the murderer of my brother. What can I there expect, but that Jugurtha should hasten to imbrue, in my blood, those hands which are now reeking with my brother's? If I were to fly for refuge, or for assistance, to any other court, from what prince can I hope for protection, if the Roman commonwealth give me up? From my own family or friends I have no expectations.

9. My royal father is no more. He is beyond the reach of violence, and out of hearing of the complaints of his unhappy son. Were my brother alive, our mutual sympathy would be some alleviation. But he is hurried out of life, in his early youth, by the very hand which should have been the last to injure any of the royal family of Numidia. The bloody Jugurtha has butchered all whom he suspected to be in my interest. Some have been destroyed by the lingering torment of the cross. Others have been given a prey to wild beasts; and their anguish made the sport of men more cruel than wild beasts. If there be any yet alive, they are shut up in dungeons, there to drag out a life more intolerable than death itself.

10. Look down, illustrious senators of Rome! from that height of power to which you are raised, on the unexampled distresses of a prince, who is, by the cruelty of a wicked intruder, become an outcast from all mankind. Let not the crafty insinuations of him who returns murder for adoption prejudice your judgment. Do not listen to the wretch who has butchered the son and relations of a king, who gave him power to sit on the same throne with his own sons.

11. I have been informed that he labors by his emissaries to prevent your determining any thing against him in his absence; pretending that I magnify my distress, and might, for him, have staid in peace in my own kingdom. But, if ever the time comes, when the due vengeance from above shall overtake him, he will then dissemble as I do. Then he who, now hardened in wickedness, triumphs over those whom his violence laid low, will, in his turn, feel distress, and suffer for

his impious ingratitude to my father, and his blood-thirsty cruelty to my brother.

12. Oh murdered, butchered brother! Oh dearest to my heart,-now gone forever from my sight! But why should I lament his death? He is, indeed, deprived of the blessed light of heaven, of life, and kingdom, at once, by the very person who ought to have been the first to hazard his own life, in defence of any one of Micipsa's family. But, as things are, my brother is not so much deprived of these comforts, as delivered from terror, from flight, from exile, and the endless train of miseries which render life to me a burden.

13. He lies full low, gored with wounds, and festering in his own blood. But he lies in peace. He feels none of the miseries which rend my soul with agony and distraction, while I am set up a spectacle to all mankind, of the uncer tainty of human affairs. So far from having it in my power to punish his murderer, I am not master of the means of securing my own life. So far from being in a condition to defend my kingdom from the violence of the usurper, I am obliged to apply for foreign protection for my own person.

14. Fathers! Senators of Rome the arbiters of nations! to you I fly for refuge from the murderous fury of Jugurtha. By your affection for your children; by your love for your country; by your own virtues; by the majesty of the Roman commonwealth: by all that is sacred, and all that is dear to you, deliver a wretched prince from undeserved, unprovoked injury; and save the kingdom of Numidia, which is your own property, from being the prey of violence, usurpation, and cruelty.

SALLUST.

11. ALARIC THE VISIGOTH.

[The Visigoths were a race of barbarians occupying Middle Europe, who made war upon the Roman Emperor Arcadias, ravaging Greece and Italy. Their leader, Alaric, boasted that where his hosts trod, the grass never grew. He besieged and plundered Rome, A. D 400. Afterwards, feeling his end ap.

proaching, he ordered that the Busentius, a river of Italy, should be diverted from its channel, that his body might be interred in its bed, Mr. Everett has made this dying injunction the subject of his fine verses.]

W

HEN I am dead, no pageant train

Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain

Stain it with hypocritic tear;
For I will die as I did live,
Nor take the boon I cannot give.

2. Ye shall not raise a marble bust
Upon the spot where I repose;
Ye shall not fawn before my dust
In hollow circumstance of woes:
Not sculptured clay, with lying breath,
Insult the clay that moulds beneath.
8. Ye shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast;
Nor yet within the common soil

Lay down the wreck of power to rest;
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was the scourge of God.

4. But ye the mountain stream shall turn,
And lay its secret channel bare,
And hollow, for your sovereign's urn,
A resting-place forever there:
Then bid its everlasting springs
Flow back upon the King of kings;
And never be the secret said,
Until the deep give up his dead.

5. My gold and silver ye shall fling

Back to the clods that gave them birth;
The captured crowns of many a king,
The ransom of a conquered earth:

For e'en though dead, will I control
The trophies of the capitol.

6. But when beneath the mountain tide

Ye've laid your monarch down to rot,
Ye shall not rear upon its side

Pillar or mound to mark the spot;
For long enough the world has shook
Beneath the terrors of my look;
And now that I have run my race,
The astonished realms shall rest a space.

7. My course was like a river deep,

And from the northern hills I burst,
Across the world in wrath to sweep;
And where I went the land was cursed;
Nor blade of grass again was seen,
Where Alaric and his hosts had been.

8. See how the haughty barriers fail
Beneath the terror of the Goth,-
Their iron-breasted legions quail
Before my ruthless sabaoth;
And low the queen of empires kneels,
And grovels at my chariot-wheels.

9. Not for myself did I ascend,

In judgment, my triumphal car; 'T was God alone on high did send The avenging Scythian to the war, To shake abroad, with iron hand, The appointed scourge of his command. 10. With iron hand that scourge I reared, O'er guilty king and guilty realm; Destruction was the ship I steered, And Vengeance sat upon the helm; When launched in fury on the flood, I ploughed my way through seas of blood, And in the stream their hearts had spilt, Washed out the long arrears of guilt.

11. Across the everlasting Alp

I poured the torrent of my powers,
And feeble Cæsars shrieked for help

In vain within their seven-hilled towers;
I quenched in blood the brightest gem
That glittered in their diadem;

And struck a darker, deeper die,
In the purple of their majesty;
And bade my northern banners shine
Upon the conquered Palatine.

12. My course is run, my errand done;
I go to Him from whence I came;
But never yet shall set the sun

Of glory that adorns my name;
And Roman hearts shall long be sick,
When men shall think of Alaric.

13. My course is run, my errand done,-
But darker ministers of fate,
Impatient round the eternal throne,

And in the caves of vengeance, wait;
And soon mankind shall bench away
Before the name of Attila.

EVERETT

12. SPEECH OF SALATHIEL IN FAVOR OF RESISTING THE ROMAN POWER.

THAT! must we first mingle in the cabals of Jerusalem,

WHAT

and rouse the frigid debaters and disputers of the Sanhedrim into action? Are we first to conciliate the irreconcil able, to soften the furious, to purify the corrupt? If the Romans are to be our tyrants till we can teach patriotism to faction, we may as well build the dungeon at once; for to the dungeon we are consigned for the longest life among us.