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"My heart is breaking,” said Djalma, in a hollow voice to
Faringhea, still using the language of India.
“But to-morrow it will bound with joy and love," answered
the half-caste. It is only by disdain that you can conquer a
proud woman. To-morrow, I tell you, she will be trembling, con-
fused, supplicating, at your feet! ”
« To-morrow she will hate me like death replied the prince
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mournfully.
“Yes, were she now to see you weak and cowardly. It is
now too late to draw back: look full at her, take the nosegay
from this girl, and raise it to your lips. Instantly you will see
yonder woman, proud as she is, grow pale and red, as just now.
Then will you believe me? ”
Reduced by despair to make almost any attempt, and fasci.
nated in spite of himself by the diabolical hints of Faringhea,
Djalma looked for a second full at Mademoiselle de Cardoville;
then with a trembling hand he took the bouquet from Rose-
Pompon, and again looking at Adrienne, pressed it to his lips.
Upon this insolent bravado, Mademoiselle de Cardoville could
not restrain so sudden and visible a pang that the prince was
struck by it.
"She is yours," said the half-caste to him.
my lord, how she trembled with jealousy? Only have courage,
and she is yours.
She would soon prefer you to that handsome
young man behind her— for it is he whom she has hitherto fan-
cied herself in love with. ”
As if the half-caste had guessed the movement of rage and
hatred which this revelation would excite in the heart of the
prince, he hastily added, “Calmness and disdain! Is it not his
turn now to hate you ? »
The prince restrained himself, and drew his hand across his
forehead, which glowed with anger.
“There now! what are you telling him that vexes him so ? ”
said Rose-Pompon to Faringhea, with pouting lip. Then address-
ing Djalma, she continued, “Come, Prince Charming, as they say
in the fairy tale,- give me back my flowers. ”
As she took the bouquet again, she added, “You have kissed it,
and I could almost eat it. ” Then with a sigh, and a passion-
ate glance at Djalma, she said softly to herself, “That monster
Ninny Moulin did not deceive me. All this is quite proper; I
have not even that to reproach myself with. ” And with her little
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white teeth she bit at a rosy nail of her right hand, from which
she had just drawn the glove.
It is hardly necessary to say that Adrienne's letter had not
been delivered to the prince, and that he had not gone to pass
the day in the country with Marshal Simon. During the three
days in which Montbron had not seen Djalma, Faringhea had
persuaded him that by affecting another passion, he would bring
Mademoiselle de Cardoville to terms. With regard to Djalma's
presence at the theatre, Rodin had learned from her maid Flo-
rine that her mistress was to go in the evening to the Porte-Saint-
Martin. Before Djalma had recognized her, Adrienne, who felt
her strength failing her, was on the point of quitting the theatre:
the man whom she had hitherto placed so high, whom she had
regarded as a hero and a demigod, and whom she had imagined
plunged in such dreadful despair that, led by the most tender
pity, she had written to him with simple frankness, that a sweet
hope might calm his grief,— replied to a generous mark of sin-
cerity and love by making himself a ridiculous spectacle with a
creature unworthy of him.
What incurable wounds for Adrienne's pride! It mattered
little whether Djalma knew or not that she would be a spec-
tator of the indignity. But when she saw herself recognized by
the prince, when he carried the insult so far as to look full at
her, and at the same time raise to his lips the bouquet of the
creature who accompanied him, Adrienne was seized with noble
indignation, and felt sufficient courage to remain; instead of clos-
ing her eyes to evidence, she found a sort of barbarous pleas-
ure in assisting at the agony and death of her pure and divine
love. With head erect, proud and flashing eye, flushed cheek,
and curling lip, she looked in her turn at the prince with dis-
dafnful steadiness. It was with a sardonic smile that she said
to the marchioness, who, like many others of the spectators, was
occupied with what was passing in the stage-box, “This revolt-
ing exhibition of savage manners is at least in accordance with
the rest of the performance. ”
"Certainly,” said the marchioness; and my dear uncle will
have lost, perhaps, the most amusing part. ”
« Montbron ? ” said Adrienne hastily, with hardly repressed
bitterness: "yes, he will regret not having seen all. I am im-
I
patient for his arrival. Is it not to him that I am indebted for
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Perhaps Madame de Morinval would have remarked the ex-
pression of bitter irony that Adrienne could not altogether dis-
semble, if suddenly a hoarse and prolonged roar had not attracted
her attention, as well as that of the rest of the audience, who
had hitherto been quite indifferent to the scenes intended for an
introduction to the appearance of Morok. Every eye was now
turned instinctively towards the cavern, situated to the left of the
stage, just below Mademoiselle de Cardoville's box; a thrill of
curiosity ran through the house.
A second roar, deeper and more sonorous, and apparently ex.
pressive of more irritation, than the first, now rose from the cave;
the mouth of which was half hidden by artificial brambles, made
so as to be easily put on one side. At this sound the English-
man stood up in his little box, leaned half over the front, and
began to rub his hands with great energy; then remaining per-
fectly motionless, he fixed his large, green, glittering eyes on
the mouth of the cavern.
At these ferocious howlings, Djalma also had started, notwith-
standing the frenzy of love, hate, and jealousy to which he was
a prey. The sight of this forest, and the roarings of the panther,
filled him with deep emotion; for they recalled the remembrance
of his country, and of those great hunts which, like war, have
their own terrible excitement. Had he suddenly heard the horns
and gongs of his father's army sounding to the charge, he could
not have been transported with more savage ardor. And now
deep growls, like distant thunder, almost drowned the roar of
the panther. The lion and tiger, Judas and Cain, answered her
.
from their dens at the back of the stage. On this frightful con-
cert, with which his ears had been familiar in the midst of the
solitudes of India, when he lay encamped for the purposes of
the chase or of war, Djalma's blood boiled in his veins. His
eyes sparkled with a wild ardor. Leaning a little forward, with
both hands pressed on the front of the box, his whole body
trembled with a convulsive shudder. The audience, the theatre,
Adrienne herself, no longer existed for him: he was in a forest
of his own lands, tracking the tiger.
Then there mingled with his beauty so intrepid and ferocious
an expression, that Rose-Pompon looked at him with a sort of
terror and passionate admiration. For the first time in her life,
perhaps, her pretty blue eyes, generally so gay and mischiev-
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she felt; but her heart seemed tightened, and beat violently, as
though some calamity were at hand.
Yielding to a movement of involuntary fear, she seized Djalma
by the arm, and said to him, “Do not stare so into that cavern;
you frighten me. ”
Djalma did not hear what she said.
“Here he is! here he is! ” murmured the crowd, almost with
one voice, as Morok appeared at the back of the stage.
Dressed as we have described, Morok now carried in addition
a bow and a long quiver full of arrows. He slowly descended
the line of painted rocks, which came sloping down towards the
centre of the stage. From time to time, he stopped as if to
listen, and appeared to advance with caution. Looking from one
side to the other, his eyes involuntarily encountered the large
green eyes of the Englishman, whose box was close to the cav-
Instantly the lion-tamer's countenance was contracted in so
frightful a manner that Lady Morinval, who was examining him
closely with the aid of an excellent glass, said hastily to Adrienne,
" “My dear, the man is afraid. Some misfortune will happen. ”
“How can accidents happen,” said Adrienne with a sardonic
smile, in the midst of this brilliant crowd, so well dressed and
full of animation! Misfortunes here this evening! why, dear
Julia, you do not think it. It is in darkness and solitude that
misfortunes come, - never in the midst of a joyous crowd, and in
all this blaze of light. ”
"Good gracious, Adrienne! take care! ” cried the marchioness,
unable to repress an exclamation of alarm, and seizing her arm
as if to draw her closer: “do you not see it ? » And with a
trembling hand she pointed to the cavern's mouth. Adrienne
hastily bent forward, and looked in that direction.
« Take care,
do not lean forward so! ” exclaimed Lady Morinval.
“Your terrors are nonsensical, my dear,” said the marquis to
his wife. “The panther is securely chained; and even were it to
break its chain, which is impossible, we are beyond its reach. ”
A long murmur of trembling curiosity here ran through the
house, and every eye was intently fixed on the cavern. From
amongst the artificial brambles, which she abruptly pushed aside
with her broad chest, the black panther suddenly appeared.
Twice she stretched forth her flat head, illumined by yellow,
flaming eyes; then, half opening her blood-red jaws, she uttered
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another roar, and exhibited two rows of formidable fangs. A
double iron chain, and a collar also of iron, painted black, blended
with the ebon shades of her hide, and with the darkness of
the cavern. The illusion was complete, and the terrible animal
seemed to be at liberty in her den.
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"Ladies,” said the marquis suddenly, “look at those Indians.
Their emotion makes them superb! ”
In fact, the sight of the panther had raised the wild ardor
of Djalma to its utmost pitch. His eyes sparkled in their pearly
orbits like two black diamonds; his upper lip was curled convuls-
ively with an expression of animal ferocity, as if he were in a
violent paroxysm of rage.
Faringhea, now leaning on the front of the box, was also
greatly excited, by reason of a strange coincidence. «That black
panther of so rare a breed,” thought he, which I see here at
Paris upon a stage, must be the very one that the Malay”
(the Thug who had tattooed Djalma at Java during his sleep)
"took quite young from his den, and sold to a European cap-
tain. Bowanee's power is everywhere! ” added the Thug, in his
sanguinary superstition.
"Do you not think,” resumed the marquis, addressing Adri-
enne, “that those Indians are really splendid in their present atti-
tude ? »
Perhaps they may have seen such a hunt in their own coun-
try,” said Adrienne, as if she would recall and brave the most
cruel remembrances.
