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From where sweet Clanis1 wanders through corn and vines anl

flowers;

From where Cortona lifts to heaven her diadem of towers.

Tall are the oaks whose acorns drop in dark Auser's rill;
Fat are the stags that champ the boughs of the Ciminian hill;
Beyond all streams Clitumnus is to the herdsman dear;
Best of all pools the fowler loves the great Volsinian mere.

But now no stroke of woodman is heard by Auser's rill;
No hunter tracks the stag's green path up the Ciminian hill;
Unwatched along Clitumnus grazes the milk-white steer;
Unharmed the water-fowl may dip in the Volsinian mere.

The harvests of Arretium, this year old men shall reap;

This year, young boys in Umbro shall plunge the struggling sheep: And in the vats of Luna, this year, the must shall foam

Round the white feet of laughing girls, whose sires have marched to Rome.

There be thirty chosen prophets, the wisest of the land,
Who always by Lars Porsena both morn and evening stand;
Evening and morn the Thirty have turned the verses o'er,
Traced from the right on linen white by mighty seers of yore.

And with one voice the Thirty have their glad answer given :"Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena-go forth beloved of heaven! Go, and return in glory to Clusium's royal dome ;

And hang round Nurscia's altars the golden shields of Rome."

1 The Clanis (la Chiana) originally fell into the Tiber, but its current has been diverted into the Arno; and the valley now watered by it, once a pestilential swamp, is as fertile and salubrious a region as ever was the proverbially rich soil which it formerly intersected. "It stretches northward to the walls of Arezzo and the tower-crowned height of Cortona,” or Corythus, a Pelasgian, before it became an Etruscan, city, whose origin is hid in the mist of legendary antiquity.-See Dennis, ii. pp. 414, 415, 432-440.

2 Auser (the Serchiol, formerly a tributary of the Arno.-Ciminian hil!: "* the Ciminian forest," says Dennis, still, with its majestic oaks and chesnuts, vindicates its ancient reputation."-Dennis, i. 191. Umbro (Ombrone), southward, another tributary of the

Arno.

3 Clitumnus, in which the bulls sacrificed to Jupiter were bathed; its sulphureous waters were supposed to render them of snowy whiteness: Virg. Georg. ii. 146.- Polsinian Mere, the Lake of Bolsena, of which Dennis says, "the fish and wild fowl which abounded here of old have still undisturbed possession of its waters. Strabo, v. 226; Colum. R. R. viii. 16."-Dennis, i. 515.

4 Arretium seems to have been more renowned for its vineyards than its grain-crops.— Plin. xiv. 4, 7. It was one of the "twelve cities" of the confederation. Its modern representative, Arezzo, the birth-place of Petrarch, as the old one was of Macenas, is supposed to occupy a different site.-Dennis, ii. pp. 417-431.

Luna (Luni) produced the best wine in Etruria (Plin. xiv. 8, 51, as well as what we call the Carrara marble.

It does not appear that "thirty" was a regulating number in the ritual or polity of the Etruscans, though it, as be ng 10 x 3, was adhered to in the distribution of the Latin townships, and at Rome, in respect to both the plebeian tribus, and the patrician curiae. -The sacred books of the Tuscan diviners, which are often mentioned by ancient authors, might be, like some among the Romans, libri lintei (linen books), before the use of parchment or papyrus -Their alphabet, which is closely allied to those of the other old peoples of Italy and Greece, preserved the direction from right to left which characterised the Phenician prototype; and the symbols, both alphabetical and numerical, inverted the shape taken by them when running from left to right-See Dennis, i. pp. lvii. xlvi. Nortia, Nutia, Nursia, or, as here, Nurscia, an Etruscan goddess, who has been re

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Now, by your children's cradles, now, by your father's graves, Be men to-day, Quirites,2 or be for ever slaves!

For this did Servius3 give us laws? For this did Lucrece bleed?
For this was the great vengeance done on Tarquin's evil seed?
For this did those false sons make red the axes of their sire?
For this did Scævola's right hand hiss in the Tuscan fire?
Shall the vile fox-earth awe the race that stormed the lion's den ?5
Shall we who could not brook one lord, crouch to the wicked Ten?
Oh for that ancient spirit which curbed the Senate's will!
Oh for the tents which in old time whitened the Sacred Hill !6
In those brave days our fathers stood firmly side by side,-
They faced the Marcian' fury; they tamed the Fabian pride;
They drove the fiercest Quinctius an outcast forth from Rome;
They sent the haughtiest Claudius with shivered fasces home.
But what their care bequeathed us our madness flung away;
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was blighted in a day.8
Exult, ye proud Patricians! The hard-fought fight is o'er.
We strove for honour-'twas in vain; for freedom-'tis no more.
No crier to the polling summons the eager throng;

presented as analogous to Fortuna, to Minerva, and to Atropos, had a shrine at Volsinii, into which, as into one in the Roman Capitol, a nail was annually driven with religious solemnity, to serve the purpose of a kalendar-yet not without a reference to the fixedness of fate. See Liv. vii. 3; Juven. x. 74; Horat. Carm. i. 35, 17-20, iii. 24, 5-7. Compare Dennis, pp. li. 509, 510.—Golden shields, see note 1, p. 228, supra.

