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The triumphal gates still seen in R ome perpetuated, as
much as man could do, the respect paid to glory. There
were places for musicians at their summits; so that the
hero, as he passed, might be intox icated at once by me-
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lody and praise, tasting, at the same moment, all that can
ex alt the spirit.
I n front of these arches are the ruins of the Temple to
Peace built by V espasian. I t was so adorned by bronze
and gold within, that when it was consumed by fire,
streams of fused metal ran even to the F orum. F inally,
the Coliseum, loveliest ruin of R ome! terminates the cir-
cle in which all the epochs of history seem collected for
comparison. Those stones, now bereft of marble and of
gilding, once formed the arena in which the gladiators
contended with ferocious beasts. Thus were the R omans
amused and duped, by strong ex citements, while their
natural feelings were denied due power. There were two
entrances to the Coliseum; the one devoted to the con-
q uerors, the other that through which they carried the
dead. ' ' S ana vivaria, sandapilaria. " S trange sccrn of
humanity! to decide beforehand the life or death of man,
for mere pastime. Titus, the best of emperors, dedicated
the Coliseum to the R oman people; and its very ruins
bear so admirable a stamp of genius, that one is tempted'
to deceive one' s self on the nature of true greatness, and
grant to the triumphs of art the praise which is due but to
spectacles that tell of generous institutions. O swald' s
enthusiasm eq ualled not that of Corinne, while beholding
these four galleries, rising one above the other, in proud
decay, inspiring at once respect and tenderness: he saw
but the lux ury of rulers, the blood of slaves, and was
almost prej udiced against the arts, for thus lavishing their
gifts, indifferent as to the purposes to which they were
applied. Corinne attempted to combat this mood. " Do
not," she said, " let your principles of j ustice interfere
with a contemplation lik e this. I have told you that these
obj ects would rather remind you of I talian taste and ele-
gance than of R oman virtue; but do you not trace some
moral grandeur in the gigantic splendour that succeeded
it? The very degradation of the R omans is imposing:
while mourning for liberty they strewed the earth with
wonders; and ideal beauty sought to solace man for the
real dignity he had lost. L ook on these immense baths,
open to all who wished to taste of oriental voluptuousness;
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these circles, wherein elephants once battled with tigers,
these aq ueducts, which could instantaneously convert the
areas into lak es, where galleys raced in their turn, or cro-
codiles filled the space j ust occupied by lions. S uch was
the lux ury of the R omans, when lux ury was their pride.
These obelisk s, brought from E gypt, torn from the
A frican' s shade to decorate the sepulchres of R omans!
Can all this be considered useless, as the pomp of A siatic
despots? N o, you behold the genius of R ome, the victor of \
the world, attired by the arts! There is something super-
human and poetical in this magnificence, which mak es one
forget both its origin and its aim. "
The eloq uence of Corinne ex cited without convincing s
O swald. H e sought a moral sentiment in all things, and
the magic of art could never satisfy him without it. Co-
rinne now recollected that, in this same arena, the perse-
cuted Christians had fallen victims to their constancy:
she pointed out the altars erected to their ashes, and the
path towards the cross which the penitents trod beneath
the ruins of mundane greatness: she ask ed him if the
dust of martyrs said nothing to his heart. " Y es," he
cried, " deeply do I revere the power of soul and will
over distress and death: a sacrifice, be it what it may, is
more arduous, more commendable than all the efforts of
genius. E x alted imagination may work miracles; but it
is only when we immolate self to principle that we are
truly virtuous. Then alone does a celestial power sub-
due the mortal in our breasts. " These pure and noble
words disturbed Corinne: she gazed on N evil, then cast
down her eyes; and though at the same moment he took
her hand, and pressed it to his heart, she trembled to think
that such a man might devote himself or others to despair,
in his adherence to the opinions or duties of which he
might mak e choice.
CHAPTER V.
Corinne and N evil employed two days in wandering over
the S even H ills. The R omans formerly held a fete in
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their honour: it is one of R ome' s original beauties to be
thus embraced, and patriotism naturally loved to celebrate
such a peculiarity. O swald and Corinne having already
viewed the Capitoline H ill, recommenced their course at
Mount Palatinus. The palace of the Cicsars, called the
Golden Palace, once occupied it entirely. A ugustus,
Tiberius, Caligula, and N ero, built its four sides: a heap
of stones, overgrown with shrubs, is all that now remains.
N ature reclaimed her empire over the work s of man; and
her fair flowers atone for the fall of a palace. I n the
regal and republican eras, grandly as towered their public
buildings, private houses were ex tremely small and simple.
