pale as ashes, had sprung forward and dropped on his knees. "Listen to the voice of an angel, my good Benedetto," said the Duke. The master burst into tears. "I can refuse him nothing," he said with a sob. "And call the fair Pacifica," cried the sovereign, "and I will give her myself, as a dower, as many gold pieces as we can cram into this famous vase. Young man, rise up, and be happy! But Luca heard not; he was still kneeling at the feet of Raphael. LOUISE DE LA RAMÉE. HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE together a great army When men heard of his KING PORSENA gathered and came up against Rome. coming there was such a fear as had never been before. Nevertheless they were steadfastly purposed to hold out. All that were in the country fled to the city. Round about the city they set guards to keep it, part being defended by walls, and part, for so it seemed, being made safe by the river. But here a great peril had well-nigh overtaken the city. There was a wooden bridge on the river by which the enemy could have crossed but for the courage of a certain Horatius. There was a hill which men called Janiculum on the opposite side of the river, and this hill King Porsena took by a sudden attack. Horatius chanced to have been set to guard the bridge. He saw how the enemy were running at full speed to the place, and how the Romans were fleeing in confusion. He cried with a loud voice, "Men of Rome, if ye leave this bridge behind you for men to pass over, ye shall soon find that you have more enemies in your city than in Janiculum. ye therefore break it down with ax and fire as best ye can. In the meanwhile I, so far as one man may do, will stay the enemy.” Do As he spoke he ran forward to the farther end of the bridge and made ready to keep the way against the enemy. There stood two with him, Lartius and Herminius by name, men of noble birth and of great renown in arms. These three stayed the first onset of the enemy; and the men of Rome broke down the bridge. When there was but a small part remaining, and they that broke it down called to the three that they should come back, Horatius bade the others return. He himself remained on the farther side, crying, "Dare ye now to fight with me? Why are ye thus come up at the bidding of your master, King Porsena, to rob others of the freedom that ye care not to have for yourselves?" For a while they delayed, looking each man to his neighbor, who should first deal with this champion of the Romans. Then for very shame they all ran forward, and raising a great shout threw their javelins at him. These all he took upon his shield, nor stood less firmly in his place on the bridge. Suddenly the men of Rome raised a great shout, for the bridge was now broken down, and fell with a great crash into the river. And as the enemy stayed awhile for fear, Horatius turned to the river and said, "O Father Tiber, I beseech thee this day that thou kindly receive this soldier and his arms." As he spake he leapt with all his arms into the river and swam across to his own people. Though many javelins of the enemy fell about him, he was not one whit hurt. Nor did such valor fail to receive honor from the city. The citizens set up a statue of Horatius in the market place; and they gave him of the public lands so much as he could plow about in one day. Also there was this honor paid him, that each citizen took somewhat of his own store and gave it to him, for food was scarce in the city by reason of the siege. - ALFRED J. CHURCH. KEEPING THE BRIDGE OUT spake the Consul roundly: The bridge must straight go down; For since Janiculum is lost, Naught else can save the town." "Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now, who will stand on either hand, Then out spake Spurius Lartius, - And out spake strong Herminius, "I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee." "Horatius," quoth the Consul, The three stood calm and silent, Felt their hearts sink to see In the path the dauntless three! Meanwhile the ax and lever Have manfully been plied, And now the bridge hangs tottering Above the boiling tide. |