1 The infamous claim to the daughter of the centurion Virginius by the minion of Appius Claudius, the most tyrannical of the Decemviri, being determined against the father by that corrupt magistrate, Virginius, to save his daughter from infamy, publicly stabbed her in the forum before the very tribunal of the Decemvir (B. C 447). The death of Virginia resembled in its consequences that of Lucretia in a former age: a universal insurrection overthrew the Decemviri.

2 From Cures or Quirium (hence Quirinal the hill, and Quirinus the name of the deified Romulus), one of the cities that ultimately coalesced into Rome. In later times the designation was restricted to citizens, as distinguished from soldiers; Cæsar once quelled a mutiny in one of his legions by stigmatizing the soldiers as Quirites.

3 The sixth Roman king, the promulgator of a constitution favourable to the commonalty; he fell a victim to his patriotism, being cut off by a conspiracy among the patricians headed by his son-in-law Tarquinius (Superbus). The Romans looked back on the laws of Servins, as did our Saxon forefathers on those of "the sainted Confessor" after the Norman conquest.

4 Mucius, who, taken in the attempt to assassinate Lars Porsena, thrust his hand into the altar fire and held it there till consumed, to show the king that dread of painful punishment would not protect him from the daggers of the Roman youth; he bore the surname Scaevola, the left-handed.

5 An adaptation from the celebrated pamphlet against Cromwell, by Colonel Titus, "Killing no Murder,"—" Shall we, who would not suffer the lion to invade us, tamely stand to be devoured by the wolf?"

6 The Mons Sacer, three miles from Rome, stood in the angle formed by the Anio and Tiber, consecrated to Jupiter. In B. C. 494, the plebeians, goaded by their oppressions, seceded" to this hill, and refused to return to the city, till the inviolability of their tribunes was secured by a treaty.-Livy, ii. 33.

7 Caius Marcius Coriolanus. See Livy, ii. 34, 35-On the long-sustained "pride" or aristocratic feeling of the Gens Fabia, their humiliation, and their subsequent services in reconciling the two estates of their countrymen, see Livy, i 42-48-Kaso Quinctius, son of L. Quinctius Cincinnatus, when about to be tried in the Comitia for a murder and other flagrant crimes. forfeited his bail and fled into Etruria; Livy, iii. 11, 12, 13.-Of the patrician Claudii, see Niebuhr, vol. i. p. 599. The second Ap. Claudius, father of the Decemvir, was so detested by the soldiers under his command, that they threw away their arms, and fled before the Equian and Volscian foes, so that he returned to Rome in disgrace: he is said to have committed suicide in the following year, Livy, ii. 58, 59, 61. By their submission to the Decemviri. The Comitia.

No Tribune breathes the word of might1 that guards the weak from

wrong.

Our very hearts, that were so high, sink down beneath your will. Riches, and lands, and power, and state-ye have them;-keep

them still.

Still keep the holy fillets; still keep the purple gown,?

The axes, and the curule chair, the car, and the laurel crown;
Still press us for your cohorts, and, when the fight is done,

Still fill your garners3 from the soil which our good swords have won.
Still, like a spreading ulcer, which leech-craft may not cure,
Let your foul usance eat away the substance of the poor.
Still let your haggard debtors bear all their fathers bore:
Still let your dens of torment be noisome as of yore;
No fire when Tiber freezes; no air in day-star heat;

And store of rods for free-born backs, and holes for free-born feet.*
Heap heavier still the fetters; bar closer still the grate;
Patient as sheep we yield us up unto your cruel hate.
But, by the Shades beneath us, and by the Gods above,
Add not unto your cruel hate your yet more cruel love!
Have ye not graceful Ladies, whose spotless lineage springs
From Consuls and High Pontiffs, and ancient Alban kings?
Ladies, who deign not on our paths to set their tender feet,
Who from their cars look down with scorn upon the wondering
street,

Who in Corinthian mirrors their own proud smiles behold,
And breathe of Capuan odours, and shine with Spanish gold?
Then leave the poor Plebeian his single tie to life-

The sweet, sweet love of daughter, of sister, and of wife,
The gentle speech, the balm for all that his vexed soul endures,
The kiss, in which he half forgets even such a yoke as yours.

Still let the maiden's beauty swell the father's breast with pride;
Still let the bridegroom's arms infold an unpolluted bride,
Spare us the inexpiable wrong, the unutterable shame,

That turns the coward's heart to steel, the sluggard's blood to flame,

Lest, when our latest hope is fled, ye taste of our despair,

And learn by proof, in some wild hour, how much the wretched dare.

1 VETO; when the Tribunes wrote this word on any senatorial decree it was annulled. 2 The Priesthood and the Consular offices, denoted by the fillets and the purple, were exclusively in the patrician families; the purple was a stripe (clarus) down the border of the toga (gown). The tribunal chair was called curule, an epithet either derived from currus, the car in which it was placed, or connected with Greek kuros, authority. The laurel, the triumphal crown, could be earned only by Imperatores, who at this period were exclusively patricians.

