Philopoemen And The Fall Of Sparta


The history of Greece may well seem remarkable to modern readers, since

it brings us in contact with conditions which have ceased to exist

anywhere upon the earth. To gain some idea of its character, we should

have to imagine each of the counties of one of our American States to be

an independent nation, with its separate government, finances, and

history, its treaties of peace and declarations of war, and its frequent

fierce conflicts with some neighboring county. Each of these counties

would have its central city, surrounded by high walls, and its citizens

ready at any moment to take arms against some other city and march to

battle against foes of their own race and blood. In some cases a single

county would have three or four cities, each hostile to the others, like

the cities of Thebes, Plataea, Thespiae, and Orchomenos, in Boeotia;

standing ready, like fierce dogs each in its separate kennel, to fall

upon one another with teeth and claws. It may further be said that of

the population of these counties five out of every six were slaves, and

that these slaves were white men, most of them of Greek descent. The

general custom in those days was either to slay prisoners in cold blood,

or sell them to spend the remainder of their lives in slavery.



This state of affairs was not confined to Greece. It existed in Italy

until Rome conquered all its small neighbor states. It existed in Asia

until the great Babylonian and Persian empires conquered all the smaller

communities. It was the first form of a civilized nation, that of a city

surrounded by enough farming territory to supply its citizens with food,

each city ready to break into war with any other, and each race of

people viewing all beyond its borders as strangers and barbarians, to be

dealt with almost as if they were beasts of prey instead of men and

brothers.



The cities of Greece were not only thus isolated, but each had its

separate manners, customs, government, and grade of civilization. Athens

was famous for its intellectual cultivation; Thebes had a reputation for

the heavy-headed dulness of its people; Sparta was a rigid war school,

and so on with others. In short, the world has gone so far beyond the

political and social conditions of that period that it is by no means

easy for us to comprehend the Grecian state.



Among those cities Sparta stood in one sense alone. While the others

were enclosed in strong walls, Sparta remained open and free,--its only

wall being the valorous hearts and strong arms of its inhabitants. While

other cities were from time to time captured and occasionally destroyed,

no foeman had set foot within Sparta's streets. Not until the days of

Epaminondas was Laconia invaded by a powerful foe; and even then Sparta

remained free from the foeman's tread. Neither Philip of Macedon, nor

his son Alexander, entered this proud city, and it was not until the

troublous later times that the people of Sparta, feeling that their

ancient warlike virtue was gone, built around their city a wall of

defence.



But the humiliation of that proud city was at hand. It was to be entered

by a foeman; the laws of Lycurgus, under which it had risen to such

might, were to come to an end; and lordly Sparta was to sink into

insignificance, and its glory remain but a memory to man.



About the year 252 B.C. was born Philopoemen, the last of the great

generals of Greece. He was the son of Craugis, a citizen of Megalopolis,

the great city which Epaminondas had built in Arcadia. Here he was

thoroughly educated in philosophy and the other learning of the time;

but his natural inclination was towards the life of a soldier, and he

made a thorough study of the use of arms and the management of horses,

while sedulously seeking the full development of his bodily powers.

Epaminondas was the example he set himself, and he came little behind

that great warrior in activity, sagacity, and integrity, though he

differed from him in being possessed of a hot, contentious temper, which

often carried him beyond the bounds of judgment.



Philopoemen was marked by plain manners and a genial disposition, in

proof of which Plutarch tells an amusing story. In his later years, when

he was general of a great Grecian confederation, word was brought to a

lady of Megara that Philopoemen was coming to her house to await the

return of her husband, who was absent. The good lady, all in a tremor,

set herself hurriedly to prepare a supper worthy of her guest. While she

was thus engaged a man entered dressed in a shabby cloak, and with no

mark of distinction. Taking him for one of the general's train who had

been sent on in advance, the housewife called on him to help her prepare

for his master's visit. Nothing loath, the visitor threw off his cloak,

seized the axe she offered him, and fell lustily to work in cutting up

fire-wood.



While he was thus engaged, the husband returned, and at once recognized

in his wife's lackey the expected visitor.



"What does this mean, Philopoemen?" he cried, in surprise.



"Nothing," replied the general, "except that I am paying the penalty of

my ugly looks."



Philopoemen had abundant practice in the art of war. Between Arcadia

and Laconia hostility was the normal condition, and he took part in many

plundering incursions into the neighboring state. In these he always

went in first and came out last. When there was no fighting to be done

he would go every evening to an estate he owned several miles from town,

would throw himself on the first mattress in his way and sleep like a



common laborer, and rising at break of day would go to work in the

vineyard or at the plough. Then returning to the town, he would employ

himself in public business or in friendly intercourse during the

remainder of the day.



