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One in whose eyes the smile of kindness made
Its haunt, like flowers by sunny brooks in May; Yet at the thought of others' pain, a shade
Of sweeter sadness chased the smile away.
3. Nor deem that when the hand that molders here Was raised in menace, realms were chilled with fear,
And armies mustered at the sign as when
Gray captains leading bands of veteran men
Alone her task was wrought;
Alone the battle fought; Through that long strife her constant hope was staid On God alone, nor looked for other aid.
4. She met the hosts of sorrow with a look
That altered not beneath the frown they wore; And soon the lowering brood were tamed, and took
Meekly her gentle rule, and frowned no more. Her soft hand put aside the assaults of wrath,
And calmly broke in twain
The fiery shafts of pain,
By that victorious hand despair was slain.
Evil with good in her great Master's name.
5. Her glory is not of this shadowy state,
Glory that with the fleeting season dies; But when she entered at the sapphire gate,
What joy was radiant in celestial eyes !
How heaven's bright depths with sounding welcomes rung,
And He who, long before,
Pain, scorn, and sorrow bore,
Dragged death, disarmed, in chains, a crouching slave. 6. See, as I linger here, the sun grows low;
Cool airs are murmuring that the night is near.
Consoled, though sad, in hope, and yet in fear.
The warfare scarce begun;
Yet all may win the triumphs thou hast won;
The victors' names are yet too few to fill
That ministered to thee is open still.
LXXXVII.—INVECTIVE AGAINST CATILINE. FROM CLEVELAND'S CLASSICAL LITERATURE.
CICERO. 1. How long, O Catiline, wilt thou abuse our patience ? How long shalt thou bafile 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 all well aware of thy proceedings of last night; of the night before; the place of meeting, the company convoked, the measures concerted ?
2. 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!
3. 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.
4. 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 thce, 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..
5. 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 !
LXXXVIII.-SCENES FROM THE MERCHANT OF
Act I, SCENE I.- Venice. A Street.
Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, AND SALANIO.
SALAR.— Your mind is tossing on the ocean,
That court'sy to them, do them reverence,
SALAN.— Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,
SALAR.— My wind, cooling my broth,
Ant.-Believe me, no; I thank my fortune for it,
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