“Adrienne,” said the marchioness suddenly, in an agitated
voice, “the lion-tamer has now come nearer is not his coun-
tenance fearful to look at ? I tell you he is afraid. ”
«In truth,” observed the marquis, this time very seriously,
“he is dreadfully pale, and seems to grow worse every minute,
the nearer he approaches this side. It is said that were he to
lose his presence of mind for a single moment, he would run the
greatest danger. ”
«Oh! it would be horrible, cried the marchioness, addressing
Adrienne, “if he were wounded there - under our eyes! ”
" Every wound does not kill,” replied her friend, with an
accent of such cold indifference that the marchioness looked at
her with surprise, and said to her, “My dear girl, what you say
is cruel! ”
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“It is the air of the place that acts on me," answered Adri-
enne with an icy smile.
“Look! look! the lion-tamer is about to shoot his arrow at
the panther,” said the marquis suddenly. “No doubt he will
next perform the hand-to-hand grapple. ”
Morok was at this moment in front of the stage, but he had
yet to traverse its entire breadth to reach the cavern's mouth.
He stopped an instant, adjusted an arrow to the string, knelt
down behind a mass of rock, took deliberate aim — and then the
arrow hissed across the stage, and was lost in the depths of
the cavern, into which the panther had retired, after showing
for a moment her threatening head to the audience. Hardly had
the arrow disappeared, than Death, purposely irritated by Goliath
(who was invisible), sent forth a howl of rage, as if she had
been really wounded. Morok's actions became so expressive, he
evinced so naturally his joy at having hit the wild beast, that
a tempest of applause burst from every quarter of the house.
Then throwing away his bow, he drew a dagger from his girdle,
took it between his teeth, and began to crawl forward on hands
and knees, as though he meant to surprise the wounded panther
in his den. To render the illusion perfect, Death, again excited
by Goliath, who struck him with an iron bar, sent forth fright-
ful howlings from the depths of the cavern.
The gloomy aspect of the forest, only half lighted with a red-
dish glare, was so effective, the howlings of the panther were so
furious, the gestures, attitude, and countenance of Morok were
so expressive of terror, that the audience, attentive and trem-
bling, now maintained a profound silence. Every one held his
a
breath; and a kind of shudder came over the spectators, as
though they expected some horrible event. What gave such a
fearful air of truth to the pantomime of Morok was that, as he
approached the cavern step by step, he approached also the Eng-
lishman's box. In spite of himself, the lion-tamer, fascinated by
terror, could not take his eyes from the large green eyes of this
man; and it seemed as if every one of the abrupt movements
which he made in crawling along was produced by a species of
magnetic attraction, caused by the fixed gaze of the fatal wa-
gerer. Therefore the nearer Morok approached, the more ghastly
and livid he became. At sight of this pantomime, which was no
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upon her.
and trembling silence which had reigned in the theatre was once
more interrupted by cheers, with which were mingled the roar-
ings of the panther, and the distant growls of the lion and tiger.
The Englishman leaned almost out of his box, with a fright-
ful sardonic smile on his lip; and with his large eyes still fixed,
panted for breath. The perspiration ran down his bald red fore-
head, as if he had really expended an incredible amount of mag-
netic power in attracting Morok, whom he now saw close to the
cavern entrance. The moment was decisive. Crouching down
with his dagger in his hand, following with eye and gesture
every movement of Death,— who, roaring furiously, and open-
ing wide her enormous jaws, seemed determined to guard the
entrance of her den,- Morok waited for the moment to rush
There is such fascination in danger, that Adrienne
shared in spite of herself the feeling of painful curiosity, mixed
with terror, that thrilled through all the spectators. Leaning for-
ward like the marchioness, and gazing upon this scene of fearful
interest, the lady still held mechanically in her hand the Indian
bouquet preserved since the morning. Suddenly Morok raised
a wild shout, as he rushed towards Death; who answered this
exclamation by a dreadful roar, and threw herself upon her
master with so much fury that Adrienne, in alarm, believing
the man lost, drew herself back, and covered her face with her
hands. Her Aowers slipped from her grasp, and falling upon
the stage, rolled into the cavern in which Morok was struggling
with the panther.
Quick as lightning, supple and agile as a tiger, yielding to
,
the intoxication of his love, and to the wild ardor excited in
him by the roaring of the panther, Djalma sprang at one bound
upon the stage, drew his dagger, and rushed into the cavern
to recover Adrienne's nosegay. At that instant Morok, being
wounded, uttered a dreadful cry for help; the panther, rendered
still more furious at sight of Djalma, made the most desperate
efforts to break her chain. Unable to succeed in doing so, she
rose upon her hind legs, in order to seize Djalma, then within
reach of her sharp claws. It was only by bending down his
head, throwing himself on his knees, and twice plunging his
dagger into her belly with the rapidity of lightning, that Djalma
escaped certain death. The panther gave a howl, and fell with
her whole weight upon the prince. For a second, during which
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lasted her terrible agony, nothing was seen but a confused and
convulsive mass of black limbs, and white garments stained
with blood: and then Djalma rose, pale, bleeding – for he was
wounded; and standing erect, his eye flashing with savage pride,
his foot on the body of the panther, he held in his hand Adri-
enne's bouquet, and cast towards her a glance which told the
intensity of his love. Then only did Adrienne feel her strength
fail her; for only superhuman courage had enabled her to watch
all the terrible incidents of the struggle.
THE CHASTISEMENT
From «The Wandering Jew)
I
-
T is night. The moon shines and the stars glimmer in the
midst of a serene but cheerless sky; the sharp whistlings
of the north wind - that fatal dry and icy breeze-ever and
anon burst forth in violent gusts.
With its harsh and cutting
breath it sweeps the Heights of Montmartre. On the highest
point of the hills a man is standing. His long shadow is cast
upon the stony, moonlit ground. He gazes on the immense city
which lies outspread beneath his feet,- Paris, - with the dark
outline of its towers, cupolas, domes, and steeples, standing out
from the limpid blue of the horizon, while from the midst of the
ocean of masonry rises a luminous vapor, that reddens the starry
azure of the sky. It is the distant reflection of the thousand
fires which at night, the hour of pleasures, light up so joyously
the noisy capital.
“No,” said the wayfarer: “it is not to be. The Lord will not
exact it. Is not twice enough?
“Five centuſies ago, the avenging hand of the Almighty
drove me hither from the uttermost confines of Asia. A solitary
traveler, I had left behind me more grief, despair, disaster, and
death, than the innumerable armies of a hundred devastating
conquerors. I entered this town, and it too was decimated.
"Again, two centuries ago, the inexorable hand which leads
me through the world brought me once more hither; and then,
as the time before, the plague, which the Almighty attaches to
my steps, again ravaged this city, and fell first on my brethren,
already worn out with labor and misery.
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«My brethren - mine! - the cobbler of Jerusalem, the artisan
accursed by the Lord, who in my person condemned the whole
race of workmen, ever suffering, ever disinherited, ever in slav-
ery, toiling on like me, without rest or pause, without recompense
or hope, till men, women, and children, young and old, all die
beneath the same iron yoke, - that murderous yoke, which others
take in their turn, thus to be borne from age to age on the sub-
missive and bruised shoulders of the masses.
"And now, for the third time in five centuries, I reach the
summit of one of the hills that overlook the city. And perhaps
I again bring with me fear, desolation, and death.
« Yet this city, intoxicated with the sounds of its joys and its
nocturnal revelries, does not know — oh! does not know that I
am at its gates.
“But no, no! my presence will not be a new calamity. The
Lord, in his impenetrable views, has hitherto led me through
France so as to avoid the humblest hamlet; and the sound of
the funeral knell has not accompanied my passage.
"And moreover, the spectre has left me the green, livid
spectre, with its hollow bloodshot eyes. When I touched the soil
I
of France, its damp and icy hand was no longer clasped in mine
and it disappeared.
"And yet I feel that the atmosphere of death is around me.
“The sharp whistlings of that fatal wind cease not, which,
catching me in their whirl, seem to propagate blasting and mil.
dew as they blow.
“But perhaps the wrath of the Lord is appeased, and my pres.
ence here is only a threat — to be communicated in some way to
those whom it should intimidate.
Yes; for otherwise he would smite with a fearful blow, by
first scattering terror and death here in the heart of the country,
in the bosom of this immense city!
“Oh! no, no! the Lord will be merciful. No! he will not
condemn me to this new torture.
“Alas! in this city, my brethren
numerous and
miserable than elsewhere. And should I be their messenger of
death?
“No! the Lord will have pity. For, alas! the seven descend-
ants of my sister have at length met in this town. And to them
likewise should I be the messenger of death, instead of the help
they so much need ?
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For that woman, who like me wanders from one border
of the earth to the other, after having once more rent asunder
the nets of their enemies, has gone forth upon her endless jour-
ney.
“In vain she foresaw that new misfortunes threatened
my
sister's family.
The invisible hand that drives me on, drives her
on also.
Carried away, as of old, by the irresistible whirlwind, at the
moment of leaving my kindred to their fate, she in vain cried
with supplicating tone: Let me at least, O Lord, complete my
task! ' -'Go on! '- A few days, in mercy, only a few poor
days! '-'Go on! '- I leave those I love on the brink of the
abyss! ' -'Go on! Go on!
"And the wandering star again started on its eternal round.
And her voice, passing through space, called me to the assistance
of my own.
“When that voice reached me, I knew that the descendants of
my sister were still exposed to frightful perils. Those perils are
even now on the increase.
“Tell me, O Lord! will they escape the scourge which for so
many centuries has weighed down our race?
Wilt thou pardon me in them ? wilt thou punish me in them?
Oh that they might obey the last will of their ancestor!
“Oh that they might join together their charitable hearts,
their valor and their strength, their noble intelligence, and their
great riches!
« They would then labor for the future happiness of humanity
- they would thus, perhaps, redeem me from my eternal punish-
ment!
