5. The three stood calm and silent, From all the vanguard rose: And forth three chiefs came spurring To earth they sprang, their swords they drew, To win the narrow pass. But the scorn and laughter of the Etruscans were soon changed to wrath and curses, for their chiefs were quickly 'laid low in the dust at the feet of the "dauntless three." 6. But now no sound of laughter And for a space no man came forth 7. But hark! the cry is Astur: Comes with his stately stride. Upon his ample shoulders Clangs loud the fourfold shield, And in his hand he shakes the brand Which none but he can wield. The proud Astur advances with a smile of contempt for the three Romans, and turns a look of scorn upon the flinching Tuscans. 8. Then, whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height, He rushed against Horatius, And smote with all his might. With shield and blade Horatius Right deftly turned the blow. The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh; It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh: The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow. 9. He reeled, and on Herminius He leaned one breathing-space; Then, like a wild-cat mad with wounds, Through teeth, and skull, and helmet, The good sword stood a handbreadth out 10. And the great Lord of Luna And the pale augurs, muttering low, Gaze on the blasted head. In the mean time the axes had been busily plied; and while the bridge was tottering to its fall, Lartius and Herminius regained the opposite bank in safety. Horatius remained facing the foe until the last timber had fallen, when, weighed down with armor as he was, he "plunged headlong in the tide." 11. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, 12. But fiercely ran the current, 13. "Curse on him!" quoth false Sextus, But for this stay, ere close of day We should have sacked the town!" For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before." 14. And now he feels the bottom; And now with shouts and clapping, He enters through the river-gate, Borne by the joyous crowd. Then follows an account of the rewards which a grateful people bestowed upon the hero. The minstrel thus concludes the legend: 15. When the good man mends his armor, How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.—MACAULAY. LESSON XIV.—PATRICIAN AND PLEBEIAN CONTESTS. 1. DURING several hundred years after the overthrow of royalty, the history of the Roman republic is filled with accounts of the fierce civil contests which raged between the patrician aristocracy and the common people or plebeians, relieved by an occasional episode of a war with some of the surrounding people. At first, the patricians were the wealthy and ruling class; they held all the high military commands; they made the laws; and they reduced the plebeians to a condition differing little from the most abject slavery. 2. At length, in the year 493 B.C., after an open rupture between these two classes, and the withdrawal of the plebeians from the city, a reconciliation was effected, and magistrates, called tribunes, were allowed to be chosen by the people to watch over their rights, and prevent abuses of authority. About forty-five years later, however, ten persons, called decem'virs, who were appointed to compile a body of laws for the commonwealth, having managed to get the powers of the government into their own hands, ruled in the most tyrannical manner, and oppressed the plebeians worse than ever. 3. But an unexpected event-a private injury-accomplished what wrongs of a more public nature had failed to effect. The wicked Appius Claudius, a leading decemvir, had formed the design of securing the person of the beautiful Virginia, daughter of Virginius; but, finding her betrothed to another, in order to accomplish his purpose he procured a base dependent to claim her as his slave. As had been concerted, Virginia was brought before the tribunal of Appius himself, who ordered her to be surrendered to the claimant. It was then that the distracted father, having no other means of saving his daughter, stabbed her to the heart in the presence of the court and the assembled people. The people arose in their might; the power of the "wicked ten" was overthrown; and Appius, having been impeached, died in prison, probably by his own hand. 4. About eighty years after the death of Virginia, the plebeians succeeded, after a struggle of five years against every species of fraud and violence (especially on the part of Claudius Crassus, grandson of the infamous Appius Claudius), in obtaining a full acknowledgment of their rights, and all possible legal guarantees for their preservation. It is during this struggle that a popular poet (as Macaulay supposes), a zealous adherent of the tribunes, makes his appearance in the public market-place, and announces that he has a new song that will cut the Claudian family to the heart. He takes his stand on the spot where, according to tradition, Virginia, more than seventy years ago, was seized by the base dependent of Appius, and thus relates the story: LESSON XV. THE STORY OF VIRGINIA. 1. YE good men of the commons, with loving hearts and true, Of maids with snaky tresses, or sailors turned to swine. In sight of all the people, the bloody deed was done. Old men still creep among us who saw that fearful day, Just seventy years and seven ago, when the wicked ten bare sway. 2. Of all the wicked ten, still the names are held accursed, The townsmen shrank to right and left, and eyed askance with fear 3. Then follows an account of the seizing of Virginia by Marcus as she was passing through the market-place, of the commotion among the people that was occasioned by it, and of the spirited but vain appeal which the young Icilius, the lover of Virginia, made to the people to rise and free them After a mock in selves from the power of their oppressors. vestigation, held by Appius in the Roman forum, or open market-place, 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. 4. Straightway Virginius led the maid a little space aside, To where the reeking shambles stood, piled up with horn and hide, And then his eyes grew very dim, and his throat began to swell, 5. Oh! how I loved my darling! Though stern I sometimes be, And took my sword, and hung it up, and brought me forth my gown! And none will grieve when I go forth, or smile when I return, He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save With that he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side, 7. Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath, |