Cicero, H ortensius. and the Gracchii, dwelt on this emi-
nence, which hardly sufficed, in the decline of R ome, for
the abode of a single man. I n the latter ages the nation
was but a nameless mass, designated solely by the eras of
its masters. The laurels of war and that of the arts culti-
vated by peace, which were planted at the gate of A ugustus,
have both disappeared. S ome of L ivia' s baths are left.
Y ou are shown the places wherein were set the precious
stones, then lavished on walls or ceilings, and paintings
of which the colours are still fresh: their delicacy ren.
dering this yet more surprising. I f it be true that L ivia
caused the death of A ugustus, it was in one of these
chambers that the outrage must have been conceived.
H ow often may his gaze have been arrested by these pic-
tures, whose tasteful garlands still survive? The master
of the world betrayed in his nearest affections! what
thought his old age of life and its vain pomps? Did he
reflect on his glory, or its victims? H oped he or feared' .
a future world? Might not the last thought, which re-
veals all to man, stray back to these halls, the scenes of his
past power? (11)
Mount A ventinus affords more traces of R ome' s early
day than any of its sister hills. E x actly facing the palace
constructed by Tiberius is seen a wreck of the Temple to
L iberty, built by the father of the Gracchii; and at the
foot of this ascent stood that dedicated to the F ortune of
Men, by S ervius Tullius, to thank the gods that, though
born a slave, he had become a k ing. W ithout the walls
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of R ome another edifice rose to the F ortune of W omen,
commemorating the influence ex erted by V eturia over
Coriolanus.
O pposite to Mount A ventinus is Mount J aniculum, on
which Porsenna marshalled his army. I t was in front of
this hill that H oratius Codes cut away the bridge, which
led to R ome: its foundations still ex ist. O n the bank s of
the stream was built a brick arch, simple as the action it
recalled was great. I n the midst of the Tiber floated an
island formed of the wheat sheaves gathered from the
fields of Tarq uin; the R omans forbearing to use them, in
the belief that they were charged with evil fate. I t would
be difficult, in our own day, to call down on any treasure
a curse of sufficient efficacy to scare men from its partici-
pation.
O n Mount A ventinus were temples both to patrician
and plebeian chastity: at the foot of the hill the Temple of
V esta still remains, almost entire, though the inundations
of the Tiber have often threatened to destroy it. N ot far
thence are vestiges of a prison for debt, where the well
k nown instance of filial piety is said to have occurred; here,
too, Clcelia and her companions were confined by Porsenna,
and swam across the river to rej oin the R omans. Mount
A ventinus indemnifies the mind for all the painful recol-
lections the other hills awak e; and its aspect is as beauteous
as its memories are sweet. The bank s at its foot were
called the L ovely S trand (pulchrum littus). Thither the
orators of R ome walk ed from the F orum: there Caesar and
Pompey met lik e simple citizens, and sought to conciliate
Cicero, whose independent eloq uence was of more weightx
than even the power of their armies. Poetry also has em-
bellished this spot: it was there that V irgil placed the cave
of Cacus; and R ome, so great in history, is still greater
by the heroic fictions with which her fabulous origin has
been deck ed. I
see the house of N
the spirit of antiq
n returning from Mount A ventinus, you
icolas R ienzi, who vainly strove to restore
uity in modern days.
Mount Ccelius is remark able for the remains of a pre-
torian encampment, and that of the foreign troops: on the
ruins of the latter was found an inscription, -- " To the
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H oly Genius of the F oreign Camp. " H oly, indeed, to those
whose power it sustained! W hat is left of these barrack s
proves that they were built lik e cloisters; or, rather, that
cloisters were formed after their model.
E sq uilinus was called the " Poet' s H ill; " Maecenas,
H orace, Propertius, and Tibullus, having all houses there.
N ear this are the ruins of the baths of Traj an and Titus.
I t is believed that R aphael copied his arabesq ues from the
frescoes of the latter: here, too, was the L aocoon discovered.
The freshness of water is so acceptable in fervid climes,
that their natives love to collect all that can pamper the
senses in the chambers where they bathe. Thus, by the
light of lamps, did the R omans gaze on the chefs-d' oeuvres
of painting and sculpture; for it appears from the con-
struction of these buildings that day never entered them:
they were sheltered from the noontide rays, so piercing
here as fully to deserve the title of A pollo' s darts. Y et
the ex treme precautions tak en by the ancients might in-
duce a supposition that the climate was more burning then
than now. I n the baths of Caracalla were the F
H ercules, the F lora, and the group of Circe. N
in the baths of N ero, was found the A pollo B
arnese
ear O stia,
elvidere. Can
we look on that noble figure and conceive N ero destitute
of all generous sentiments?