«The words of the Son of Man, LoVE YE ONE ANOTHER,' will
be their only end, their only means.
« By the help of those all-powerful words they will fight and
conquer the false priests who have renounced the precepts of
love, peace, and hope, for lessons of hatred, violence, and despair;
those false priests who, kept in pay by the powerful and happy
of this world, their accomplices in every age, instead of asking
here below for some slight share of well-being for my unfortu-
nate brethren, dare in thy name, O Lord God, to assert that the
poor are condemned to endless suffering in this world, and that
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because the happiness of the few, and the misery of nearly the
whole human race, is (oh, blasphemy! ) according to thy will.
Is not the very contrary of those murderous words alone worthy
of Divinity!
“In mercy, hear me, Lord! Rescue from their enemies the
descendants of my sister — the artisan as the king's son. Do not
let them destroy the germ of so mighty and fruitful an
ciation, which, with thy blessing, would make an epoch in the
annals of human happiness!
“Let me unite them, O Lord, since others would divide them;
defend them, since others attack: let me give hope to those
who have ceased to hope, courage to those who are brought low
with fear; let me raise up the falling, and sustain those who
persevere in the way of the righteous!
"And peradventure their struggles, devotion, virtue, and grief
may expiate my fault — that of a man whom misfortune alone
rendered unjust and wicked.
"Oh! since thy Almighty hand hath led me hither,- to what
end I know not, - lay aside thy wrath, I beseech thee; let me be
no longer the instrument of thy vengeance!
Enough of woe upon the earth! for the last two years, thy
creatures have fallen by thousands upon my track. The world
is decimated. A veil of mourning extends over all the globe.
«From Asia to the icy Pole, they died upon the path of the
wanderer. Dost thou not hear the long-drawn sigh that rises
from the earth unto thee, O Lord ?
“Mercy for all! mercy for me! Let me but unite the de-
scendants of my sister for a single day, and they will be saved! ”
As he pronounced these words, the wayfarer sank upon his
knees, and raised to heaven his supplicating hands. Suddenly
the wind blew with redoubled violence; its sharp whistlings were
changed into the roar of a tempest.
The traveler shuddered; in a voice of terror he exclaimed:-
“The blast of death rises in its fury — the whirlwind carries
Lord! thou art then deaf to my prayer ?
“The spectre! oh, the spectre! it is again here! its green
face twitching with convulsive spasms — its red eyes rolling in
their orbits. Begone! begone! - its hand, oh! its icy hand has
again laid hold of mine.
Have mercy, heaven! » — "Go on! »
me on.
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“O Lord! the pestilence — the terrible plague — must I carry
it into this city? And my brethren will perish the first — they,
who are so sorely smitten even now! Mercy! ” “Go on! ”
"And the descendants of my sister. Mercy! Mercy! ” – "Go
ON! »
"O Lord, have pity! —I can no longer keep my ground;
the spectre drags me to the slope of the hill; my walk is rapid
as the deadly blast that rages behind me; already do I behold
the city gates. Have mercy, Lord, on the descendants of my
sister! Spare them; do not make me their executioner; let them
triumph over their enemies ! ” –“Go on! Go on! »
« The ground flies beneath my feet; there is the city gate.
Lord, it is yet time! Oh, mercy for that sleeping town! Let it
not waken to cries of terror, despair, and death! Lord, I am on
the threshold. Must it be? - Yes, it is done. Paris, the plague
is in thy bosom. The curse – oh, the eternal curse! ” Go on!
Go on! Go on! »
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SUETONIUS
(EARLY PART OF SECOND CENTURY A. D. )
are
AIUS SUETONIUS TRANQUILLUS passed his manhood under Tra-
jan and Hadrian, and so was contemporary with the younger
Pliny and with Tacitus. As private secretary to the Empe-
ror Hadrian, he probably had access to State archives if he chose to
consult them; and heard the traditional stories of court life, which,
though mostly inaccurate, indicated vividly the character and life of
the early Cæsars. Where Tacitus is lost, Suetonius becomes our chief
authority for the Lives of the Cæsars,' from Julius to Domitian.
The first six much the more fully
treated; whether because as he approached
his own time he wearied of his task, found
less alien material ready to be appropriated,
or felt the ground less secure beneath him.
Suetonius is a writer quite devoid of
earnest purpose, dignity, or literary charm.
He is usually clear and straightforward
enough in style. His warmest interest is
excited by a scandalous bit of gossip. He
makes little effort at chronological treat-
ment of public events. Altogether, he is
an author whom historians must know and
SUETONIUS use, and whom even the general reader will
find sufficiently interesting; but we can take
no pride in our enjoyment of his ignoble recitals, and must hope
that the rather vivid general picture he draws is essentially untrue.
Modern recorders of life in royal palaces would at least feel impelled
to use the darker tints less constantly.
In meagre and fragmentary form we have also from Suetonius
several lives of literary men, notably those of Horace and Terence.
The biography of Pliny the Younger is pronounced spurious: a pity,
because our pleasantest glimpses of the man Suetonius are obtained
from the courtly letter-writer. In particular, Pliny writes Trajan that
his friend is an upright and learned gentleman, whom folk often
desire to remember in their wills. ” As a childless married man, Sue-
tonius cannot legally receive such legacies, unless a special dispensa-
tion shall accord him the rights properly reserved for the fathers of
three children. This favor the Emperor, it appears, readily granted.
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The best literary edition of Suetonius is that with Latin notes in
the Lemaire collection (Paris, 1828). The lives of Julius and Augus-
tus are edited with full commentary by Professor H. T. Peck (New
York, 2d ed. , 1893). The most recent translation is by Thomson and
Forester (London, 1881).
CALIGULA'S MADNESS
H
E USED also to complain aloud of the state of the times, because
it was not rendered remarkable by any public calamities;
for while the reign of Augustus had been made memorable
to posterity by the disaster of Varus, and that of Tiberius by the
fall of the theatre at Fidenæ, his was likely to pass into obliv-
ion, from an uninterrupted series of prosperity. And at times he
wished for some terrible slaughter of his troops, a famine, a pes-
,
tilence, conflagrations, or an earthquake.
Even in the midst of his diversions, while gaming or feasting,
this savage ferocity, both in his language and actions, never for-
sook him. Persons were often put to the torture in his presence,
whilst he was dining or carousing. A soldier who was an adept
in the art of beheading used at such times to take off the heads
of prisoners, who were brought in for that purpose. At Pute-
oli, at the dedication of the bridge which he planned, as already
mentioned, he invited a number of people to come to him from
the shore, and then suddenly threw them headlong into the sea;
thrusting down with poles and oars those who, to save them-
selves, had got hold of the rudders of the ships. At Rome, in
a public feast, a slave having stolen some thin plates of silver
with which the couches were inlaid, he delivered him immedi-
ately to an executioner, with orders to cut off his hands, and lead
him round the guests with them hanging from his neck before
his breast, and a label, signifying the cause of his punishment.
A gladiator who was practicing with him, and voluntarily threw
himself at his feet, he stabbed with a poniard, and then ran
about with a palm branch in his hand, after the manner of those
who are victorious in the games. When a victim was to be
offered upon an altar, he, clad in the habit of the Popæ, and
holding the axe aloft for a while, at last slaughtered, instead of
the animal, an officer who attended to cut up the sacrifice. And
at a sumptuous entertainment he fell suddenly into a violent fit
of laughter; and upon the consuls who reclined next to him
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respectfully asking him the occasion,– "Nothing,” replied he,
“but that upon a single nod of mine you might both have your
throats cut. ”
Among many other jests, this was one: As he stood by the
statue of Jupiter, he asked Apelles the tragedian which of them
he thought was biggest ? Upon his demurring about it, he lashed
him most severely; now and then commending his voice, whilst
he entreated for mercy, as being well modulated even when he
was venting his grief. As often as he kissed the neck of his
wife or mistress, he would say, “So beautiful a throat must be
cut whenever I please; ” and now and then he would threaten
to put his dear Cæsonia to the torture, that he might discover
why he loved her so passionately.
In his behavior towards men of almost all ages, he discovered
a degree of jealousy and malignity equal to that of his cruelty
and pride. He so demolished and dispersed the statues of sev-
eral illustrious persons,— which had been removed by Augustus,
for want of room, from the court of the Capitol into the Campus
Martius, – that it was impossible to set them up again with their
inscriptions entire. And for the future, he forbade any statue
whatever to be erected without his knowledge and leave. He
had thoughts too of suppressing Homer's poems; for “Why,"
,
said he, “may not I do what Plato has done before me, who
excluded him from his commonwealth ? ” He was likewise very
near banishing the writings and the busts of Virgil and Livy
from all libraries: censuring one of them as "a man of no gen-
ius and very little learning, and the other as a verbose and
careless historian. ” He often talked of the lawyers as if he
intended to abolish their profession. By Hercules! ” he would
say, “I shall put it out of their power to answer any legal ques-
tions otherwise than by referring to me! ”
He took from the noblest persons in the city the ancient marks
of distinction used by their families: as the collar from Torqua-
tus; from Cincinnatus the curl of hair; and from Cneius Pompey
the surname of Great, belonging to that ancient family. Ptolemy,
mentioned before, whom he invited from his kingdom, and re-
ceived with great honors, he suddenly put to death; for no other
reason but because he observed that upon entering the theatre,
at a public exhibition, he attracted the eyes of all the spectators
by the splendor of his purple robe. As often as he met with
handsome men who had fine heads of hair, he would order the
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back of their heads to be shaved, to make them appear ridicu-
lous. There was one Esius Proculus, the son of a centurion of
the first rank, who, for his great stature and fine proportions, was
called the Colossal. Him he ordered to be dragged from his seat
in the arena, and matched with a gladiator in light armor, and
afterwards with another completely armed; and upon his worst-
ing them both, commanded him forthwith to be bound, to be led
clothed in rags up and down the streets of the city, and after
being exhibited in that plight to the women, to be then butchered.
