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And how my darling loved me! How glad she was to hear
My footsteps on the threshold when I came back last year!
And how she danced with pleasure to see my civic crown,
And took my sword, and hung it up, and brought me forth my gown!
Now, all those things are over-yes, all thy pretty ways,
Thy needlework, thy prattle, thy snatches of old lays;
And none will grieve when I go forth, or smile when I return,
Or watch beside the old man's bed, or weep upon his urn.
The house that was the happiest within the Roman walls,
The house that envied not ihe wealth of Capua's marble halls,
Now, for the brightness of thy smile, must have eternal gloom,
And for the music of thy voice, the silence of the tomb.
The time is come. See how he points his eager hand this way!
See how his eyes gloat on thy grief, like a kite's upon the prey !
With all his wit, he little deems, that, spurned, betrayed, beresi,
Thy father hath in his despair one fearful refuge lefi.
He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save
Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave;
Yea, and from nameless evil, that passeth taunt and blow-
Foul outrage which thou know'st not, which thou shalt never know,
Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me one more kiss;
And now, mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this.”
With that he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side,
And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob she died.

Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath ;
And through the crowded Forum was stillness as of death ;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the Volscians were coming o'er the wall.
Some with averted faces shrieking fled home amain;
Some ran to call a leech; and some ran to lift the slain :
Some felt her lips and little wrist, if life might there be found;
And some tore up their garments fast, and strove to stanch the wound.
In vain they ran, and fell, and stanched; for never truer blow
That good right arm had dealt in fight against a Volscian foe.

When Appius Claudius saw that deed, he shuddered and sank down,
And hid his face some little space with the corner of his gown,
Till, with white lips and bloodshot eyes, Virginius tottered nigh,
And stood before the judgment-seat, and held the knife on high.
“Oh! dwellers in the nether gloom, avengers of the slain,
By this dear blood I cry to you, do right between us twain;
And even as Appius Claudius hath dealt by me and mine,
Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line !"
So spake the slayer of his child, and turned, and went his way;
But first he cast one haggard glance to where the body lay,
And writhed, and groaned a fearful groan; and then, with steadfast lees
Strode right across the market-place unto the Sacred Street.

Then up sprang Appius Claudius: "Stop him; alive or dead!
Ten thousand pounds of copper to the man who brings his head."
He looked upon his clients, but none would work his will.
He looked upon his lictors, but they trembled and stood still.
And, as Virginius through the press his way in silence clest,
Ever the mighty multitude fell back to right and left.
And he hath passed in safety unto his woful home,
And there ta'en horse to tell the camp what deeds are done in Rome

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By this the food of people was swollen from every side,
And streets and porches round were filled with that o'erflowing uide
And close around the body gathered a little train
Or them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they uplifted her, and gently laid her down.
The face of Appius Claudius wore the Claudian scowl and sneer,
And in the Claudian note he cried, “What doth this rabble here !
Have they no crafts to mind at home, that hitherward they stray!
Ho! lictors, clear the market-place, and fetch the corpse away!"
Till then the voice of pity and fury was not loud,

But a deep sullen murmur wandered among the crowd
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Like the moaning noise that goes before the whirlwind on the deep,
Or the growl of a fierce watch-dog but half-aroused from sleep.
But when the lictors at that word, tall yeomen all and strong,
Each with his axe and sheaf of twigs, went down into the throng,
Those old men say, who saw that day of sorrow and of sin,
That in the Roman Forum was never such a din.
The wailing, hooting, cursing, the howls of grief and hate,
Were heard beyond the Pincian hill, beyond the Latin gate.
But close around the body, where stood the little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain,
No cries were there, but teeth set fast, low whispers, and black frorns,
And breaking up of benches, and girding up of gowns.
"Twas well the lictors might not pierce to where the maiden lay,
Else surely had they been all twelve torn limb from limb that day.
Right glad they were to struggle back, blood streaming from their heads,
With axes all in splinters, and raiment all in shreds.
Then Appius Claudius gnawed his lip, and the blood left his cheek;
And thrice he beckoned with his hand, and thrice he strove to speak;
And thrice the tossing Forum sent up a frightful yell-
"See, see, thou dog! what thou hast done; and hide thy shame in hell!
Thou that wouldst make our maidens slaves, must first make slaves of mer
Tribunes !-Hurrah for Tribunes! Down with the wicked Ten!"
And straightway, thick as hailstones, came whizzing through the air
Pebbles, and bricks, and potsherds, all round the curule chair:
And upon Appius Claudius great fear and trembling came;
For never was a Claudius yet brave against aught but shame.
Though the great houses love us not, we own, to do them right,
That the great houses, all save one, have borne them well in fight
Still Caius of Corioli, his triumphs and his wrongs,
His vengeance and his mercy, live in our camp-fire songs.
Beneath the yoke of Furius oft have Gaul and Tuscan bowed;
And Rome may bear the pride of him of whom herself is proud.
But evermore a Claudius shrinks from a stricken field,

