady Marian Alford29
The Foolish ColtThe Author33
The Rape of ProserpineDo.36
The Strange ChoiceDo.39
The Doubtful RaceDo. 42
The Ferry of DeathR. Barnes45
 From Sketch by the Author. 
Winter in MayThe Author48
AutumnDo. 51
Home and AbroadDo. 54
HappinessR. Barnes 57
 From Sketch by the Author. 
The ScarecrowThe Author60
The WindmillDo. 64
InexperienceRear-Admiral Lord W. Compton 67
Now or NeverDo.70
Striking the TentThe Author73
The Mountains of El TihDo.76
The Arab WellDo.79
GratitudeR. Barnes82
 From Drawing by the Author. 
The Forget-me-notThe Author85
The Heifer deprived of her MatesDo.88
The Watchful DogDo.91
The Guide-PostDo. 94
The Wrong PlaceDo.97
The HawserRear-Admiral Lord W. Compton 100
Waterfall by the SeaThe Author103
The HunterDo. 106
Francis PerrierDo.110
The HippocampusR. Barnes 117
 From Nature. 
BivalvesVen. Lord A. Compton121
Frontispiece and Frames to WoodcutsLady Marian Alford.

A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS



PROEM.

I had not breathed such notes as these,
Save to myself in field or wood,
But for the venial hope to please
Some spirits of the wise and good.

For honest mirth that sings the truth,
And shakes a bell in Folly's ear,
May serve a crumpled hour to smooth,
And whisk away a peevish tear;

While haply to the heart may go
Some tones amid the fall and rise,
And stir the silent springs below
Of deeper, holier sympathies.

So now into the streets of life
I venture forth, but not alone,
Too well aware its roar and strife
Would drown my feeble undertone.

And mindful of the world's disdain,
I mimic him of Rhodopé,[A]
And start, escorted by a train
Of beast, and bird, and flower, and tree;

For lack of these, his guardian brood,
The poet in his lonely woe,
By Thracian dames was torn and strewed
Upon the Hyperborean snow.

Were these the critics of the day?
And does this ancient tale, forsooth,
Symbol the perils of his way
Who seeks to win by tuneful truth?

Thrice welcome, then, O sister art!
Divert the eye with pictured spell,
Assume your own attractive part,
And share the wrath you may not quell.

 

FOOTNOTE:

[A] Orpheus.

 


EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE.

A simple faith, if fancy fed
Is girt with holy signs,
And common sights are seen and read
As writ in holy lines.

A fish, a ship, the night and day,
Some Christian truth declare,
And e'en the winging crows display
Black crosses in the air.

Nor blame thou this simplicity,
For love is at the core,
Which only sees what others see,
But feels a little more.

THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR.

'Mid the glow of the dawning and dew of the mist,
The valley awakens in beauty and tears,
For the life-bringing day-star the ridges hath kiss'd,
And the presence is felt ere the splendour appears.

Now the cloud-curtain parts—from pavilion of gold
The monarch goes forth with tiara of flame,
And his banners abroad to the zenith unrolled,
Reflect on our hearts the Ineffable Name.

O emblem of Godhead! majestic, supreme,
Life drinks at thy fountain, its wave is our breath,
While in rapturous awe of the glory we dream
Whose glance is creation, whose absence is death.

SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME.

When bathes the sun his burning crown,
Within old Ostia's main,
He sends transforming angels down
Upon the Roman plain.

Bright threads they fling of iris hue,
And scatter crimson plumes,
As if all nature to renew
With showers of fiery blooms.

See flashing out in golden grace
A thousand arches rise,
And bridge the violet depths of space
To mountains of surprise.

To mountain waves of amethyst,
All flaming up carmine;
Upon each crest the angels rest
Who tend the sun's decline.

But soon the subtle pomps of light
Evade us like a dream,
And with a breath the greys of night
Envelop every gleam.

The fires are dead, the gold is stone,
The mountains, shadowy ghosts:
Ah, whither are the angels gone
With all their radiant hosts?

They travel on from height to height,
In splendour to diffuse
The truth that earth's divinest light
Hath no abiding hues.