There was no man of so abject or mean condition, whose excel-
lency in any kind he did not envy.
COWARDICE AND DEATH OF NERO
OM
N THE arrival of the news that the rest of the armies had
declared against him, he tore to pieces the letters which
were delivered to him at dinner, overthrew the table,
and dashed with violence against the ground two favorite cups,
which he called Homer's because some of that poet's verses
were cut upon them. Then taking from Locusta a dose of poi-
son, which he put up in a golden box, he went into the Servilian
gardens: and thence dispatching a trusty freedman to Ostia, with
orders to make ready a fleet, he endeavored to prevail with some
tribunes and centurions of the prætorian guards to attend him
in his flight; but part of them showing no great inclination to
comply, others absolutely refusing, and one of them crying out
aloud, -
“Usque adeone mori miserum est ? »
[Say, is it then so sad a thing to die? ]
he was in great perplexity whether he should submit himself to
Galba, or apply to the Parthians for protection, or else appear
before the people dressed in mourning, and upon the rostra, in
the most piteous manner, beg pardon for his past misdemeanors,
and if he could not prevail, request of them to grant him at least
the government of Egypt. A speech to this purpose was after-
wards found in his writing-case. But it is conjectured that he
durst not venture upon this project, for fear of being torn to
pieces before he could get to the forum. Deferring therefore
his resolution until the next day, he awoke about midnight, and
finding the guards withdrawn, he leaped out of bed, and sent
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sage in
.
round for his friends. But none of them vouchsafing any mes-
reply, he went with a few attendants to their houses.
The doors being everywhere shut, and no one giving him any
answer, he returned to his bed-chamber, whence those who had
the charge of it had all now eloped; some having gone one way
and some another, carrying off with them his bedding and box
of poison. He then endeavored to find Spicillus the gladiator,
or some one, to kill him; but not being able to procure any one,
« What! ” said he, have I then neither friend nor foe? ” and im-
mediately ran out, as if he would throw himself into the Tiber.
But this furious impulse subsiding, he wished for some place
of privacy, where he might collect his thoughts; and his freed-
man Phaon offering him his country-house, between the Salarian
and Nomentan roads, about four miles from the city, he mounted
a horse, barefoot as he was and in his tunic, only slipping over
it an old soiled cloak; with his head muffled up, and a handker-
chief before his face, and four persons only to attend him, of
whom Sporus was one. He was suddenly struck with horror
by an earthquake, and by a flash of lightning which darted full
in his face; and heard from the neighboring camp the shouts of
the soldiers, wishing his destruction, and prosperity to Galba. He
also heard a traveler they met on the road say, “They are in
pursuit of Nero;” and another ask, “Is there any news in the
city about Nero ? » Uncovering his face when his horse was
started by the scent of a carcass which lay in the road, he was
recognized and saluted by an old soldier who had been discharged
from the guards. When they came to the lane which turned up
to the house, they quitted their horses, and with much difficulty
he wound among bushes and briers, and along a track through a
bed of rushes, over which they spread their cloaks for him to
walk on. Having reached a wall at the back of the villa, Phaon
advised him to hide himself awhile in a sand-pit; when he re-
plied, "I will not go underground alive. ” Staying there some
little time, while preparations were made for bringing him pri-
vately into the villa, he took up in his hand some water out of
a neighboring tank, to drink, saying, “This is Nero's distilled
water. ” Then, his cloak having been torn by the brambles, he
pulled out the thorns which stuck in it. At last, being admitted,
creeping upon his hands and knees through a hole made for him
in the wall, he lay down in the first closet he came to, upon a
miserable pallet, with an old coverlet thrown over it; and being
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both hungry and thirsty, though he refused some coarse bread
that was brought him, he drank a little warm water.
All who surrounded him now pressing him to save himself
from the indignities which were ready to befall him, he ordered
a pit to be sunk before his eyes, of the size of his body, and the
bottom to be covered with pieces of marble put together, if any
could be found about the house; and water and wood to be got
ready for immediate use about his corpse: weeping at everything
that was done, and frequently saying, "What an artist is now
about to perish! ” Meanwhile, letters being brought in by a sery-
ant belonging to Phaon, he snatched them out of his hand and
there read, “That he had been declared an enemy by the Senate;
and that search was making for him, that he might be pun-
ished according to the ancient custom of the Romans. ” He then
inquired what kind of punishment that was; and being told that
the practice was to strip the criminal naked and scourge him to
death, while his neck was fastened within a forked stake, he was
so terrified that he took up two daggers which he had brought
with him, and after feeling the points of both, put them up again,
saying, “The fatal hour has not yet come. ” One while, he begged
of Sporus to begin to wail and lament; another while, he en-
treated that one of them would set him an example by killing
himself; and then again, he condemned his own want of resolu-
tion in these words: “I yet live, to my shame and disgrace: this
is not becoming for Nero; it is not becoming. · Thou oughtest
in such circumstances to have a good heart. Come then; cour-
age, man!
The horsemen who had received orders to bring
him away alive, were now approaching the house.
As soon
he heard them coming, he uttered with a trembling voice the fol-
lowing verse:-
“Ιππων μ' ωκυπόδων αμφί χτύπος ουατα βάλλει:
(The noise of swift-heeled steeds assails my ears;)
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as
he then drove a dagger into his throat, being assisted in the act
by his secretary Epaphroditus. A centurion bursting in just as
he was dying, and applying his cloak to the wound, pretending
that he was come to his assistance, he made no other reply but
this: «'Tis too late,” and “Is this your loyalty ? ) Immediately
»
after pronouncing these words he expired, with his eyes fixed
and starting out of his head, to the terror of all who beheld him.
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VITELLIUS
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WAS chiefly addicted to the vices of luxury and cruelty.
He always made three meals a day, sometimes four; break-
fast, dinner, and supper, and a drunken revel after all.
For these several meals he would make different ap-
pointments at the houses of his friends, on the same day. None
ever entertained him at less expense than 400,000 sesterces Cover
$20,000). The most famous was a set entertainment given him
by his brother, at which, it is said, there were served up no less
than two thousand choice fishes and seven thousand birds.
Yet
even this supper he himself outdid, at a feast he gave on the
first use of a dish which had been made for him, and which
for its extraordinary size he called “The Shield of Minerva. ”
In this dish were tossed up together the livers of char-fish, the
brains of pheasants and peacocks, the tongues of flamingoes, and
the entrails of lampreys, which had been brought in ships of
war as far as from the Carpathian Sea and the Spanish Straits.
He was not only a man of insatiable appetite, but would gratify
it at the most unseasonable times, and with any garbage that
came in his way.
He delighted in the infliction of punishments, even capital
ones, without any distinction of persons or occasions. Several
noblemen, his schoolfellows and companions, invited by him to
court, he treated with such flattering caresses as seemed to indi-
cate an affection short only of admitting them to share the hon-
ors of the imperial dignity; yet he put them all to death by
some base means or other. To one he gave poison with his own
hand, in a cup of cold water which he called for in a fever.
He scarcely spared one of all the usurers, notaries, and publicans
who had ever demanded a debt of him at Rome, or any toll
or custom on the road. One of these, while in the very act of
saluting him, he ordered for execution, but immediately sent for
him back; upon which all about him applauding his clemency,
he commanded him to be slain in his own presence, saying, "I
have a mind to feed my eyes. ” Two sons who interceded for
their father, he ordered to be executed with him. A Roman
knight, upon his being dragged away for execution, and crying
out to him, “You are my heir,” he desired to produce his will;
and finding that he had made his freedman joint heir with him,
he commanded that both he and the freedman should have their
throats cut.
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SULLY-PRUDHOMME
(RENÉ FRANÇOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME)
(1839-)
BY FIRMIN ROZ
ULLY-PRUDHOMME, born in Paris, May 16th, 1839, is the poet
who best represents the last third of the century. But he
represents it as a poet; that is, in beauty and in noble-
ness, in its most intimate aspirations, in its purest sorrows, in its
most beautiful impulses.
The spirit so freely poured out in romantic lyricism seemed, after
an enchanted rest in the picturesque poetry
of Théophile Gautier and the fancy of Théo-
dore de Banville, to reawaken and come to
itself again. After the period during which
it found the fullest expression, and that
during which it had seemed to forget its
own existence, behold it meditating in the
midst of tumult, and seeking illumination
to guide its way henceforth more prudently.
Leconte de Lisle examines the history of
the beliefs of humanity, and sets forth the
different forms of the Divine dream and
of the conception of life, in the Poèmes SULLY-PRUDHOMME
Antiques) (1853) and the 'Poèmes Barbares)
(1859); which made him, in the absence of Victor Hugo, then in
exile, the acknowledged master of French poetry. Around him are
grouped the poets who were soon to take the name of «Parnassians,"
after the publication of their verses by the publisher Lemerre in
the collection Parnasse Contemporain? (1866). Sully-Prudhomme,
younger by twenty years, came by another way. A very tender
sensibility was united in him to very serious reflection. His educa-
tion had favored these natural tendencies. Reared by a mother in
mourning, who was never consoled for the death of an adored hus-
band,- for whom she had waited ten years, and whom she lost after
four years of marriage, - the child had been placed in school very
young, and had already suffered from “the first loneliness. ) Later,
preparation for the École Polytechnique had developed in him a taste
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for the sciences, and had revealed to him the secrets of their exact
methods.
"A surprise ? oh! that is different. Only make haste- do you
.
hear, Prince Charming! ” added she, looking tenderly at Djalma.