The baths and circuses are the only places of public
amusement that have left their vestige. Though the ruins
of Marcellus' theatre still ex ist, Pliny relates that 36
marble pillars, and 3000 statues, were placed in a theatre
incapable of lasting many days. The R omans, however,
soon built, with a solidity that defied the earthq uak e'
0
s
shock : too soon they wasted lik e pains on edifices which
they destroyed themselves when the fetes held in them were
concluded; thus, in every sense, sported they with time.
They had not the Grecian' s mania for dramatic represent-
ations: the fine arts then flourished at R ome only in the
work s of Greece; and R oman grandeur consisted rather in
colossal architecture than in efforts of imagination. The
gigantic wonders thus produced bore a very dignified stamp,
no longer of liberty, but that of power still. The districts
devoted to the public baths were called provinces, and united
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all the varied establishments to be found in a whole country.
The great circus so nearly touched the imperial palace, that
N ero, from his window, could give a signal for the com-
mencement of the games. This circus was large enough
to contain 300,000 people. A lmost the whole nation might
be amused at the same moment; and these immense fes-
tivals might be considered as popular institutions, which
assembled for mere pleasure those who formerly united
for glory. Mounts Q uirinalis and V iminalis are so near
each other that it is not easy to distinguish them apart.
There stood the houses of S allust and of Pompey. There,
too, in the present day, does the pope reside. O ne cannot
tak e a single step in R ome without contrasting its present
and its past. B ut one learns to view the events of one' s,
own time the more calmly for noting the eternal fluctuations
that mark the history of man; and one feels ashamed to
repine, in the presence, as it were, of so many centuries,
who have all overthrown the achievements of their prede-
cessors. A round, and on the S even H ills, are seen a mul-
titude of spires and obelisk s, the columns of Traj an and
. of A ntoninus, the tower of Conti, whence, it is said, N ero
overlook ed the conflagration of R ome, and the dome of S t.
Peter' s lording it over the highest. The air seems peopled
by these heaven-aspiring fanes, as if an aerial city soared
maj estic above that of the earth. I n re-entering R ome,
Corinne led O swald beneath the portico of the tender and
suffering O ctavia; they then crossed the road along which
the infamous Tullia drove over the body of her father:
they beheld, in the distance, the temple raised by A grip-
pina in honour of Claudius, whom she had caused to be
poisoned; finally, they passed the tomb of A ugustus, the
enclosure around which now serves as an arena for animal
combats.
" I have led you rapidly," said Corinne, " over a few
foot-prints of ancient history; but you can appreciate the
pleasure which may be found in researches at once sage and
poetic, addressing the fancy as well as the reason. There
are many distinguished men in R ome whose sole occupation
is that of discovering new link s between our ruins and our
history. " -- " I k now no study which could interest me
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more," replied N evil, " if I felt my mind sufficiently com-
posed for it. S uch erudition is far more animated than
that we acq uire from book s: we seem to revive what we
unveil; and the past appears to rise from the dust which
concealed it. " -- " Doubtless," said Corinne, " this passion
for antiq uity is no idle prej udice. W e live in an age when
self-interest seems the ruling principle of all men: what
sympathy, what enthusiasm, can ever be its result? I s it
not sweeter to dream over the days of self-devotion and
heroic sacrifice, which might once have ex isted, nay, of
which the earth still bears such honourable traces? "
CH A PTE R V I .
Corinne secretly flattered herself that she had captivated
the heart of O swald; yet, k nowing his severe reserve, dared
not fully betray the interest he inspired, prompt as she
was by nature to confess her feelings. Perhaps she even
thought that while speak ing on subj ects foreign to their
love, the very voice might disclose their mutual affection;
a silent avowal be ex pressed in their look s, or in that veiled
and melancholy language which so deeply penetrates the soul.
O ne morning, while she was preparing to continue
their researches, she received from him an almost cere-
monious note, saying that indisposition would confine
him to his house for some days. A sad disq uietude seized
the heart of Corinne: at first she feared that he was dan-
gerously ill; but Count d' E rfeuil, who called in the evening,
informed her that it was but one of those nervous attack s
to which N evil was so subj ect, and during which he
would converse with nobody. " H e won' t even see me t"
added the Count. The words displeased Corinne; but she
took care to hide her anger from its obj ect, as he alone
could bring her tidings of his friend. S he, therefore, con-
tinued to q uestion him, trusting that a person so giddy, at
least in appearance, would tell her all he k new. B ut
whether he wished to hide, beneath an air of mystery, the
fact that N evil had confided nothing, or whether he be-
lieved it more honourable to thwart her wishes than to
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grant them, he met her ardent curiosity by imperturbable
silence. S he, who had always gained such an ascendency
over those with whom she spok e, could not understand why
her persuasive powers should fail with him. S he did not
k now that self-love is the most inflex ible q uality in the
world. W here was then her resource for learning what
passed in the heart of O swald? S hould she write to him?