When Philopoemen was thirty years old, Cleomenes, the Spartan king,

one night attacked Megalopolis, forced the guards, broke in, and seized

the market-place. The citizens sprang to arms, Philopoemen at their

head, and a desperate conflict ensued in the streets. But their efforts

were in vain, the enemy held their ground. Then Philopoemen set

himself to aid the escape of the citizens, making head against the foe

while his fellow-townsmen left the city. At last, after losing his horse

and receiving several wounds, he fought his way out through the gate,

being the last man to retreat. Cleomenes, finding that the citizens

would not listen to his fair offers for their return, and tired of

guarding empty houses, left the place after pillaging it and destroying

all he readily could.



The next year Philopoemen took part in a battle between King Antigonus

of Macedonia and the Spartans, in which the victory was due to his

charging the enemy at the head of the cavalry against the king's orders.



"How came it," asked the king after the battle, "that the horse charged

without waiting for the signal?"



"We were forced into it against our wills by a young man of

Megalopolis," was the reply.



"That young man," said Antigonus, with a smile, "acted like an

experienced commander."



During this battle a javelin, flung by a strong hand, passed through

both his thighs, the head coming out on the other side. "There he stood

awhile," says Plutarch, "as if he had been shackled, unable to move. The

fastening which joined the thong to the javelin made it difficult to

get it drawn out, nor would any one about him venture to do it. But the

fight being now at its hottest, and likely to be quickly decided, he was

transported with the desire of partaking in it, and struggled and

strained so violently, setting one leg forward, the other back, that at

last he broke the shaft in two; and thus got the pieces pulled out.

Being in this manner set at liberty, he caught up his sword, and running

through the midst of those who were fighting in the first ranks,

animated his men, and set them afire with emulation."



As may be imagined, a man of such indomitable courage could not fail to

make his mark. Antigonus wished to engage him in his service, but

Philopoemen refused, as he knew his temper would not let him serve

under others. His thirst for war took him to Crete, where he brought the

cavalry of that island to a state of perfection never before known in

Greece.



And now a new step in political progress took place in the Peloponnesus.

The cities of Achaea joined into a league for common aid and defence.

Other cities joined them, until it was hoped that all Peloponnesus would

be induced to combine into one commonwealth. There had been leagues

before in Greece, but they had all been dominated by some one powerful

city. The Achaean League was the first that was truly a federal republic

in organization, each city being an equal member of the confederacy.



Philopoemen, whose name had grown to stand highest among the soldiers

of Greece, was chosen as general of the cavalry, and at once set

himself to reform its discipline and improve its tactics. By his example

he roused a strong warlike fervor among the people, inducing them to

give up all display and exercise but those needed in war. "Nothing then

was to be seen in the shops but plate breaking up or melting down,

gilding of breastplates, and studding buckles and bits with silver;

nothing in the places of exercise but horses managing and young men

exercising their arms; nothing in the hands of the women but helmets and

crests of feathers to be dyed, and the military cloaks and riding frocks

to be embroidered.... Their arms becoming light and easy to them with

constant use, they longed for nothing more than to try them with an

enemy, and fight in earnest."



Two years afterwards, in 208 B.C., Philopoemen was elected

strategus, or general in-chief, of the Achaean league. The martial

ardor of the army he had organized was not long left unsatisfied. It was

with his old enemy, the Spartans, that he was first concerned.

Machanidas, the Spartan king, having attacked the city of Mantinea,

Philopoemen marched against him, and soon gave him other work to do. A

part of the Achaean army flying, Machanidas hotly pursued. Philopoemen

held back his main body until the enemy had become scattered in pursuit,

when he charged upon them with such energy that they were repulsed, and

over four thousand were killed. Machanidas returning in haste, strove to

cross a deep ditch between him and his foe; but as he was struggling up

its side, Philopoemen transfixed him with his javelin, and hurled him

back dead into the muddy ditch.



This victory greatly enhanced the fame of the Arcadian general. Some

time afterwards he and a party of his young soldiers entered the theatre

during the Nemean games, just as the actor was speaking the opening

words of the play called "The Persians:"



"Under his conduct Greece was glorious and was free."



The whole audience at once turned towards Philopoemen, and clapped

their hands with delight. It seemed to them that in this valiant warrior

the ancient glory of Greece had returned, and for the time some of the

old-time spirit came back. But, despite this momentary glow, the sun of

Grecian freedom and glory was near its setting. A more dangerous enemy

than Macedonia had arisen. Rome, which Pyrrhus had gone to Italy to

seek, had its armies now in Greece itself, and the independence of that

country would soon be no more.



