tavurn, holdin by a string the bottom of a brass kittle. He kawled me gentli with his hand. I went slola and slola up to him, he kammed my fearz, he said it was a gong. I saw the kussed thing. He said supper was reddy. OUT IN THE STREETS.-T. D. ENGLISH. The light is shining through the window-pane; Another casement, with the curtain drawn: There at the open window sits a man, All these have homes, and hope, and light, and cheer, The rain soaks through my clothing to the skin; You who betrayed me with a loving kiss, Whose very touch could thrill me through and throughWhen you first sought me, did you think of this? My curse-but why waste time in cursing you, Out in the streets? You are beyond my hatred now. You stand Above reproach; you know no wrong nor guile; Foremost among the worthies of the land, You have a daughter, young and innocent; How the cold rain benumbs my weary limbs? In the village church,-how peaceful now, and still, But why this vision of my early days? Why comes the church-door in the public way? What change is here? The night again grows warm; Why, where's my hunger? Left me in the storm?— ORATION AGAINST CATILINE.-CICERO. How long, O Catiline, wilt thou abuse our patience? How long shalt thou baffle justice in thy mad career? To what extreme wilt thou carry thy audacity? Art thou nothing daunted by the nightly watch, posted to secure the Palatium? Nothing, by the city guards? Nothing, by the rally of all good citizens? Nothing, by the assembling of the Senate in this fortified place? Nothing, by the averted looks of all here present? Seest thou not that all thy plots are exposed? that thy wretched conspiracy is laid bare to every man's knowledge, here in the Senate? that we are well aware of thy proceedings of last night; of the night be - fore; the place of meeting, the company convoked, the measures concerted? Alas, the times! Alas, the public morals! The senate understands all this. The Consul sees it. Yet the traitor lives! Lives? Ay, truly, and confronts us here in council, takes part in our deliberations, and, with his measuring eye, marks out each man of us for slaughter. And we all this while, strenuous that we are, think we have amply discharged our duty to the State if we but shun this madman's sword and fury. Long since, O Catiline, ought the Consul to have ordered thee to execution, and brought upon thy own head the ruin thou hast been meditating against others. There was that virtue once in Rome, that a wicked citizen was held more execrable than the deadliest foe. We have a law still, Catiline, for thee. Think not that we are powerless, because forbearing. We have a decree,-though it rests among our archives like a sword in its scabbard,-a decree by which thy life would be made to pay the forfeit of thy crimes. And, should I order thee to be instantly seized and put to death, I make just doubt whether all good men would not think it done rather too late than any man too cruelly. But, for good reasons, I will yet defer the blow long since deserved Then will I doom thee, when no man is found so lost, so wicked, nay, so like thyself, but shall confess that it was justly dealt. While there is one man that dares defend thee, live! But thou shalt live so beset, so surrounded, so scrutinized, by the vigilant guards that I have placed around thee, that thou shalt not stir a foot against the Republic, without my knowledge. There shall be eyes to detect thy slightest movement, and ears to catch thy wariest whisper, of which thou shalt not dream. The darkness of night shall not cover thy treason,—the walls of privacy shall not stifle its voice. Baffled on all sides, thy most secret counsels clear as noonday, what canst thou now have in view? Proceed, plot, conspire, as thou wilt; there is nothing you can contrive, nothing you can propose, nothing you can attempt, which I shall not know, hear, and promptly understand. Thou shalt soon be made aware that I am even more active in providing for the preservation of the state, than thou in plotting its destruction. W* CATILINE'S DEFIANCE.-GEORGE CROLY. Conscript Fathers: I do not rise to waste the night in words; But here I stand for right,-let him show proofs,- But this I will avow, that I have scorned To fling your offices to every slave! Vipers, that creep where man disdains to climb, Come, consecrated Lictors, from your thrones; (To the Senate.) Fling down your sceptres; take the rod and axe, Banished from Rome! What's banished, but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe? "Tried and convicted traitor!" Who says this? Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head? Banished! I thank you for't. It breaks my chain! To leave you in your lazy dignities. But here I stand and scoff you! here I fling "Traitor!" I go; but, I return! This-tria.! 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. Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my Lords! I go; but not to leap the gulf alone. 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 return. HIS EYE WAS STERN AND WILD. His eye was stern and wild,-his cheek was pale and cold as clay; Upon his tightened lip a smile of fearful meaning lay; He mused awhile, but not in doubt,—no trace of doubt was there; It was the steady, solemn pause of resolute despair. Once more he looked upon the scroll,-once more its words he read, Then calmly, with unflinching hand, its folds before him spread. I saw him bare his throat, and seize the blue, cold, gleaming steel, And grimly try the tempered edge he was so soon to feel. cast; |