relatively at rest. Sound a discord, and every grain will whisk about without any order at all, in no figures, and with no points of rest." The brave man is such a point of relative rest, over which the soul sounds ever a harmonic chord.
Music is either a sedative or a tonic to the soul.[1] I read that "Plato thinks the gods never gave men music, the science of melody and harmony, for mere delectation or to tickle the ear; but that the discordant parts of the circulations and beauteous fabric of the soul, and that of it that roves about the body, and many times, for want of tune and air, breaks forth into many extravagances and excesses, might be sweetly recalled and artfully wound up to their former consent and agreement."[2]
By dint of wind and stringed instruments the coward endeavors to put the best face on the matter,—whistles to keep his courage up.
There are some brave traits related by Plutarch; e.g.: "Homer acquaints us how Ajax, being to engage in a single combat with Hector, bade the Grecians pray to the gods for him; and while they were at their devotions, he was putting on his armor."
On another occasion, a storm arises, "which as soon as the pilot sees, he falls to his prayers, and invokes