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(
"My heart is breaking,” said Djalma, in a hollow voice to
Faringhea, still using the language of India.
“But to-morrow it will bound with joy and love," answered
the half-caste. It is only by disdain that you can conquer a
proud woman. To-morrow, I tell you, she will be trembling, con-
fused, supplicating, at your feet! ”
« To-morrow she will hate me like death replied the prince
«?
mournfully.
“Yes, were she now to see you weak and cowardly. It is
now too late to draw back: look full at her, take the nosegay
from this girl, and raise it to your lips. Instantly you will see
yonder woman, proud as she is, grow pale and red, as just now.
Then will you believe me? ”
Reduced by despair to make almost any attempt, and fasci.
nated in spite of himself by the diabolical hints of Faringhea,
Djalma looked for a second full at Mademoiselle de Cardoville;
then with a trembling hand he took the bouquet from Rose-
Pompon, and again looking at Adrienne, pressed it to his lips.
Upon this insolent bravado, Mademoiselle de Cardoville could
not restrain so sudden and visible a pang that the prince was
struck by it.
"She is yours," said the half-caste to him.
my lord, how she trembled with jealousy? Only have courage,
and she is yours.
She would soon prefer you to that handsome
young man behind her— for it is he whom she has hitherto fan-
cied herself in love with. ”
As if the half-caste had guessed the movement of rage and
hatred which this revelation would excite in the heart of the
prince, he hastily added, “Calmness and disdain! Is it not his
turn now to hate you ? »
The prince restrained himself, and drew his hand across his
forehead, which glowed with anger.
“There now! what are you telling him that vexes him so ? ”
said Rose-Pompon to Faringhea, with pouting lip. Then address-
ing Djalma, she continued, “Come, Prince Charming, as they say
in the fairy tale,- give me back my flowers. ”
As she took the bouquet again, she added, “You have kissed it,
and I could almost eat it. ” Then with a sigh, and a passion-
ate glance at Djalma, she said softly to herself, “That monster
Ninny Moulin did not deceive me. All this is quite proper; I
have not even that to reproach myself with. ” And with her little
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white teeth she bit at a rosy nail of her right hand, from which
she had just drawn the glove.
It is hardly necessary to say that Adrienne's letter had not
been delivered to the prince, and that he had not gone to pass
the day in the country with Marshal Simon. During the three
days in which Montbron had not seen Djalma, Faringhea had
persuaded him that by affecting another passion, he would bring
Mademoiselle de Cardoville to terms. With regard to Djalma's
presence at the theatre, Rodin had learned from her maid Flo-
rine that her mistress was to go in the evening to the Porte-Saint-
Martin. Before Djalma had recognized her, Adrienne, who felt
her strength failing her, was on the point of quitting the theatre:
the man whom she had hitherto placed so high, whom she had
regarded as a hero and a demigod, and whom she had imagined
plunged in such dreadful despair that, led by the most tender
pity, she had written to him with simple frankness, that a sweet
hope might calm his grief,— replied to a generous mark of sin-
cerity and love by making himself a ridiculous spectacle with a
creature unworthy of him.
What incurable wounds for Adrienne's pride! It mattered
little whether Djalma knew or not that she would be a spec-
tator of the indignity. But when she saw herself recognized by
the prince, when he carried the insult so far as to look full at
her, and at the same time raise to his lips the bouquet of the
creature who accompanied him, Adrienne was seized with noble
indignation, and felt sufficient courage to remain; instead of clos-
ing her eyes to evidence, she found a sort of barbarous pleas-
ure in assisting at the agony and death of her pure and divine
love. With head erect, proud and flashing eye, flushed cheek,
and curling lip, she looked in her turn at the prince with dis-
dafnful steadiness. It was with a sardonic smile that she said
to the marchioness, who, like many others of the spectators, was
occupied with what was passing in the stage-box, “This revolt-
ing exhibition of savage manners is at least in accordance with
the rest of the performance. ”
"Certainly,” said the marchioness; and my dear uncle will
have lost, perhaps, the most amusing part. ”
« Montbron ? ” said Adrienne hastily, with hardly repressed
bitterness: "yes, he will regret not having seen all. I am im-
I
patient for his arrival. Is it not to him that I am indebted for
I
this charming evening ? ”
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Perhaps Madame de Morinval would have remarked the ex-
pression of bitter irony that Adrienne could not altogether dis-
semble, if suddenly a hoarse and prolonged roar had not attracted
her attention, as well as that of the rest of the audience, who
had hitherto been quite indifferent to the scenes intended for an
introduction to the appearance of Morok. Every eye was now
turned instinctively towards the cavern, situated to the left of the
stage, just below Mademoiselle de Cardoville's box; a thrill of
curiosity ran through the house.
A second roar, deeper and more sonorous, and apparently ex.
pressive of more irritation, than the first, now rose from the cave;
the mouth of which was half hidden by artificial brambles, made
so as to be easily put on one side. At this sound the English-
man stood up in his little box, leaned half over the front, and
began to rub his hands with great energy; then remaining per-
fectly motionless, he fixed his large, green, glittering eyes on
the mouth of the cavern.
At these ferocious howlings, Djalma also had started, notwith-
standing the frenzy of love, hate, and jealousy to which he was
a prey. The sight of this forest, and the roarings of the panther,
filled him with deep emotion; for they recalled the remembrance
of his country, and of those great hunts which, like war, have
their own terrible excitement. Had he suddenly heard the horns
and gongs of his father's army sounding to the charge, he could
not have been transported with more savage ardor. And now
deep growls, like distant thunder, almost drowned the roar of
the panther. The lion and tiger, Judas and Cain, answered her
.
from their dens at the back of the stage. On this frightful con-
cert, with which his ears had been familiar in the midst of the
solitudes of India, when he lay encamped for the purposes of
the chase or of war, Djalma's blood boiled in his veins. His
eyes sparkled with a wild ardor. Leaning a little forward, with
both hands pressed on the front of the box, his whole body
trembled with a convulsive shudder. The audience, the theatre,
Adrienne herself, no longer existed for him: he was in a forest
of his own lands, tracking the tiger.
Then there mingled with his beauty so intrepid and ferocious
an expression, that Rose-Pompon looked at him with a sort of
terror and passionate admiration. For the first time in her life,
perhaps, her pretty blue eyes, generally so gay and mischiev-
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»
she felt; but her heart seemed tightened, and beat violently, as
though some calamity were at hand.
Yielding to a movement of involuntary fear, she seized Djalma
by the arm, and said to him, “Do not stare so into that cavern;
you frighten me. ”
Djalma did not hear what she said.
“Here he is! here he is! ” murmured the crowd, almost with
one voice, as Morok appeared at the back of the stage.
Dressed as we have described, Morok now carried in addition
a bow and a long quiver full of arrows. He slowly descended
the line of painted rocks, which came sloping down towards the
centre of the stage. From time to time, he stopped as if to
listen, and appeared to advance with caution. Looking from one
side to the other, his eyes involuntarily encountered the large
green eyes of the Englishman, whose box was close to the cav-
Instantly the lion-tamer's countenance was contracted in so
frightful a manner that Lady Morinval, who was examining him
closely with the aid of an excellent glass, said hastily to Adrienne,
" “My dear, the man is afraid. Some misfortune will happen. ”
“How can accidents happen,” said Adrienne with a sardonic
smile, in the midst of this brilliant crowd, so well dressed and
full of animation! Misfortunes here this evening! why, dear
Julia, you do not think it. It is in darkness and solitude that
misfortunes come, - never in the midst of a joyous crowd, and in
all this blaze of light. ”
"Good gracious, Adrienne! take care! ” cried the marchioness,
unable to repress an exclamation of alarm, and seizing her arm
as if to draw her closer: “do you not see it ? » And with a
trembling hand she pointed to the cavern's mouth. Adrienne
hastily bent forward, and looked in that direction.
« Take care,
do not lean forward so! ” exclaimed Lady Morinval.
“Your terrors are nonsensical, my dear,” said the marquis to
his wife. “The panther is securely chained; and even were it to
break its chain, which is impossible, we are beyond its reach. ”
A long murmur of trembling curiosity here ran through the
house, and every eye was intently fixed on the cavern. From
amongst the artificial brambles, which she abruptly pushed aside
with her broad chest, the black panther suddenly appeared.
Twice she stretched forth her flat head, illumined by yellow,
flaming eyes; then, half opening her blood-red jaws, she uttered
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another roar, and exhibited two rows of formidable fangs. A
double iron chain, and a collar also of iron, painted black, blended
with the ebon shades of her hide, and with the darkness of
the cavern. The illusion was complete, and the terrible animal
seemed to be at liberty in her den.
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"Ladies,” said the marquis suddenly, “look at those Indians.
Their emotion makes them superb! ”
In fact, the sight of the panther had raised the wild ardor
of Djalma to its utmost pitch. His eyes sparkled in their pearly
orbits like two black diamonds; his upper lip was curled convuls-
ively with an expression of animal ferocity, as if he were in a
violent paroxysm of rage.
Faringhea, now leaning on the front of the box, was also
greatly excited, by reason of a strange coincidence. «That black
panther of so rare a breed,” thought he, which I see here at
Paris upon a stage, must be the very one that the Malay”
(the Thug who had tattooed Djalma at Java during his sleep)
"took quite young from his den, and sold to a European cap-
tain. Bowanee's power is everywhere! ” added the Thug, in his
sanguinary superstition.
"Do you not think,” resumed the marquis, addressing Adri-
enne, “that those Indians are really splendid in their present atti-
tude ? »
Perhaps they may have seen such a hunt in their own coun-
try,” said Adrienne, as if she would recall and brave the most
cruel remembrances.
