a traitor to the people ; when the impatient hero burst out into the utmost violence, both against Sicinius and the people, declaring that if one fair word would purchase their favour' he would not bestow that word. The citizens now broke out in loud clamour-"To the rock with him, To the rock with him !” The tribunes, not choosing to hazard this mode of punishment, passed upon him the sentence of banishment, which was unanimously agreed to—and such was the power (at this period) invested in, or rather usurped by the tribunes and the people, that the senators and patricians had but an abridged authority. Thus without trial or fair condemnation, the brave warrior, who had fought and bled in the cause and for the preservation of his ungrateful countrymen, was banished from his native land. He took a tender farewell of his wife, mother, children and friends, who followed him weeping through the gates of the city and when he tore himself from them, and hastened away, they gazed after him, till he was lost to their view when they returned sorrowing to their several homes.

Coriolanus, meantime, with folded arms walked swiftly forward, nor once cast a look behind, till he had reached a lofty hill at some distance from the city. He then began to reflect on all that had passed, and his proud heart swelled with disdain at the remembrance of his ungrateful country, to which he thus bade adieu

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Imperial Rome, farewell—the cankerworm
or'foul ingratitude has tainted thee,
And thou art loathsome to my very thought.
Would any other land had claimed my birth
Than hateful Rome !-and have I lived to this,
Is 't thus ye do your warriors reward,
Who fight, and bleed, and bring you conquests home?
Conquest; to s vell your pride, and feed your basenemin
Ingratitude !!. Thou poison to our bload

What deadlier sin infiames the human breast,
More mean, more ahject, or more infamous;
Thou 'rt to the soul, as vultures to the frame,
Inspiring torture,- torture without end,
Thy rankling wounds, not time itself can sooth;
Then hear me glorious Mars,-and grant my pray'r;
Vengeance be mine,-proud wretches, ye have sprung
A Hydra's nest;—but where's the Hercules,

Shall kill the monster, ye have madly raised! Disgusted he turned away—and proceeded on his journey toward Antium; where, entering the house of Tullus Aufidius, and placing himself beneath a statue of Jupiter, he remained with his face covered, and without speaking. There was something so commanding in his appearance, that the servants did not venture to disturb his meditations : but they informed their master of the singular visitor, who had entered his dwelling. Tullus who was en

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gaged with a large party at supper, made an apology to his friends, and went in search of this mysterious guest.

Coriolanus, discovering himself, told him brief, the conduct he had experienced ; and giving him the choice to receive him as a friend, or treat him as an enemy-threw open his breast, to meet his dagger's point, if such was his desire.

Tullus, charmed with the frankness and noble spirit of Coriolanus, thus venturing himself in the power of an inveterate enemy--forgot all former hate ; forgave that he had seven times been conquered by his mighty arm, and clasping him eagerly to his breast, conducted him in triumph to his guests —who received him as a god-and bowed to him with lowly devotion as to Mars himself. Tullus was preparing to invade the Roman territories; and Coriolanus, at the united request of himself and bis friends, undertook to share the toils and danger with him.

The name of Coriolanus, joined with their general, inspired the Volscians with a courage almost superhuman. They proceeded with fire and sword ; and desolation marked their track. They moved but to conquer, and took spoils in abundance, in which Coriolanus, with his accustomed liberality, refused to partake. Victories innumerable were obtained, and horror and dismay spread through the Roman state.

The security of the worthless tribunes was now ended; and the unhappy people, who had been deluded by their arts, turned upon them with rage. The city was in despair. Cries and lamentations were heard on every side. Sacrifices were made to the gods, but their prayers were not regarded ; and after many days of anxiety, they at length heard that Coriolanus and Tullus Aufidius, with their victorious legions, were encamped within five miles of the city, even on the plains beneath that very hill, where the exiled Roman had breathed his vows of vengeance on his ungrateful countrymen.

Too late they repented their errors. cians reviled the citizens, attributing to their injusice the ruin which threatened them. The plebeians how wished to recall him, and various messengers Pere deputed; but in vain : Coriolanus was deaf to

The patrievery solicitation. His generals, whom he had ever been accustomed to revere, went first and were dismissed. Then Menenius whom he loved ; and he was somewhat moved at the sight of the venerable friend who had watched him from his infancy, forgetful of his years and silvery beard, bending the knee before tim, in humble supplication—but he


turned his head away, and waved him thence The priests of the temples then went; but they were not more successful : and now all hope seemed at an end; when the Lady Valeria (sister to the renowned Publicola, whose memory was dear to the Romans for the services he had done the state, and for his bewitching eloquence), with other Roman ladies, made application to Volumnia and Virgilia, proposing to go in solemn procession to the camp of the Volscians, and implore the mercy of Coriolanus. Volumnia, though scarcely indulging a bope of success, undertook the task ; secretly resolving that should he refuse her petition, he should trample over her body in entering the gates of the city. Thus she could die for her country if she had not the power to save, and her eyes should never look upon its ruin and disgrace.

Coriolarus unhappily seemed marked out for envy to vent its spleen upon. Aufidius soon became jealous of his power; and, notwithstanding the important services he had rendered to the Volscian state, lamented the confederacy he had formed, and though the advantage was all his own, he envied him that wonderful success which followed his. achievements, and thought the honour attached to the name of this powerful Roman more to be valued than all the possessions extended empires could bestow. Nor were there wanting discontented and malignant spirits, who fed the fame of his resenta ment, until it mounted into a blaze. He unbosomled himself to one of these base minded slaves, whose only business seems to be, on earth, to mar chat happiness in others, which they are incapable of enjoying themselves. “Do my people still fly o the Roman ?" inquired Tullus.

I do not know what witchcraft's in bim; but
Your soldiers use him as the grace, 'fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
And you are darkened in this action, Sir,
Even by your own.***

The cause which had excited enmity against Corolanus in Rome, did not exist in the present in"tance : it was therefore envy alone. The soldiers oked upon him as a being of superior order, as a ing

Made by some other deïty than nature,
That shapes man better.***

id Aufidius could not bow to his greatness. At 'st he had been surprised into friendsdip ; but the ntiment was transient : and he, with his officers, nspired to bring accusations against the exile, bich might secure his destruction, as soon as he

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