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A meeting of conspirators was held
Catiline. [rising calmly]. Conscript fathers!
Cic. [interrupting him]. Deeds shall convince you! Has the traitor done?
Cat. But this I will avow, that I have scorned,
The gates of honor on me,-turning out
The Roman from his birthright; and for what? [Looking round. To fling your offices to every slave;
Vipers that creep where man disdains to climb;
And having wound their loathsome track to the top
Of this huge moldering monument of Rome,
Hang hissing at the nobler man below.
Cic. This is his answer! Must I bring more proofs?
[A cry is heard without-" More prisoners!" An officer enters with letters for CICERO; who, after glancing at them, sends them round the Senate. CATILINE is strongly perturbed. Cic. Fathers of Rome! If man can be convinced
By proof, as clear as daylight, here it is!
I Plebeian, (ple bè'yan), one of the common people or lower ranks of men ;-usually applied to the common people of ancient Rome.
Look on these letters! Here's a deep-laid plot
Is desperate, all the slaves are up ;-Rome shakes!
Is foremost in the league. He was their king.
Cat. [haughtily rising]. Come, consecrated lictors, from your
[To the Senate.
Fling down your scepters :-take the rod and ax,
[The officer gives it to the CONSUL.]
[To an officer.
Cat. Banished from Rome! What's banished, but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe?
"Tried and convicted traitor!" Who says this?
Smile on, my
I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes,
But here I stand and scoff you: here I fling
Your Consul's merciful. For this, all thanks.
[The Consul reads]:-"Lucius Sergius Catiline: by the
The Consul. Lictors, drive the traitor from the temple! Cat. [furious]. "Traitor!" I go-but I return. This-trial! Here I devote your Senate! I've had wrongs
To stir a fever in the blood of age,
Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel.
This day's the birth of sorrows!-this hour's work
Will breed proscriptions:-look to your hearths, my lords!
[The Senators rise in tumult and cry out, Go, enemy and parricide, from Rome!
Cic. Expel him, lictors! Clear the Senate-house!
[They surround him. Cat. [struggling through them]. I go, but not to leap the gulf alone.
I go-but when I come, 'twill be the burst
Of ocean in the earthquake-rolling back
In swift and mountainous ruin. Fare you well!
You build my funeral-pile, but your best blood
Shall quench its flame. Back, slaves! To the lictors.]-I will [He rushes out.]
CROLY. GEORGE CROLY, LL.D., for many years rector of St. Stephens, Walbrook, London, was born in Ireland, toward the close of the last century, and was educated at Trinity College, Dublin. Talented, and astonishingly industrious, he wrote much both in prose and verse. Among his productions are his tragedy of "Catiline;" his comedy of "Pride shall have a Fall;" "Salathiel," a romance; "Political Life of Burke;" "Tales of the Great St. Bernard," and "Marston." He was a correct and elegant poet. His prose style is clear, rich, idiomatic, and at times remarkably eloquent. He died in 1860.
125. SELECT PASSAGES IN VERSE.
REATHES there a man with soul so dead,
'Tăr ta rus, in Homer's Iliad, a place beneath the earth, as far below
Hades as heaven is above the earth, and closed by iron gates. Later poets
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned
From wandering on a foreign strand?
He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow:
Must look down on the hate of those below.
And far beneath the earth and ocean spread,
Contending tempests on his naked head;
I CARE not, Fortune, what you me deny;
You can not rob me of free Nature's grace;
Through which Aurora' shows her brightening face;
Let health my nerves and finer fibers brace,
describe this as the place of punishment in the lower world, also as Ilades, or the lower world in general.
1 Aurora, (â ro' rå), the goddess of the morning red. It is said, in my thology, at the close of every night she rose from the couch of her spouse,
Tithonus, and, on a chariot drawn by the swift horses Lampus and Phacthon, ascended up to heaven from the river Oceanus, to announce the coming light of the sun to gods as well as to mortals: hence, the dawning light; the morning.
IV. THE CAPTIVE'S DREAMS.-MRS. HEMANS.
I DREAM of all things free! of a gallant, gallant bark,
I follow some wild river, on whose breast no sail may be ;
V. WILLIAM TELL.-BRYANT.
CHAINS may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee,
TELL, of the iron heart! they could not tame!
That creed is written on the untrampled snow,
Thundered by torrents which no power can hold,
The bitter cup they mingled, strengthened thee
VI. TELL ON SWITZERLAND.-KNOWLES.1
ONCE Switzerland was free! With what a pride
'James Sheridan Knowles, an English poet, one of the most successful of modern actors and tragic dramatists, was born in Cork, Ireland, in 1784. His second play; " Virginius," appeared in 1820, and had an extraordinary run of success. All his plays have been collected and repub
lished, of which, perhaps, none is more deservedly popular than “Wil liam Tell," from which the above was extracted. A few years since, he became a zealous and eloquent preacher of the Baptist denomination. He died at Forquay, England, No vember 30th, 1862.