“Adrienne,” said the marchioness suddenly, in an agitated
voice, “the lion-tamer has now come nearer is not his coun-
tenance fearful to look at ? I tell you he is afraid. ”
«In truth,” observed the marquis, this time very seriously,
“he is dreadfully pale, and seems to grow worse every minute,
the nearer he approaches this side. It is said that were he to
lose his presence of mind for a single moment, he would run the
greatest danger. ”
«Oh! it would be horrible, cried the marchioness, addressing
Adrienne, “if he were wounded there - under our eyes! ”
" Every wound does not kill,” replied her friend, with an
accent of such cold indifference that the marchioness looked at
her with surprise, and said to her, “My dear girl, what you say
is cruel! ”
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“It is the air of the place that acts on me," answered Adri-
enne with an icy smile.
“Look! look! the lion-tamer is about to shoot his arrow at
the panther,” said the marquis suddenly. “No doubt he will
next perform the hand-to-hand grapple. ”
Morok was at this moment in front of the stage, but he had
yet to traverse its entire breadth to reach the cavern's mouth.
He stopped an instant, adjusted an arrow to the string, knelt
down behind a mass of rock, took deliberate aim — and then the
arrow hissed across the stage, and was lost in the depths of
the cavern, into which the panther had retired, after showing
for a moment her threatening head to the audience. Hardly had
the arrow disappeared, than Death, purposely irritated by Goliath
(who was invisible), sent forth a howl of rage, as if she had
been really wounded. Morok's actions became so expressive, he
evinced so naturally his joy at having hit the wild beast, that
a tempest of applause burst from every quarter of the house.
Then throwing away his bow, he drew a dagger from his girdle,
took it between his teeth, and began to crawl forward on hands
and knees, as though he meant to surprise the wounded panther
in his den. To render the illusion perfect, Death, again excited
by Goliath, who struck him with an iron bar, sent forth fright-
ful howlings from the depths of the cavern.
The gloomy aspect of the forest, only half lighted with a red-
dish glare, was so effective, the howlings of the panther were so
furious, the gestures, attitude, and countenance of Morok were
so expressive of terror, that the audience, attentive and trem-
bling, now maintained a profound silence. Every one held his
a
breath; and a kind of shudder came over the spectators, as
though they expected some horrible event. What gave such a
fearful air of truth to the pantomime of Morok was that, as he
approached the cavern step by step, he approached also the Eng-
lishman's box. In spite of himself, the lion-tamer, fascinated by
terror, could not take his eyes from the large green eyes of this
man; and it seemed as if every one of the abrupt movements
which he made in crawling along was produced by a species of
magnetic attraction, caused by the fixed gaze of the fatal wa-
gerer. Therefore the nearer Morok approached, the more ghastly
and livid he became. At sight of this pantomime, which was no
longer acting, but the real expression of intense fear, the deep
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upon her.
and trembling silence which had reigned in the theatre was once
more interrupted by cheers, with which were mingled the roar-
ings of the panther, and the distant growls of the lion and tiger.
The Englishman leaned almost out of his box, with a fright-
ful sardonic smile on his lip; and with his large eyes still fixed,
panted for breath. The perspiration ran down his bald red fore-
head, as if he had really expended an incredible amount of mag-
netic power in attracting Morok, whom he now saw close to the
cavern entrance. The moment was decisive. Crouching down
with his dagger in his hand, following with eye and gesture
every movement of Death,— who, roaring furiously, and open-
ing wide her enormous jaws, seemed determined to guard the
entrance of her den,- Morok waited for the moment to rush
There is such fascination in danger, that Adrienne
shared in spite of herself the feeling of painful curiosity, mixed
with terror, that thrilled through all the spectators. Leaning for-
ward like the marchioness, and gazing upon this scene of fearful
interest, the lady still held mechanically in her hand the Indian
bouquet preserved since the morning. Suddenly Morok raised
a wild shout, as he rushed towards Death; who answered this
exclamation by a dreadful roar, and threw herself upon her
master with so much fury that Adrienne, in alarm, believing
the man lost, drew herself back, and covered her face with her
hands. Her Aowers slipped from her grasp, and falling upon
the stage, rolled into the cavern in which Morok was struggling
with the panther.
Quick as lightning, supple and agile as a tiger, yielding to
,
the intoxication of his love, and to the wild ardor excited in
him by the roaring of the panther, Djalma sprang at one bound
upon the stage, drew his dagger, and rushed into the cavern
to recover Adrienne's nosegay. At that instant Morok, being
wounded, uttered a dreadful cry for help; the panther, rendered
still more furious at sight of Djalma, made the most desperate
efforts to break her chain. Unable to succeed in doing so, she
rose upon her hind legs, in order to seize Djalma, then within
reach of her sharp claws. It was only by bending down his
head, throwing himself on his knees, and twice plunging his
dagger into her belly with the rapidity of lightning, that Djalma
escaped certain death. The panther gave a howl, and fell with
her whole weight upon the prince. For a second, during which
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lasted her terrible agony, nothing was seen but a confused and
convulsive mass of black limbs, and white garments stained
with blood: and then Djalma rose, pale, bleeding – for he was
wounded; and standing erect, his eye flashing with savage pride,
his foot on the body of the panther, he held in his hand Adri-
enne's bouquet, and cast towards her a glance which told the
intensity of his love. Then only did Adrienne feel her strength
fail her; for only superhuman courage had enabled her to watch
all the terrible incidents of the struggle.
THE CHASTISEMENT
From «The Wandering Jew)
I
-
T is night. The moon shines and the stars glimmer in the
midst of a serene but cheerless sky; the sharp whistlings
of the north wind - that fatal dry and icy breeze-ever and
anon burst forth in violent gusts.
With its harsh and cutting
breath it sweeps the Heights of Montmartre. On the highest
point of the hills a man is standing. His long shadow is cast
upon the stony, moonlit ground. He gazes on the immense city
which lies outspread beneath his feet,- Paris, - with the dark
outline of its towers, cupolas, domes, and steeples, standing out
from the limpid blue of the horizon, while from the midst of the
ocean of masonry rises a luminous vapor, that reddens the starry
azure of the sky. It is the distant reflection of the thousand
fires which at night, the hour of pleasures, light up so joyously
the noisy capital.
“No,” said the wayfarer: “it is not to be. The Lord will not
exact it. Is not twice enough?
“Five centuſies ago, the avenging hand of the Almighty
drove me hither from the uttermost confines of Asia. A solitary
traveler, I had left behind me more grief, despair, disaster, and
death, than the innumerable armies of a hundred devastating
conquerors. I entered this town, and it too was decimated.
"Again, two centuries ago, the inexorable hand which leads
me through the world brought me once more hither; and then,
as the time before, the plague, which the Almighty attaches to
my steps, again ravaged this city, and fell first on my brethren,
already worn out with labor and misery.
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«My brethren - mine! - the cobbler of Jerusalem, the artisan
accursed by the Lord, who in my person condemned the whole
race of workmen, ever suffering, ever disinherited, ever in slav-
ery, toiling on like me, without rest or pause, without recompense
or hope, till men, women, and children, young and old, all die
beneath the same iron yoke, - that murderous yoke, which others
take in their turn, thus to be borne from age to age on the sub-
missive and bruised shoulders of the masses.
"And now, for the third time in five centuries, I reach the
summit of one of the hills that overlook the city. And perhaps
I again bring with me fear, desolation, and death.
« Yet this city, intoxicated with the sounds of its joys and its
nocturnal revelries, does not know — oh! does not know that I
am at its gates.
“But no, no! my presence will not be a new calamity. The
Lord, in his impenetrable views, has hitherto led me through
France so as to avoid the humblest hamlet; and the sound of
the funeral knell has not accompanied my passage.
"And moreover, the spectre has left me the green, livid
spectre, with its hollow bloodshot eyes. When I touched the soil
I
of France, its damp and icy hand was no longer clasped in mine
and it disappeared.
"And yet I feel that the atmosphere of death is around me.
“The sharp whistlings of that fatal wind cease not, which,
catching me in their whirl, seem to propagate blasting and mil.
dew as they blow.
“But perhaps the wrath of the Lord is appeased, and my pres.
ence here is only a threat — to be communicated in some way to
those whom it should intimidate.
Yes; for otherwise he would smite with a fearful blow, by
first scattering terror and death here in the heart of the country,
in the bosom of this immense city!
“Oh! no, no! the Lord will be merciful. No! he will not
condemn me to this new torture.
“Alas! in this city, my brethren
numerous and
miserable than elsewhere. And should I be their messenger of
death?
“No! the Lord will have pity. For, alas! the seven descend-
ants of my sister have at length met in this town. And to them
likewise should I be the messenger of death, instead of the help
they so much need ?
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For that woman, who like me wanders from one border
of the earth to the other, after having once more rent asunder
the nets of their enemies, has gone forth upon her endless jour-
ney.
“In vain she foresaw that new misfortunes threatened
my
sister's family.
The invisible hand that drives me on, drives her
on also.
Carried away, as of old, by the irresistible whirlwind, at the
moment of leaving my kindred to their fate, she in vain cried
with supplicating tone: Let me at least, O Lord, complete my
task! ' -'Go on! '- A few days, in mercy, only a few poor
days! '-'Go on! '- I leave those I love on the brink of the
abyss! ' -'Go on! Go on!
"And the wandering star again started on its eternal round.
And her voice, passing through space, called me to the assistance
of my own.
“When that voice reached me, I knew that the descendants of
my sister were still exposed to frightful perils. Those perils are
even now on the increase.
“Tell me, O Lord! will they escape the scourge which for so
many centuries has weighed down our race?
Wilt thou pardon me in them ? wilt thou punish me in them?
Oh that they might obey the last will of their ancestor!
“Oh that they might join together their charitable hearts,
their valor and their strength, their noble intelligence, and their
great riches!