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And changes colour like a maid at sight of sword and shield.
The Claudian triumphs all were won within the City-towers;
The Claudian yoke was never pressed on any necks but ours.
A Cossus, like a wild cat, springs ever at the face;
A Fabius rushes like a boar against the shouting chase;
But the vile Claudian litter, raging with currish spite,
Still yelps and snaps at those who run, still runs from those who smite.
So now 'twas seen of Appius. When stones began to fly,
He shook, and crouched, and wrung his hands, and smote upon his thigh
“ Kind clients, honest lictors, stand by me in this fray!
Must I be torn in pieces? Home, home the nearest way !"
While yet he spake, and looked around with a bewildered stare,
Four slurdy lictors put their necks beneath the curule chair;
And fourscore clients on the left, and fourscore on the right,
Arrayed themselves with swords and staves, and loins girt up for fight.
But, though without or staff or sword, so furious was the throng,
That scarce the train with might and main could bring their lord along
Twelve times the crowd made at him; five times they seized his gown;
Small chance was his to rise again, if once they got him down:
And sharper came the pelting; and evermore the yell-
Tribunes! we will have Tribunes !"-rose with a louder swell:
And the chair tossed as tosses a bark with tattered sail,
When raves the Adriatic beneath an eastern gale,
When the Calabrian sea-marks are lost in clouds of spume,
And the great Thunder-Cape has donned his veil of inky gloom.
One stone hit Appius in the mouth, and one beneath the ear;
And ere he reached Mount Palatine, he swooned with pain and fear.
His cursed head, that he was wont to hold so high with pride,
Now, like a drunken man's, hung down, and swayed from side to side ;
And when his stout retainers had brought him to his door,
His face and neck were all one cake of filth and clotted gore.
As Appius Claudius was that day, so may his grandson be!
God send Rome one such other sight, and send me there to see!

THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS.

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Ir can hardly be necessary to remind any | rhus, King of Epirus, came to their help wiin reader that, according to the popular tradition, a large army; and, for the first time, the two Romulus, after he had slain his grand-uncle great nations of antiquity were fairly matched Amulius, and restored his grandfather Numi- against each other. tor, determined to quit Alba, the hereditary do- The fame of Greece in arms, as well as in main of the Sylvian princes, and to found a arts, was then at the height. Half a century new city. The gods, it was added, vouchsafed earlier, the career of Alexander had excited the clearest signs of the favour with which the admiration and terror of all nations from they regarded the enterprise, and of the high the Ganges to the Pillars of Hercules. Royal destinies reserved for the young colony. houses, founded by Macedonian captains, still

This event was likely to be a favourite theme reigned at Antioch and Alexandria. Thai ba:of the old Latin minstrels. They would natu- barian warriors, led by barbarian chiefs, should rally attribute the project of Romulus to some win a pitched battle against Greek valour guiddivine intimation of the power and prosperity ed by Greek science, seemed as incredible as it which it was decreed that his city should at would now seem that the Burmese or the Siamtain. They would probably introduce seers ese should, in the open plain, put to flight an foretelling the victories of unborn Consuls and equal number of the best English troops. The Dictators, and the last great victory would ge- Tarentines were convinced that their country. nerally occupy the most conspicuous place in men were irresistible in war; and this convic. the prediction. There is nothing strange in the lion had emboldened them to treat with the supposition that the poet who was employed to grossesi indignity one whom they regarded as celebrate the first great triumph of the Romans the representative of an inferior race. Of the over the Greeks might throw his song of exulta- Greek generals then living, Pyrrhus was intion into this form.

disputably the first. Among the troops who The occasion was one likely to excite the were trained in the Greek discipline, his Epistrongest feelings of national pride. A great rotes ranked high. His expedition to Italy was outrage had been followed by a great retribu- a turning-point in the history of the world. He tion. Seven years before this time, Lucius Pos- found there a people who, far inferior to the thumius Megellus, who sprang from one of the Athenians and Corinthians in the fine arts, in noblest houses of Rome, and had been thrice the speculative sciences, and in all the refineConsul, was sent ambassador to Tarentum, with ments of life, were the best soldiers on the face charge to demand reparation for grievous in- of the earth. Their arms, their gradations of juries. The Tarentines gave him audience in rank, their order of battle, their method of in. their theatre, where he addressed them in such irenchment, were all of Latian origin, and had Greek as he could command, which, we may all been gradually brought near to perfection, well believe, was not exactly such as Cineas not by the study of foreign models, but by the would have spoken. An exquisite sense of the genius and experience of many generations ridiculous belonged to the Greek character; of great native cominanders. The first words and closely connected with this faculty was a which broke from the king, when his practised strong propensity to flippancy and imperti- eye had surveyed the Roman encampment,