The next exploit of Philopoemen had to do with Messenia. Nabis, the

new Spartan king, had taken that city at a time when Philopoemen was

out of command, the generalship of the League not being permanent. He

tried to persuade Lysippus, then general of the Achaeans, to go to the

relief of Messenia, but he refused, saying that it was lost beyond hope.

Thereupon Philopoemen set out himself, followed by such of his fellow

citizens as deemed him their general by nature's commission. The very

wind of his coming won the town. Nabis, hearing that Philopoemen was

near at hand, slipped hastily out of the city by the opposite gates,

glad to get away in safety. He escaped, but Messenia was recovered. The

martial spirit of Philopoemen next took him to Crete, where fighting

was to be had to his taste. Yet he left his native city of Megalopolis

so pressed by the enemy that its people were forced to sow grain in

their very streets. However, he came back at length, met Nabis in the

field, rescued the army from a dangerous situation, and put the enemy to

flight. Soon after he made peace with Sparta, and achieved a remarkable

triumph in inducing that great and famous city to join the Achaean

League. In truth, the nobles of Sparta, glad to have so important an

ally, sent Philopoemen a valuable present. But such was his reputation

for honor that for a time no man could be found who dared offer it to

him; and when at length the offer was made he went to Sparta himself,

and advised its nobles, if they wanted any one to bribe, to let it not

be good men, but those ill citizens whose seditious voices needed to be

silenced.



In the end Sparta was destined to suffer at the hands of its

incorruptible ally, it having revolted from the League. Philopoemen

marched into Laconia, led his army unopposed to Sparta, and took

possession of that famous seat of Mars, within which no hostile foot had

hitherto been set. He razed its walls to the ground, put to death those

who had stirred the city to rebellion, and took away a great part of its

territory, which he gave to Megalopolis. Those who had been made

citizens of Sparta by tyrants he drove from the country, and three

thousand who refused to go he sold into slavery; and, as a further

insult, with the money received from their sale he built a colonnade at

Megalopolis.



Finally, as a death-blow to Spartan power, he abolished the time-honored

laws of Lycurgus, under which that city had for centuries been so great,

and forced the people to educate their children and live in the same

manner as the Achaeans. Thus ended the glory of Sparta. Some time

afterwards its citizens resumed their old laws and customs, but the city

had sunk from its high estate, and from that time forward vanished from

history.



At length, being then seventy years of age, misfortune came to this

great warrior and ended his warlike career. An enemy of his had induced

the Messenians to revolt from the Achaean League. At once the old

soldier, though lying sick with a fever at Argos, rose from his bed, and

reached Megalopolis, fifty miles away, in a day. Putting himself at the

head of an army, he marched to meet the foe. In the fight that followed

his force was driven back, and he became separated from his men in his

efforts to protect the rear. Unluckily his horse stumbled in a stony

place, and he was thrown to the ground and stunned. The enemy, who were

following closely, at once made him prisoner, and carried him, with

insult and contumely, and with loud shouts of triumph, to the city

gates, through which the very tidings of his coming had once driven a

triumphant foe.



The Messenians rapidly turned from anger to pity for their noble foe,

and would probably have in the end released him, had time been given

them. But Dinocrates, their general and his enemy, resolved that

Philopoemen should not escape from his hands. He confined him in a

close prison, and, learning that his army had returned and were

determined upon his rescue, decided that that night should be

Philopoemen's last.



The prisoner lay--not sleeping, but oppressed with grief and trouble--in

his prison cell, when a man entered bearing poison in a cup.

Philopoemen sat up, and, taking the cup, asked the man if he had heard

anything of the Achaean horsemen.



"The most of them got off safe," said the man.



"It is well," said Philopoemen, with a cheerful look, "that we have

not been in every way unfortunate."



Then, without a word more, he drank the poison and lay down again. As he

was old and weak from his fall, he was quickly dead.



The news of his death filled all Achaea with lamentation and thirst for

revenge. Messenia was ravaged with fire and sword till it submitted.

Dinocrates and all who had voted for Philopoemen's death killed

themselves to escape death by torture. All Achaea mourned at his funeral,

statues were erected to his memory, and the highest honors decreed to

him in many cities. In the words of Pausanias, a late Greek writer,

"Miltiades was the first, and Philopoemen the last, benefactor to the

whole of Greece."



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