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Perhaps I should not congratulate myself on this; perhaps it only serves to show I am more a man of method and less a man of originality, and have no longer that vivacity of fancy that is inconsistent with regular labour. Still, should this be the case, I should, having lost the one, be happy to find myself still possessed of the other. January 2. Cæcæ mentes hominum.
While William was strengthening himself in Normandy, Norman influence in England had risen to its full height. The king was surrounded by foreign favourites. The only foreign earl was his nephew Ralph of Mentes, the son of his sister Godgifu. But three chief bishoprics were held by Normans, Robert of Canterbury, William of London, and Ulf of Dorchester.
The son of Atreus would have then carried off the armour of the son of Panthous with ease, had not Phoebus Apollo been angry, and in the guise of Mentes chief of the Cicons incited Hector to attack him.
But now the storms of the sea have swept him away, and I am left in sore distress. For these whom thou seest are the princes of the islands that come here to woo my mother. She neither refuseth nor accepteth; and meanwhile they sit here, and waste my substance." Then said the false Mentes: "Now may the gods help thee! Thou art indeed in sore need of Ulysses. But now hearken to my counsel.
But now, I pray thee, abide here for a space, that I may give thee a goodly gift, such as friends give to friends, to be an heirloom in thy house." But the false Mentes said, "Keep me no longer, for I am eager to depart; give me thy gift when I shall return." So the goddess departed; like to an eagle of the sea was she as she flew. And Telemachus knew her to be a goddess as she went.
Why, one almost felt the movement, the respiration, of God in it. What joy in that motion, in the prospect, the music! "The music of the spheres!" he could listen to it in a perfection such as had never been conceded to Plato, to Pythagoras even. Veni, Creator Spiritus, Mentes tuorum visita, Imple superna gratia, Quae tu creasti pectora.+ Yes!
But with thy good leave I would ask thee concerning the stranger. He seemed a goodly man; but why did he start up and leave us so suddenly? Did he bring any tidings of thy father?" "There can be no tidings of him," answered Telemachus sadly, "except that we shall never see him again. And as to this stranger, it was Mentes, a friend of my father's, and prince of the Taphians."
Odysseus, when the poem opens, was in Calypso's isle pitied of all the gods save Poseidon. In a council Zeus gave his consent that Hermes should go to Calypso, while Athena should descend to Ithaca to encourage Odysseus' son Telemachus to seek out news of his father. Taking the form of Mentes, Athena met Telemachus and informed him that his father was not yet dead.
He turned, called for a pen, took the album. 'How old is your sister? he asked, holding the pen in his hand. 'Three years old, I said. 'Ah, petite fille alors! and he wrote in the album: 'Ne mentes jamais! "Such advice, and at such a moment, you must allow, prince, was " "Yes, quite so; very remarkable."
In blood was his hair drenched that was like unto the hair of the Graces, and his tresses closely knit with bands of silver and gold. Then easily would the son of Atreus have borne off the noble spoils of Panthoos' son, had not Phoebus Apollo grudged it to him, and aroused against him Hector peer of swift Ares, putting on the semblance of a man, of Mentes chief of the Kikones.
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