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his youth had been inured to all the labours and chances of war; and from being perpetually a spectator of its dangers, and a sufferer under its inconstancies, seemed to have acquired a kind of subdued calmness, which still supported and elevated his mind; and yet, as the veteran looked around on the palaces and gardens whieh he was quitting, the forum in which he had remembered such noble and venerable characters, and the capitol, where he had beheld so many a glorious triumph, he seemed fully and deeply to feel, that he was looking on them for the last time. The younger was not much above twenty ; his dress was most like that of a young debauchee prepared for a bariquet, but the expression of his flushed, animated, and still commanding, countenance, the bright and piercing eyes, and the grace and easiness of his whole demeanour, instantly shewed that he was far, far above the common herd of libertines and profligates. The first was Quintus Sertorius, the second Caius Julius Cæsar.
They walked together in silence till they reached the banks of the Tiber, where a small vessel was waiting for Sertorius. “Farewell, Caius,” said he, pausing for a moment on the bank, “farewell; this will soon be no place for Marians ; however, we may still make head in the provinces; and, by Diana, if there are a thousand true Romans in Spain, I will engage to keep the tyrant's hands employed for some years; we have Perpenna in Sicily ; Carbo, if he fails here, in Africa'; myself in Spain ; Sylla's fortune cannot last for ever, and then” “ Aye, and then”-echoed Cæsar eagerly, his face brightening as he spoke" then the proud murderer
shall be crushed as he deserves! Then Rome shall be again Rome; the mistress of the world! Then she shall have again her heroes, her senate, and her laws.” Sertorius smiled mournfully at his companion's warmth,
And, I fear, always a master! Degenerate Rome!”— " At any rate, he shall not be such a one as Sylla ; shę shall have a master wise and brave, who will fight her battles, conquer for her, and die for her! She shall have a master like "_" Like yourself, perhaps, you mean, my good Caius?”-“And what if I do mean so," returned Julius, quickly, and reddening as he spoke, " that is, I mean"_“No matter; may she have as good a one as you will be to her, young man; but for our own private affairs; whither are you bound, when Sylla, as I fear he must, comes to act his butcheries here?”_"I will await the tyrant,” said he, energetically, “I will await him in the midst of his assassins and legionaries; I will beard him while he is wading through blood to the dictatorship or the throne. I will be a basilisk to his eyes, and a lion in his path ; he shall feel that the spirit of Marius has not all died with him! He shall feel what one courageous heart and determined spirit can do ! Murder me!! He dare not do it! I feel that here (touching his breast) whịch bids me hold at defiance Sylla, and all the mercenary dogs who lick up
the offals which he throws to them, and who will destroy their patron, father or brother, if he give the nod; and him too, if they thought they could gain two talents by it. I will await him here,"Dear Cæsar, would you rush into certain destruction ? Think you' that he would permit the nephew of Marius, and the son-in-law of
Cinna, to live one day longer, while his power could prevent it? Come with me, I beseech you, and secure at once your safety and your independence in Spain, with me, and with the poor remains of the Roman Senate.”—“I have told you I will await the blood-thirsty tiger here, in his den! And besides," he added, gaily, '
you know my cousin Márius gives his parting banquet to-night; all that is fair, and all that is brave of Rome, is to be there, and some half dozen of my
and some half dozen of my loves among the rest, and would you have me turn infidel to ,
them, to Chian wine, to the dice, and to Marius? I am no such Scythian, Quintus. By Bacchus, and Venus, and all that is mirthful, there I must be, so farewell, Quintus, farewell." 93 9
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19 PHILIP MONTAGUE,"
HISTORY OF A HACKNEY COACH.
peny tau si ** Mr. Bouverie ; & hon bosi 1591101 douma biasa
A few days ago, being caught in a shower; o called a hackney-coach ; " the one which came appeared to have seen better days, being very neatly built, although much w injured by time. I seated myself, and was considering what changes tit must have gundergone before its fipalia transformation into a hack, Tiwhen all at once a part uofs it began to shake in a very odd manner mand methqughto I saw a roll of paper, which, having seized with avidity, 12 I opened and found to contain the following history ouw
I was brought into existence twenty years ago atas great coach-maker's yard, and was sent to a gentlemana of great celebrity in the sporting world, who took me to races, theatres, parties, and all other places of amusement; in which service I was sometimes upset, sometimes had my wheels broken, and met with a variety of other accidents which there is no occasion for me to relate. This gentleman, however, was soon ruined by his extravagance, and I fell into the hands of a sober citizen, who went to church on Sundays (if it did not rain), and in the afternoon took me out in the park : 1 did not, however, like my situation, for during the week I was kept closely shut up, and when I did get out, was loaded with my master, his wife, and five children ; at last, however, my mistress died, and my master, turning economical, dismissed me, as the first step towards retrenching his expenditure. Being now put up to auction, I was purchased by a young man with a moderate fortune, who used me well, and neither shut me up all day, nor wore me out with hard work; this was the best of my situations, and I should, perhaps, have staid much longer, had not my master gone abroad, when his establishment was broken up, and I was again exposed at an auction, and purchased by an old dowager, who was excessively pleased with me, until one of wheels broke down, at which accident she was so frightened, that she immediately gave me away to one of her acquaintance, who in a short time sold me to my present owner, with whom my life is a scene of constant vicis- . situdes not long ago I carried the duke of who was succeeded by a drunken sailor. I have carried 1 a lover, who wbined and groaned incessantly, and a soldier who, swith the greatest cruelty, poked me with
his sword and “punched me full of deadly holes.” No one, perhaps, has known more changes than I have; I have carried an alderman to a feast, and a thief to the gallows; I have conveyed a bride to church, and a sick man to a hospital, but although some years ago, Hackneycoaches were considered of great importance, we are now so degraded, that there is scarcely a reputable tradesman who will enter one of us, but I, being so worn out with labour, do not expect to be long a spectator of the miseries of my friends, and have, therefore, taken this opportunity of informing the world through you of the adventures which I have experienced.”
Such, Mr. Bouverie, is the account which I received, and which I send to you ; if you should think it amusing, insert it, but if not, burn it.
Poor child of Sorrow! who did'st boldly spring,
Like sapient Pallas, from thy parent's brain,
All arm'd in mail of proof! and thou would'st fain
But cruel band hath nipp'd thy buds amain,
Hath fix'd on thee the darkling inky stain,
And where thy " waving foam," and "foaming 'wave ?"
And lie unhonour'd in their pap'ry grave !