« They would then labor for the future happiness of humanity
- they would thus, perhaps, redeem me from my eternal punish-
ment!
«The words of the Son of Man, LoVE YE ONE ANOTHER,' will
be their only end, their only means.
« By the help of those all-powerful words they will fight and
conquer the false priests who have renounced the precepts of
love, peace, and hope, for lessons of hatred, violence, and despair;
those false priests who, kept in pay by the powerful and happy
of this world, their accomplices in every age, instead of asking
here below for some slight share of well-being for my unfortu-
nate brethren, dare in thy name, O Lord God, to assert that the
poor are condemned to endless suffering in this world, and that
the desire or the hope to suffer less is a crime in thine eyes, -
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asso-
because the happiness of the few, and the misery of nearly the
whole human race, is (oh, blasphemy! ) according to thy will.
Is not the very contrary of those murderous words alone worthy
of Divinity!
“In mercy, hear me, Lord! Rescue from their enemies the
descendants of my sister — the artisan as the king's son. Do not
let them destroy the germ of so mighty and fruitful an
ciation, which, with thy blessing, would make an epoch in the
annals of human happiness!
“Let me unite them, O Lord, since others would divide them;
defend them, since others attack: let me give hope to those
who have ceased to hope, courage to those who are brought low
with fear; let me raise up the falling, and sustain those who
persevere in the way of the righteous!
"And peradventure their struggles, devotion, virtue, and grief
may expiate my fault — that of a man whom misfortune alone
rendered unjust and wicked.
"Oh! since thy Almighty hand hath led me hither,- to what
end I know not, - lay aside thy wrath, I beseech thee; let me be
no longer the instrument of thy vengeance!
Enough of woe upon the earth! for the last two years, thy
creatures have fallen by thousands upon my track. The world
is decimated. A veil of mourning extends over all the globe.
«From Asia to the icy Pole, they died upon the path of the
wanderer. Dost thou not hear the long-drawn sigh that rises
from the earth unto thee, O Lord ?
“Mercy for all! mercy for me! Let me but unite the de-
scendants of my sister for a single day, and they will be saved! ”
As he pronounced these words, the wayfarer sank upon his
knees, and raised to heaven his supplicating hands. Suddenly
the wind blew with redoubled violence; its sharp whistlings were
changed into the roar of a tempest.
The traveler shuddered; in a voice of terror he exclaimed:-
“The blast of death rises in its fury — the whirlwind carries
Lord! thou art then deaf to my prayer ?
“The spectre! oh, the spectre! it is again here! its green
face twitching with convulsive spasms — its red eyes rolling in
their orbits. Begone! begone! - its hand, oh! its icy hand has
again laid hold of mine.
Have mercy, heaven! » — "Go on! »
me on.
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“O Lord! the pestilence — the terrible plague — must I carry
it into this city? And my brethren will perish the first — they,
who are so sorely smitten even now! Mercy! ” “Go on! ”
"And the descendants of my sister. Mercy! Mercy! ” – "Go
ON! »
"O Lord, have pity! —I can no longer keep my ground;
the spectre drags me to the slope of the hill; my walk is rapid
as the deadly blast that rages behind me; already do I behold
the city gates. Have mercy, Lord, on the descendants of my
sister! Spare them; do not make me their executioner; let them
triumph over their enemies ! ” –“Go on! Go on! »
« The ground flies beneath my feet; there is the city gate.
Lord, it is yet time! Oh, mercy for that sleeping town! Let it
not waken to cries of terror, despair, and death! Lord, I am on
the threshold. Must it be? - Yes, it is done. Paris, the plague
is in thy bosom. The curse – oh, the eternal curse! ” Go on!
Go on! Go on! »
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(EARLY PART OF SECOND CENTURY A. D. )
are
AIUS SUETONIUS TRANQUILLUS passed his manhood under Tra-
jan and Hadrian, and so was contemporary with the younger
Pliny and with Tacitus. As private secretary to the Empe-
ror Hadrian, he probably had access to State archives if he chose to
consult them; and heard the traditional stories of court life, which,
though mostly inaccurate, indicated vividly the character and life of
the early Cæsars. Where Tacitus is lost, Suetonius becomes our chief
authority for the Lives of the Cæsars,' from Julius to Domitian.
The first six much the more fully
treated; whether because as he approached
his own time he wearied of his task, found
less alien material ready to be appropriated,
or felt the ground less secure beneath him.
Suetonius is a writer quite devoid of
earnest purpose, dignity, or literary charm.
He is usually clear and straightforward
enough in style. His warmest interest is
excited by a scandalous bit of gossip. He
makes little effort at chronological treat-
ment of public events. Altogether, he is
an author whom historians must know and
SUETONIUS use, and whom even the general reader will
find sufficiently interesting; but we can take
no pride in our enjoyment of his ignoble recitals, and must hope
that the rather vivid general picture he draws is essentially untrue.
Modern recorders of life in royal palaces would at least feel impelled
to use the darker tints less constantly.
In meagre and fragmentary form we have also from Suetonius
several lives of literary men, notably those of Horace and Terence.
The biography of Pliny the Younger is pronounced spurious: a pity,
because our pleasantest glimpses of the man Suetonius are obtained
from the courtly letter-writer. In particular, Pliny writes Trajan that
his friend is an upright and learned gentleman, whom folk often
desire to remember in their wills. ” As a childless married man, Sue-
tonius cannot legally receive such legacies, unless a special dispensa-
tion shall accord him the rights properly reserved for the fathers of
three children. This favor the Emperor, it appears, readily granted.
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The best literary edition of Suetonius is that with Latin notes in
the Lemaire collection (Paris, 1828). The lives of Julius and Augus-
tus are edited with full commentary by Professor H. T. Peck (New
York, 2d ed. , 1893). The most recent translation is by Thomson and
Forester (London, 1881).
CALIGULA'S MADNESS
H
E USED also to complain aloud of the state of the times, because
it was not rendered remarkable by any public calamities;
for while the reign of Augustus had been made memorable
to posterity by the disaster of Varus, and that of Tiberius by the
fall of the theatre at Fidenæ, his was likely to pass into obliv-
ion, from an uninterrupted series of prosperity. And at times he
wished for some terrible slaughter of his troops, a famine, a pes-
,
tilence, conflagrations, or an earthquake.
Even in the midst of his diversions, while gaming or feasting,
this savage ferocity, both in his language and actions, never for-
sook him. Persons were often put to the torture in his presence,
whilst he was dining or carousing. A soldier who was an adept
in the art of beheading used at such times to take off the heads
of prisoners, who were brought in for that purpose. At Pute-
oli, at the dedication of the bridge which he planned, as already
mentioned, he invited a number of people to come to him from
the shore, and then suddenly threw them headlong into the sea;
thrusting down with poles and oars those who, to save them-
selves, had got hold of the rudders of the ships. At Rome, in
a public feast, a slave having stolen some thin plates of silver
with which the couches were inlaid, he delivered him immedi-
ately to an executioner, with orders to cut off his hands, and lead
him round the guests with them hanging from his neck before
his breast, and a label, signifying the cause of his punishment.
A gladiator who was practicing with him, and voluntarily threw
himself at his feet, he stabbed with a poniard, and then ran
about with a palm branch in his hand, after the manner of those
who are victorious in the games. When a victim was to be
offered upon an altar, he, clad in the habit of the Popæ, and
holding the axe aloft for a while, at last slaughtered, instead of
the animal, an officer who attended to cut up the sacrifice. And
at a sumptuous entertainment he fell suddenly into a violent fit
of laughter; and upon the consuls who reclined next to him
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»
respectfully asking him the occasion,– "Nothing,” replied he,
“but that upon a single nod of mine you might both have your
throats cut. ”
Among many other jests, this was one: As he stood by the
statue of Jupiter, he asked Apelles the tragedian which of them
he thought was biggest ? Upon his demurring about it, he lashed
him most severely; now and then commending his voice, whilst
he entreated for mercy, as being well modulated even when he
was venting his grief. As often as he kissed the neck of his
wife or mistress, he would say, “So beautiful a throat must be
cut whenever I please; ” and now and then he would threaten
to put his dear Cæsonia to the torture, that he might discover
why he loved her so passionately.
In his behavior towards men of almost all ages, he discovered
a degree of jealousy and malignity equal to that of his cruelty
and pride. He so demolished and dispersed the statues of sev-
eral illustrious persons,— which had been removed by Augustus,
for want of room, from the court of the Capitol into the Campus
Martius, – that it was impossible to set them up again with their
inscriptions entire. And for the future, he forbade any statue
whatever to be erected without his knowledge and leave. He
had thoughts too of suppressing Homer's poems; for “Why,"
,
said he, “may not I do what Plato has done before me, who
excluded him from his commonwealth ? ” He was likewise very
near banishing the writings and the busts of Virgil and Livy
from all libraries: censuring one of them as "a man of no gen-
ius and very little learning, and the other as a verbose and
careless historian. ” He often talked of the lawyers as if he
intended to abolish their profession. By Hercules! ” he would
say, “I shall put it out of their power to answer any legal ques-
tions otherwise than by referring to me! ”
He took from the noblest persons in the city the ancient marks
of distinction used by their families: as the collar from Torqua-
tus; from Cincinnatus the curl of hair; and from Cneius Pompey
the surname of Great, belonging to that ancient family. Ptolemy,
mentioned before, whom he invited from his kingdom, and re-
ceived with great honors, he suddenly put to death; for no other
reason but because he observed that upon entering the theatre,
at a public exhibition, he attracted the eyes of all the spectators
by the splendor of his purple robe. As often as he met with
handsome men who had fine heads of hair, he would order the
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back of their heads to be shaved, to make them appear ridicu-
lous. There was one Esius Proculus, the son of a centurion of
the first rank, who, for his great stature and fine proportions, was
called the Colossal. Him he ordered to be dragged from his seat
in the arena, and matched with a gladiator in light armor, and
afterwards with another completely armed; and upon his worst-
ing them both, commanded him forthwith to be bound, to be led
clothed in rags up and down the streets of the city, and after
being exhibited in that plight to the women, to be then butchered.
