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Nor lacks he fit attendance; for close behind his heels,
Of all the wicked ten still the names are held accursed, And of all the wicked ten Appius With outstretched chin and crouching Claudius was the worst. pace, the client Marcus steals,
He stalked along the forum like King His loins girt up to run with speed, be the errand what it may,
Tarquin in his pride; Twelve axes waited on him, six And the smile flickering on his cheek marching on a side; for aught his lord may say. Where'er ye shed the honey the buzzing flies will crowd,
Where'er ye fling the carrion the raven's croak is loud,
The townsmen shrank to right and left, and eyed askance with fear His lowering brow, his curling mouth, which always seemed to sneer. That brow of hate, that mouth of scorn marks all the kindred still, For never was there Claudius yet but And wheresoe'er such lord is found wished the commons ill. such client still will be.
Where'er down Tiber garbage floats, the greedy pike ye see,
5. Macaulay then describes the seizing of Virginia by Marcus as she was passing through the market-place, the commotion among the people, and the spirited but vain appeal which young Icilius, the lover of Virginia, made to the people to rise and free themselves from the power of their oppressors. After a mock investigation, held by Appius in the Roman forum a few days later, the tyrant was on the point of taking possession of the maiden, when her father, who had in the mean time come from the army to protect his child, begged permission to take leave of her and speak a few words to her in private:
Straightway Virginius led the maid a
little space aside,
To where the reeking shambles stood,
And then his eyes grew very dim and
Oh how I loved my darling! Though
Leaps down to the great sewer the To thee, thou know'st, I was not so. gurgling stream of blood.
Who could be so to thee?
Hard by a flesher on a block had laid And how my darling loved me! How
his whittle down;
glad she was to hear
came back last year!
Virginius caught the whittle up and My footstep on the threshold, when I
hid it in his gown;
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 the wealth of Capua's marble halls,
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
Till, with white lips and bloodshot
By this dear blood I cry to you, do
And even as Appius Claudius hath dealt by me and mine,
Now, for the brightness of thy smile, Deal you by Appius Claudius and all
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, bereft,
Thy father hath in his despair one fearful refuge left.
the Claudian line!"
So spake the slayer of his child, and
'Stop him, alive or dead!
Ten thousand pounds of copper to the man who brings his head!"
He little deems that in this hand I Then up sprang Appius Claudius: 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 blowFoul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know. Then clasp me round the neck once
more and give me one more kiss; And now, my own dear little girl, there is no way but this."
He looked upon his clients, but none
He looked upon his lictors, but they
With that he lifted high the steel and And he hath passed in safety unto his
smote her in the side,
And in her blood she sank to earth, And there ta'en horse to tell the camp
and with one sob she died.
what deeds are done in Rome.
10. The people gathered around the dead body, and when laudius attempted to disperse them a furious onset was made upon the lictors, who were driven back severely wounded and with garments torn in shreds. A rush was then made at Appius himself; but when the people could not reach him, owing to the crowd of his dependents who gathered around him, they resorted to other means of assault:
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 to pieces? Home
home the nearest way!"
While yet he spake and looked around
with a bewildered air,
Four sturdy lictors put their necks
beneath the curule chair,
"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.
And fourscore clients on the left, and One stone hit Appius on the mouth fourscore on the right,
Arrayed themselves with swords and
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
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 God send Rome one such other sight, evermore the yelland send me there to see.
SELECT ETYMOLOGIES.-Adhere: L. ad and hœ'reo, hæ'sum, to stick: v. HESITATE.. Betray: A. S. be and L. tra'do (=trans-do), trad'itum, to give up or over; F. trahir; fr. trans and do, I give; h., tradition, traitor, etc.: v. DATE. . . . Darling: A. S. deorling, dim. of deor, dear. Decemvir: L. de'cem, ten, vir, a man.... Disperse : L. disper'go, disper'sum, to scatter about; fr. dis and spar'go, spar'sum, to strew; h., a-sperse (a=ad), inter-sperse, sparse, etc. Forum: a market-place in Rome; fr. L. for'is, out of doors. Impeach: F. empêcher (ang-pā'shā), to hinder; supposed to be fr. the L. imped'ico, I entangle. . . . Infamous: in
not, and famous; fr. L. fa'ma the talk of the many; h., de-fame, etc. . . . Investigate: L. inves'tigo, I track; fr. in, upon, vesti'gium, a footstep; h., vestige. Moment: L. momentum, a balancing motion; a very small portion of anything; fr. mov'eo, I move: v. MOVE. . . . Oppress: L. op'primo, I press against; fr. op=ob and prem'o, pres'sum, to press; h., compress, de-press, ex-press im-press, imprima'tur (let it be printed), im-print, press, print, re-press, re-primand, sup-press. ... Plebeian: L. ple-be'ius ; fr. plebs, plebis, the common people. Presence: L. præsen'tia, a being before or in view; fr. prœ and ens, en'tis, p. pr. of es'se, to be. . . . Refuge : L. refù'gium; fr. re, back, and fù'gio, fu'gitum, to flee; h., centri-fugal (flying from the centre), fugitive, subter-fuge, etc. . . . Tribunal : L. tribu'nus, the chief of a tribe; fr. trib'us, a tribe. . . . Whittle: A. S. hwittl, a little knife.
THE LAPSE OF TIME.
THE bell strikes one. We take no note of time
Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
How much is to be done! My hopes and fears
Oh the dark days of vanity! while here
The spirit walks of every day deceased
And smiles an angel, or a Fury frowns.
Nor death nor life delights us. If time past
At once he draws the sting of life and death;