When Posthumius placed an accent were full of meaning:-" These barbarians," wrong, his hearers burst into a laugh. When he he said, “ have nothing barbarous in their mili remonstrated, they hooted him, and called him tary arrangements.” He was at first victoribarbarian; and at length hissed him off the ous; for his own talents were superior iu stage as if he had been a bad actor. As the those of the captains who were opposed 10 grave Roman retired, a buffoon, who, from his him, and the Romans were not prepared for the constant drunkenness, was nicknamed the Pint onset of the elephants of the East, which were pot, came up with gestures of the grossest in- then for the first time seen in Italy—inoving decency, and bespattered the senatorial gown mountains, with long snakes for hands. But with filth. Posthumius turned round to the the victories of the Epirotes were fiercely dismultitude and held up the gown, as if appeal- puted, dearly purchased, and altogether unproing to the universal law of nations. The sight fitable. At lergth Manius Curius Dentatus, only increased the insolence of the Tarentines. who had in his first consulship won two triThey clapped their hands, and set up a shout umphs, was again placed at the head of the of laughter which shook the theatre. “Men Roman Commonwealth, and sent to encounter of Tarentum," said Posthumius, “it will take the invaders. A great battle was fought near not a little blood to wash this gown."*

Beneventum. Pyrrhus was completely defeatRome, in consequence of this insult, declared ed. He repassed the sea; and the world learned war against the Tarentines. The Tarentines with amazement that a people had been dis sought for allies beyond the Ionian sea. Pyr

nence.

* Dion. Hal. De Legationibus.

Anguimanus is the old Latin epithet for an elepham Lucretius, ii. 538, v. 1302.

covered who, in fair fighting, were superior to first Punic war to a triumphant close. It is the best troops that had been drilled on the impossible to recapitulate the names of these system of Parmenio and Antigonus.

eminent citizens without reflecting that they The conquerors had a good right to exult were all, without exception, Plebeians, and in their success, for their glory was all their would, but for the ever memorable struggle own. They had not learned from their enemy maintained by Caius Lucinius and Lucius how to conquer him. It was with their own Sextius, have been doomed to hide in obscu. national arms, and in their own national battle- rity, or to waste in civil broils, the capacity array, that they had overcome weapons and and energy which prevailed against Pyrrhus tactics long believed to be invincible. The and Hamilcar. pilum and the broadsword had vanquished the On such a day we may suppose that the Macedonian spear. The legion had broken the patriotic enthusiasm of a Latin poet would Macedonian phalanx. Even the elephants, vent itself in reiterated shouts of lo triumphe, when the surprise produced by their first ap- such as were uttered by Horace on a far less pearance was over, could cause no disorder in exciting occasion, and in boasts resembling the steady yet flexible battalions of Rome. those which Virgil, iwo hundred and fisty years

It is said by Florus, and may easily be be- later, put into the mouth of Anchises. The lieved, that the triumph far surpassed in mag. superiority of some foreign nations, and espenificence any that Rome had previously seen. cially of the Greeks, in the lazy arts of peace, The only spoils which Papirius Cursor and would be admitted with disdainful candour; Fabius Maximus cou'd exhibit flocks and but pre-eminence in all the qualities which fit herds, wagons of rude structure, and heaps of a people to subdue and govern mankind would spears and helmets. But now, for the first be claimed for the Romans. time, the riches of Asia and the arts of Greece The following lay belongs to the latest age adorned a Roman pageant. Plate, fine stuffs, of Latin ballad-poetry. Nævius and Livius costly furniture, rare animals, exquisite paint. | Andronicus were probably among the children ings and sculptures, formed part of the pro- whose mothers held them up to see the chariot cession. At the banquet would be assembled of Curius go by. The minstrel who sang on a crowd of warriors and statesmen, among that day might possibly have lived to read the whom Manius Curius Dentatus would take the first hexameters of Eunius, and to see the first highest room. Caius Fabricius Luscinus, then, comedies of Plautus. His poem, as might be after two consulships and two triumphs, Cen-expected, shows a much wider acquaintance sor of the Commonwealth, would doubtless oc- with the geography, manners, and productions cupy a place of honour at the board. In situa- of remote nations, than would have been found tions less conspicuous probably lay some of in compositions of the age of Camillus. But those who were, a few years later, the terror he troubles himself little about dates; and of Carthage; Caius Duilius, the founder of the having heard travellers talk with admiration maritime greatness of his country; Marcus of the Colossus of Rhodes, and of the strucAtilius Regulus, who owed to defeat a renown tures and gardens with which the Macedonian {ar higher than that which he had derived from kings of Syria had embellished their residence his victories; and Caius Lutatius Catulus, who, on the banks of the Orontes, he has never while suffering from a grievous wound, fought thought of inquiring whether these things ex. The great battle of the Ægates, and brought the 'isted in the age of Romulus.

THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS.

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BECOND TIME CONSUL, TRIUMPHED OVER KING PYRRHUS AND TIE TARENTINES, IN THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCCLXXIX.

Through all the Alban villages

No work is done to-day.

1. Now slain is King Amulius,

of the great Sylvian line, Who reigned in Alba Longa,

Op he throne of Aventine. S'a:n is the Pontiff Camers,

Who spake the words of doom : “ The children to the Tiber,

The mother to the tomb."

3.
And every Alban burgher

Hath donned his whitest gown;
And every head in Alba

Weareth a poplar crown;
And every Alban door-post

With boughs and flowers is gay;
For to-day the dead are living;

The lost are found to-day.

2.
in Alba's lake no fisher

His net to-day is flinging:
On the dark rind of Alba's oaks

To-day no axe is ringing:
The yoke hangs o'er the manger :

The scythe lies in the hay:

4. They were doomed by a bloody king:

They were donmed by a lying priest.

They were cast on the raging flood :

They were tracked by the raging beast. Raging beast and raging flood

Alike have spared the prey; And to-day the dead are living

The lost are found to-day.

5. The troubled river knew them,

And smoothed his yellow foam,
And gently rocked the cradle

That bore the fate of Rome.
The ravening she-wolf knew them,

And licked them o'er and o'er,
And gave them of her own fierce milk,

Rich with raw flesh and gore. Twenty winters, twenty springs,

Since then have rolled away; And to-day the dead are living,

The lost are found to-day.

And maids who shriek to see the heads, Yet, shrieking, press more nigh.

10. So they marched along the lake;

They marched by fold and stall, By corn-field and by vineyard, Unto the old man's hall.

11. In the hall-gate sate Capys,

Capys, the sightless seer;
From head to foot he trembled

As Romulus drew near.
And up stood stiff his thin white hair,

And his blind eyes flashed fire : “Hail! foster child of the wondrous nurse!

Hail! son of the wondrous sire!

6. Blithe it was to see the twins,

Right goodly youths and tall, Marching from Alba Longa

To their old grandsire's hall. Along their path fresh garlands

Are hung from tree to tree : Before them stride the pipers,

Piping a note of glee.

12. “But thou—what dost thou here

In the old man's peaceful hall ?
What doth the eagle in the coop,

The bison in the stall ?
Our corn fills many a garner;

Our vines clasp many a tree;
Our flocks are white on many a hill;

But these are not for thee.

7. On the right goes Romulus,

With arms to the elbows red, And in his hand a broadsword,

And on the blade a headA head in an iron helmet,

With horse hair hanging down, A shaggy head, a swarthy head,

Fixed in a ghastly frownThe head of King Amulius

of the great Sylvian line, Who reigned in Alba Longa,

On the throne of Aventine.

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8. On the left side goes Remus,

With wrists and fingers red, And in his hand a boar-spear,

And on the point a head A wrinkled head and aged,

With silver beard and hair, And holy fillets round it,

Such as the pontiffs wearThe head of ancient Camers,

Who spake the words of doom: “'The children to the Tiber,

The mother to the tomb."

13.
“For thee no treasure ripens

In the Tartessian mine:
For thee no ship brings precious bales

Across the Lybian brine:
Thou shalt not drink from amber;

Thou shalt not rest on down;
Arabia shall not steep thy locks,
Nor Sidon tinge thy gown.

14.
“ Leave gold and myrrh and jewels,

Rich table and soft bed,
To them who of man's seed are born,

Whom woman's milk hath fed.
Thou wast not made for lucre,

For pleasure, nor for rest; [loins, Thou that art sprung from the War.gol's And hast tugged at the she-woll's breast

15. “From sunrise until sunset

All earth shall hear thy fame:
A glorious city thou shalt build,

And name it by thy name :
And there, unquenched through ages,

Like Vesta's sacred fire,
Shall live the spirit of thy nurse,
The spirit of thy sire

16.
“The ox toils through the furrcw,

Obedient to the goad;
The patient ass, up flinty paths,

Plods with his weary load:
With whine and bound the spaniet

His master's whistle hears,
And the sheep yields her patiently
To the loud clashing shears.

17.
“But thy nurse will hear no master,
Thy nurse will bear no load.

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9. Two and two behind the twins

Their trusty comrades go, Four-and-twenty valiant men,

With club, and axe, and bow. On each side every hamlet

Pours forth its joyous crowd, Shouting lads, and baying dogs,

And children laughing loud, And old men weeping fondly

As Rhea's boys go by,

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