There was no man of so abject or mean condition, whose excel-
lency in any kind he did not envy.
COWARDICE AND DEATH OF NERO
OM
N THE arrival of the news that the rest of the armies had
declared against him, he tore to pieces the letters which
were delivered to him at dinner, overthrew the table,
and dashed with violence against the ground two favorite cups,
which he called Homer's because some of that poet's verses
were cut upon them. Then taking from Locusta a dose of poi-
son, which he put up in a golden box, he went into the Servilian
gardens: and thence dispatching a trusty freedman to Ostia, with
orders to make ready a fleet, he endeavored to prevail with some
tribunes and centurions of the prætorian guards to attend him
in his flight; but part of them showing no great inclination to
comply, others absolutely refusing, and one of them crying out
aloud, -
“Usque adeone mori miserum est ? »
[Say, is it then so sad a thing to die? ]
he was in great perplexity whether he should submit himself to
Galba, or apply to the Parthians for protection, or else appear
before the people dressed in mourning, and upon the rostra, in
the most piteous manner, beg pardon for his past misdemeanors,
and if he could not prevail, request of them to grant him at least
the government of Egypt. A speech to this purpose was after-
wards found in his writing-case. But it is conjectured that he
durst not venture upon this project, for fear of being torn to
pieces before he could get to the forum. Deferring therefore
his resolution until the next day, he awoke about midnight, and
finding the guards withdrawn, he leaped out of bed, and sent
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sage in
.
round for his friends. But none of them vouchsafing any mes-
reply, he went with a few attendants to their houses.
The doors being everywhere shut, and no one giving him any
answer, he returned to his bed-chamber, whence those who had
the charge of it had all now eloped; some having gone one way
and some another, carrying off with them his bedding and box
of poison. He then endeavored to find Spicillus the gladiator,
or some one, to kill him; but not being able to procure any one,
« What! ” said he, have I then neither friend nor foe? ” and im-
mediately ran out, as if he would throw himself into the Tiber.
But this furious impulse subsiding, he wished for some place
of privacy, where he might collect his thoughts; and his freed-
man Phaon offering him his country-house, between the Salarian
and Nomentan roads, about four miles from the city, he mounted
a horse, barefoot as he was and in his tunic, only slipping over
it an old soiled cloak; with his head muffled up, and a handker-
chief before his face, and four persons only to attend him, of
whom Sporus was one. He was suddenly struck with horror
by an earthquake, and by a flash of lightning which darted full
in his face; and heard from the neighboring camp the shouts of
the soldiers, wishing his destruction, and prosperity to Galba. He
also heard a traveler they met on the road say, “They are in
pursuit of Nero;” and another ask, “Is there any news in the
city about Nero ? » Uncovering his face when his horse was
started by the scent of a carcass which lay in the road, he was
recognized and saluted by an old soldier who had been discharged
from the guards. When they came to the lane which turned up
to the house, they quitted their horses, and with much difficulty
he wound among bushes and briers, and along a track through a
bed of rushes, over which they spread their cloaks for him to
walk on. Having reached a wall at the back of the villa, Phaon
advised him to hide himself awhile in a sand-pit; when he re-
plied, "I will not go underground alive. ” Staying there some
little time, while preparations were made for bringing him pri-
vately into the villa, he took up in his hand some water out of
a neighboring tank, to drink, saying, “This is Nero's distilled
water. ” Then, his cloak having been torn by the brambles, he
pulled out the thorns which stuck in it. At last, being admitted,
creeping upon his hands and knees through a hole made for him
in the wall, he lay down in the first closet he came to, upon a
miserable pallet, with an old coverlet thrown over it; and being
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both hungry and thirsty, though he refused some coarse bread
that was brought him, he drank a little warm water.
All who surrounded him now pressing him to save himself
from the indignities which were ready to befall him, he ordered
a pit to be sunk before his eyes, of the size of his body, and the
bottom to be covered with pieces of marble put together, if any
could be found about the house; and water and wood to be got
ready for immediate use about his corpse: weeping at everything
that was done, and frequently saying, "What an artist is now
about to perish! ” Meanwhile, letters being brought in by a sery-
ant belonging to Phaon, he snatched them out of his hand and
there read, “That he had been declared an enemy by the Senate;
and that search was making for him, that he might be pun-
ished according to the ancient custom of the Romans. ” He then
inquired what kind of punishment that was; and being told that
the practice was to strip the criminal naked and scourge him to
death, while his neck was fastened within a forked stake, he was
so terrified that he took up two daggers which he had brought
with him, and after feeling the points of both, put them up again,
saying, “The fatal hour has not yet come. ” One while, he begged
of Sporus to begin to wail and lament; another while, he en-
treated that one of them would set him an example by killing
himself; and then again, he condemned his own want of resolu-
tion in these words: “I yet live, to my shame and disgrace: this
is not becoming for Nero; it is not becoming. · Thou oughtest
in such circumstances to have a good heart. Come then; cour-
age, man!
The horsemen who had received orders to bring
him away alive, were now approaching the house.
As soon
he heard them coming, he uttered with a trembling voice the fol-
lowing verse:-
“Ιππων μ' ωκυπόδων αμφί χτύπος ουατα βάλλει:
(The noise of swift-heeled steeds assails my ears;)
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as
he then drove a dagger into his throat, being assisted in the act
by his secretary Epaphroditus. A centurion bursting in just as
he was dying, and applying his cloak to the wound, pretending
that he was come to his assistance, he made no other reply but
this: «'Tis too late,” and “Is this your loyalty ? ) Immediately
»
after pronouncing these words he expired, with his eyes fixed
and starting out of his head, to the terror of all who beheld him.
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SUETONIUS
VITELLIUS
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WAS chiefly addicted to the vices of luxury and cruelty.
He always made three meals a day, sometimes four; break-
fast, dinner, and supper, and a drunken revel after all.
For these several meals he would make different ap-
pointments at the houses of his friends, on the same day. None
ever entertained him at less expense than 400,000 sesterces Cover
$20,000). The most famous was a set entertainment given him
by his brother, at which, it is said, there were served up no less
than two thousand choice fishes and seven thousand birds.
Yet
even this supper he himself outdid, at a feast he gave on the
first use of a dish which had been made for him, and which
for its extraordinary size he called “The Shield of Minerva. ”
In this dish were tossed up together the livers of char-fish, the
brains of pheasants and peacocks, the tongues of flamingoes, and
the entrails of lampreys, which had been brought in ships of
war as far as from the Carpathian Sea and the Spanish Straits.
He was not only a man of insatiable appetite, but would gratify
it at the most unseasonable times, and with any garbage that
came in his way.
He delighted in the infliction of punishments, even capital
ones, without any distinction of persons or occasions. Several
noblemen, his schoolfellows and companions, invited by him to
court, he treated with such flattering caresses as seemed to indi-
cate an affection short only of admitting them to share the hon-
ors of the imperial dignity; yet he put them all to death by
some base means or other. To one he gave poison with his own
hand, in a cup of cold water which he called for in a fever.
He scarcely spared one of all the usurers, notaries, and publicans
who had ever demanded a debt of him at Rome, or any toll
or custom on the road. One of these, while in the very act of
saluting him, he ordered for execution, but immediately sent for
him back; upon which all about him applauding his clemency,
he commanded him to be slain in his own presence, saying, "I
have a mind to feed my eyes. ” Two sons who interceded for
their father, he ordered to be executed with him. A Roman
knight, upon his being dragged away for execution, and crying
out to him, “You are my heir,” he desired to produce his will;
and finding that he had made his freedman joint heir with him,
he commanded that both he and the freedman should have their
throats cut.
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SULLY-PRUDHOMME
(RENÉ FRANÇOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME)
(1839-)
BY FIRMIN ROZ
ULLY-PRUDHOMME, born in Paris, May 16th, 1839, is the poet
who best represents the last third of the century. But he
represents it as a poet; that is, in beauty and in noble-
ness, in its most intimate aspirations, in its purest sorrows, in its
most beautiful impulses.
The spirit so freely poured out in romantic lyricism seemed, after
an enchanted rest in the picturesque poetry
of Théophile Gautier and the fancy of Théo-
dore de Banville, to reawaken and come to
itself again. After the period during which
it found the fullest expression, and that
during which it had seemed to forget its
own existence, behold it meditating in the
midst of tumult, and seeking illumination
to guide its way henceforth more prudently.
Leconte de Lisle examines the history of
the beliefs of humanity, and sets forth the
different forms of the Divine dream and
of the conception of life, in the Poèmes SULLY-PRUDHOMME
Antiques) (1853) and the 'Poèmes Barbares)
(1859); which made him, in the absence of Victor Hugo, then in
exile, the acknowledged master of French poetry. Around him are
grouped the poets who were soon to take the name of «Parnassians,"
after the publication of their verses by the publisher Lemerre in
the collection Parnasse Contemporain? (1866). Sully-Prudhomme,
younger by twenty years, came by another way. A very tender
sensibility was united in him to very serious reflection. His educa-
tion had favored these natural tendencies. Reared by a mother in
mourning, who was never consoled for the death of an adored hus-
band,- for whom she had waited ten years, and whom she lost after
four years of marriage, - the child had been placed in school very
young, and had already suffered from “the first loneliness. ) Later,
preparation for the École Polytechnique had developed in him a taste
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SULLY-PRUDHOMME
for the sciences, and had revealed to him the secrets of their exact
methods.
