Letter 2010: I love in you your love of letters, and I strive to honor with the fullest praise the generosity of a dedication...

Sidonius ApollinarisHesperius, son-in-law|c. 467 AD|Sidonius Apollinaris
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LETTER X

Sidonius to his dear Hesperius, greetings.

1. I love in you your love of letters, and I strive to honor with the fullest praise the generosity of a dedication through which you commend not only your own beginnings but our own efforts as well. For when we see the talents of the younger generation growing up in this very discipline for which we ourselves once submitted our hands to the schoolmaster's rod, we reap the richest fruit of our own labor. Add to this that the crowd of the idle has grown so large that unless you and a very few others rescue the pure character of the Latin language from the rust of common barbarisms, we shall soon have to mourn it as abolished and dead. So all the purple of noble speech will be bleached away by the neglect of the common herd.

2. But enough of that for now. In the meantime, accept what you have asked for. You ask that if any little verses have flowed from my pen since we last parted, I pay them out to you as a sort of interest on the delay. I obey, for though you are young, you possess such maturity of mind that even your elders wish to oblige you. A church was recently built at Lyons, which reached the summit of the work begun through the zeal of Bishop Patiens -- a holy, energetic, strict, and merciful man who, through his abundant generosity and humanity toward the poor, raises himself to no lesser heights of a good conscience.

3. On the outer walls of this building, at the request of the aforesaid bishop, I inscribed a hasty poem in triple trochees, a meter still familiar to me and soon to be so to you. For the side walls flanking the altar are distinguished by the hexameters of the eminent poets Constantius and Secundinus -- poets whom my modesty especially forbids me to admit onto this page, since the comparison with better verse weighs down a writer who publishes his casual efforts with some trepidation.

4. For just as nothing becomes a new bride less than a more beautiful bridesmaid, and just as if you dress in white, any dark person looks blacker still, so my work -- such as it is -- surrounded by the more powerful trumpets, is reduced to a worthless straw, which is pronounced the more contemptible for being placed in the middle, last in merit, not merely by lack of skill but by arrogance too. But why go on? Let the poor little stalk of the song you demanded murmur its tune:

"You who here praise the labor of our pontiff and father Patiens: with prayer granted in answer to your vow, may you find that what you ask is given.

The lofty building gleams and does not lean to left or right, but faces with its towered front the equinoctial sunrise.

Within, the light sparkles, and the sun is drawn to the gilded ceiling so that it seems to wander in its own golden hue.

Marble of varied brilliance runs across ceiling, floor, and windows, and beneath multicolored figures a living, verdant crust bends sapphire-blue stones through green glass.

A triple portico is attached to this, proud on its Aquitanian columns. Beyond it, to match its splendor, a second portico encloses the further courts, and a stone forest of columns, set far apart, clothes the open field between.

On this side the rampart resounds, on that the Saone echoes. Here the pedestrian and the horseman turn, and the driver of creaking carriages. And here the chorus of bent-backed haulers raises their river-chant of Alleluia to Christ, the banks echoing their response.

So, so sing your psalms, you sailor and you traveler -- for this is a place all must seek, where every road leads to salvation."

5. There, I have obeyed your instructions like a junior following orders. You just remember that I am to be repaid with compound interest, and to make this easier and more enjoyable for you, it is essential that you read without pretense and study without end. And do not let the wife who is soon to be happily led to your home deflect you from this purpose. Keep firmly in mind that once upon a time Marcia held the candle for Hortensius, Terentia for Cicero, Calpurnia for Pliny, Pudentilla for Apuleius, and Rusticiana for Symmachus as they read and studied.

6. And if you complain that the company of women dulls the poetic gift and the polish of your tongue that frequent study has sharpened on its whetstones, remember that Corinna often completed a verse with her Ovid, Lesbia with Catullus, Cesennia with Gaetulicus, Argentaria with Lucan, Cynthia with Propertius, and Delia with Tibullus. From which it is perfectly clear that marriage provides the studious with an occasion for learning, and the lazy merely with an excuse. So press on, and do not let the crowd of the uneducated cheapen your literary endeavors -- for it is a law of nature that in all the arts, the display of knowledge is more precious the rarer it is. Farewell.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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