3 Two of the chief causes of heart-burning between the Roman orders were the refusal of the patricians to apportion tracts of conquered land to the plebeian infantry, and the law of Debtor and Creditor. See Livy, ii. 23, and passim.

4 The insignia of Consular authority were the Fasces (bundles of rods with axes stuck among them, denoting the punishments of scourging and decapitation; holes, the stocks (nervus, Lat.-podokakke, Gr.). See Potter and Adam.

5 The ancient mirrors were of metal; the aes Corinthium was celebrated for its excellence.-Capua," the luxurious capital" of Campania. The mines of Spain supplied gold to the neighbouring countries.

For specimens of the Roman "radical" orations, on which the passage is founded, see Livy, ii. 23, 55; iii. 9. 10, 15, 39, 52; and, in later times, iv. 3-5, 35, 44; v. 2, &c.

SIR EDWARD BULWER LYTTON.

SIR E. B. LYTTON, one of the most elegant novelists of the time, is also a dramatic poet and a powerful satirist, and has lately possibly secured his title to immortality in his noble romance-epic "King Arthur." His plays are the "Lady of Lyons," the "Duchess de la Valliere," and "Richelieu." The lyrical pieces scattered over his novels are remarkable for their pure and classic gracefulness.

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Alas! the Church! 'Tis true, this garb of serge
Dares speech that daunts the ermine, and walks free
Where stout hearts tremble in the triple mail.2
But wherefore ?-Lies the virtue in the robe,
Which the moth eats? or in these senseless beads?

Or in the name of Priest? The Pharisees

Had priests that gave their Saviour to the cross!
No! we have high immunity and sanction,

That Truth may teach humanity to Power,

Glide through the dungeon, pierce the arméd throng,

Awaken Luxury on her Sybarites couch,

And, startling souls that slumber on a throne,

Bow kings before that priest of priests-THE CONSCIENCE !

This makes us sacred. The profane are they

Honouring the herald while they scorn the mission.

The king who serves the church, yet clings to mammon,
Who fears the pastor, but forgets the flock,
Who bows before the monitor, and yet

Will ne'er forego the sin, may sink, when age
Palsies the lust and deadens the temptation,
To the priest-ridden, not repentant, dotard,
For pious hopes hail superstitious terrors,
And seek some sleek Iscariot of the Church,
To sell salvation for the thirty pieces.

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Great though thou art, awake thee from the dream
That earth was made for kings-mankind for slaughter-
Woman for lust-the People for the Palace!

Dark warnings have gone forth; along the air

1 The "amiable" mistress of Louis XIV.

2 Shakspeare; see p. 131, supra. Comp. Hor. Odes, i. 3, 9.

3 The Greek cities of the south coast of ancient Italy were infamous and proverbial for their luxury and effeminacy: one of the most splendid and powerful of them was Sybaris on the Tarentine Gulf. Juvenal, vi. 295. Ælian, i. 19, &c.

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Lingers the crash of the first Charles's1 throne.
Behold the young, the fair, the haughty king,
The ruling courtiers, and the flattering priests!
Lo! where the palace rose, behold the scaffold-
The crowd-the axe-the headsman-and the victim !
Lord of the Silver Lilies, canst thou tell
If the same fate await not thy descendant!
If some meek son of thine imperial line

May make no brother to yon headless spectre !
And when the sage who saddens o'er the end

Tracks back the causes, tremble, lest he finds

The seeds, thy wars, thy pomp, and thy profusion,3
Sowed in a heartless court and breadless people,

Grew to the tree from which men shaped the scaffold,—
And the long glare of thy funereal glories
Light unborn monarchs to a ghastly grave!
Beware, proud King! the Present cries aloud,
A prophet to the Future! Wake !—beware!

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A palace lifting to eternal summer
Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower
Of coolest foliage musical with birds,

SCENE 1.

Whose songs should syllable thy name! At noon
We'd sit beneath the arching vines, and wonder
Why Earth could be unhappy, while the Heavens
Still left us youth and love; we'd have no friends
That were not lovers; no ambition, save

To excel them all in love; we'd read no books
That were not tales of love-that we might smile
To think how poorly eloquence of words

Translates the poetry of hearts like ours!

And when night came, amidst the breathless Heavens
We'd guess what star should be our home when love
Becomes immortal; while the perfumed light
Stole through the mists of alabaster lamps,
And every air was heavy with the sighs
Of orange groves and music from sweet lutes,
And murmurs of low fountains that gush forth

I' the midst of roses! Dost thou like the picture ?

1 Of England.

Louis XVI.; the French nation have of late had too much contempt for their deposed kings, or too much magnanimity, to execute them.

Many of the seeds of the first French Revolution were sown, by the "causes" mentioned, in the reigns of Louis XIV and of his contemptible successor Louis XV., compared with whom Charles II. of England might be called a patriot.

The events of the last two years must convey a terrible idea of the extent and importance of this "Future," whose "end is not yet.”

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