There was a promontory in Acarnania called Leucate,* on the top of which was a little temple dedicated to Apollo. In this temple it was usual for despairing lovers to make their vows in secret, and afterward to fling themselves from the top of the precipice into the sea, where they were sometimes taken up alive. This place was therefore called the Lover’s Leap; and whether or no the fright they had been in, or the resolution that could push them to so dreadful a remedy, or the bruises which they often received in their fall, banished all the tender sentiments of love, and gave their spirits another turn; those who had taken this leap were observed never to relapse into that passion. Sappho tried the cure, but perished in the experiment.*
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* That is, the Lefcadian cliffs, a tall finger of land which projects southwest from Lefkáda (Lefkas), one of the Ionian Islands. Leucātē is the Latin form, used e.g. by Virgil in Book III of his Aeneid: “Soon the cloud-capt summits of Mount Leucate open to our view, and the temple of Apollo, dreaded by seamen”. A lighthouse now tops the cape. Acarnania is a region of western Greece, north of the Gulf of Patras.
* In Issue 233 (Tuesday November 27th, 1711) Addison pretended to translate fragments of an ancient document kept at the Temple of Apollo in which Sappho’s fateful leap (among others’) was recorded for posterity. Sappho entered the temple wearing a garland of myrtle and a bridal gown white as snow, said the fictitious record. She hung her harp upon the altar, marched defiantly to the precipice, and after repeating some of her own poetry (‘which we could not hear’) leapt into the sea. Some said afterwards that she had been changed into a swan as she fell; others said it was just her gown billowing in the wind. Addison did not put any of this nonsense into the original, which would have pleased Charles Dickens: see Presumption and Innocence. But he seems to have been worried that love-struck readers might take the legend (and themselves) too seriously. ‘Ridicule, perhaps, is a better expedient against love than sober advice’ he explained.