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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 frowns,
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,
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 sturdy 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!


It can hardly be necessary to remind any | rhus, King of Epirus, came to their help witn 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 Anticch 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 hy Greek science, seemed as incredible as it which it was decreed that his city should at would now seem that the Burmese or the Siamiain. 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 countrynerally occupy the most conspicuous place in men were irresistible in war; and this convicthe prediction. There is nothing strange in the tion had emboldened them to treat with the supposition that the poet who was employed to grossest indignity one whom they regarded as celebrate the first great triumph of the Romans the representative of an interior 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 greai 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 intheir theatre, where he addressed them in such trenchment, 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 tu stage as if he had been a bad actor. As the those of the captains who were opposed to 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-moving decency, and bespattered the senatorial gown mountains, with long snakes for hands.* But trith 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 fiable. At ler.gih 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 io 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 ras completely defcat. Rome, in consequence of this insult, declared ed. He repassed ihe 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


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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, two hundred and fifty 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 espe. nificence 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 could exhibit were flocks and but pre-eminence in all the qualities which fil 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 Lalin 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 Ennius, 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- cxpected, 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, ihan 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 far 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.




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 che throne of Aventine. Sla:n is the Pontiff Camers,

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

The mother to the tomb."

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.

in Alba's lake no fisher

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

Today no axe is ringing:
The yoke hangs o'er the manger:

'The scythe lies in the bay:

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 Carys,

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.

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.

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.

“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.

“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-wolf'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

“The ox toils through the furrow,

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.

“ But thy nurse will hear no master,

Thy nurse will bear no load.

On the left side goes Remus,

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

And on the point a headA 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."

9. Two and two behind the twins

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

With club, and are, 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,

And wo to them that shear her,

And wo to them that goad! When all the pack, loud baying,

Her bloody lair surrounds, She dies in silence biting hard, Amidst the dying hounds.

18. “ Pomona loves the orchard;

And Liber loves the vine; And Pales loves the straw-built shed

Warm with the breath of kine; And Venus loves the whispers

Of plighted youth and maid, In April's ivory moonlight

Beneath the chestnut shade.

The beast on whom the castle

With all its guards doth stand, The beast who hath between his eyes

The serpent for a hand. First march the bold Epirotes,

Wedged close with shield and spear; And the ranks of false Tarentum

Are glittering in the rear.


“The ranks of false Tarentum

Like hunted sheep shall tly: In vain the bold Epiroles

Shall round their standards die: And Apennine's gray vultures

Shall have a noble feast On the fat and on the eyes

of the huge earth-shaking beast.


26. “ Hurrah! for the good weapons

That keep the War-god's land. Hurrah! for Rome's stout pilum

In a stout Roman hand. Hurrah! for Rome's short broadswort,

That through the thick array Of levelled spears and serried shields Hews deep its gory way.

27. “Hurrah! for the great triumph

That stretches many a mile. Hurrah! for the wan captives

That pass in endless file. Ho! bold Epirotes, whither

Hath the Red King ta'en flight? Ho! dogs of salse Tarentum,

Is not the gown washed white ?

• But thy father loves the clashing

Of broadsword and of shield:
He loves to drink the stream that reeks

From the fresh battle-field:
He smiles a smile more dreadful

Than his own dreadful frown, (smoke When he sees the thick black cloud of Go up from the conquered town.

“ And such as is the War-god,

The author of thy line,
And such as she who suckled thee,

Even such be thou and thine.
Leave to the soft Campanian

His baths and his perfumes; Leave to the sordid race of Tyre

Their dyeing-vats and looms;
Leave to the sons of Carthage

The rudder and the oar:
Leave to the Greek his marble Nymphs
And scrolls of wordy lore.

• Thine, Roman, is the pilum:

Roman, the sword is thine,
The even trench, the bristling mound,

The legion's ordered line ;
And thine the wheels of triumph,

Which with their laurelled train
Move slowly up the shouting streets
To Jove's eternal fane.

22. Beneath thy yoke the Volscian

Shall veil his lofty brow: Soft Capua's curled revellers

Before thy chair shall bow:
The Lucumoes of Arnus

Shall quake thy rods to see:
And the proud Samnite's heart of steel
Shall yield to only thee.

"The Gaul shall come against thee

From the land oi snow and night; Thou shalt give his fair-haired armies To the raven and the kite.

24. The Greek shall come against thee,

The conqueror of the East. Beside him stalks to battle

The huge earth-shaking beast,

28. “Hurrah! for the great triumph

That stretches many a mile. Hurrah! for the rich dye of Tyre,

And the fine web of Nile, The helmets gay with plumage

Torn from the pheasant's wings, The belts set thick with starry gems

That shone on Indian kings, The urns of massy silver,

The goblets rough with gold, The many-coloured tablets bright

With loves and wars of old, The stone that breathes and struggles,

The brass that seems to speak; Such cunning they who dwell on high

Have given unto the Greek.

29. “Hurrah! for Manius Curius,

The bravest son of Rome, Thrice in utmost need sem forth,

Thrice drawn in triumph home. Weave, weave, for Manius Curius

The third embroidered gown: Make ready the third lofty car,

And twine the third green crown; And yoke the steeds of Rosea

With necks like a bended bow ; And deck the bull, Mevania's bull,

The bull as white as snow.

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