A letter req uires such caution; and the loveliest attribute
of her nature was its impulsive sincerity. Three days
passed, and still he came not. S he suffered the most cruel
agitation. " W hat have I done," she thought, " to dis-
sever him from me? I have not committed the error so
formidable in E ngland, so pardonable in I taly; I never
told him that I loved. E ven if he guesses it, why should
he esteem me the less? " O swald avoided Corinne merely
because he but too strongly felt the power of her charms.
A lthough he had not given his word to marry L ucy E d-
garmond, he k new that such had been his father' s wish,
and desired to conform with it.
Corinne was not k nown
by her real name: she had for many years led a life far
too independent for him to hope that an union with her
would have obtained the approbation of his parent, and he
felt that it was not by such a step he could ex piate his
early offences. H e purposed to leave R ome, and write
Corinne an ex planation of the motives which enforced such
resolution; but not feeling strength for this, he limited
his ex ertions to a forbearance from visiting her; and this
sacrifice soon appeared the most painful of the two.
Corinne was struck by the idea that she should see him
no more, that he would fly without bidding her adieu.
S he ex pected every instant to hear of his departure; and
terror so aggravated her sensations, that the vulture talons
of passion seized at once on her heart; and its peace, its
liberty, crouched beneath them. Unable to rest in the
house where O swald came not, she wandered in the gar-
dens of R ome, hoping to meet him; she had at least some
chance of seeing him, and best supported the hours during
which she trusted to this ex pectation.
H er ardent fancy, the source of her talents, was unhap-
pily blended with such natural feeling, that it now con-
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stituted her wretchedness. The evening of the fourth
day' s absence the moon shone clearly over R ome, which,
in the silence of night, look s lovely, as if it were inhabited
but by the spirits of the great. Corinne, on her way from
the house of a female friend, left her carriage, and, op-
pressed with grief, seated herself beside the fount of Trevi,
whose abundant cascade falls in the centre of R ome, and
seems the life of that tranq uil scene. W henever its flow
is suspended all appears stagnation. I n other cities it is
the roll of carriages that the ear req uires, in R ome it is
the murmur of this immense fountain, which seems the in.
dispensable accompaniment of the dreamy life led there. '
I ts water is so pure, that it has for many ages been named
the V irgin S pring. The form of Corinne was now reflected
on its surface. O swald, who had paused there at the
same moment, beheld the enchanting countenance of his
love thus mirrored in the wave: at first it affected him so
strangely that he believed himself gazing on her phantom,
as his imagination had often conj ured up that of his father:
he leaned forward, in order to see it more plainly, and his
own features appeared beside those of Corinne. S he re-
cognised them, shriek ed, rushed towards him, and seized
his arm, as if she feared he would again escape; but
scarcely had she yielded to this too impetuous impulse,
ere, remembering the character of L ord N evil, she blushed,
her hand dropped, and with the other she covered her face
to hide her tears.
" Corinne! dear Corinne! " he cried, " has then my
absence pained you? " -- " Y es," she replied, " you must
have k nown it would. W hy then inflict such pangs on
me? H aveI deservedtosufferthusforyou? " -- " N o,
no," he answered; " but if I cannot deem myself free,--
if my heart be filled by regret and fear, why should I in-
volveyouinitstortures? W hy? " -- " I tistoolatetoask ,"
interrupted Corinne; " grief is already in my breast;
bear with me! " -- " Grief! " repeated O swald; "
midst of so brilliant a career, with so lively a genius! "
-- " H old," shesaid," youk nowmenot. O fallmy
faculties, the most powerful is that of suffering. I was
formed for happiness; my nature is confiding and ani-
in the
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mated; but sorrow ex cites me to a degree that threatens my
reason, nay, my life. B e careful of me! My gay versa-
tility serves me but in appearance: within my soul is an
abyss of despair, which I can only avoid by preserving
myself from love. " Corinne spok e with an ex pression
which vividly affected O swald. " I will come to you to-
morrow, rely on it, Corinne," he said. " S wear it! " she
ex claimed, with an eagerness which she strove in vain to
disguise. " I do," he answered, and departed.
BOOKV.
TH E TO MB S ,CH UR CH E S ,A N DPA L A CE S .
CH A PTE R I .
The nex t day O swald and Corinne met in great embar-
rassment. S
inspired. H
own weak
he could no longer depend on the love she had
e was dissatisfied with himself, and felt his
ness rebel against the tyranny of his sentiments.
B
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ex
oth sought to avoid the subj ect of their mutual affection.
To-day," said Corinne, " I propose a somewhat solemn
cursion, but one which will be sure to interest you: let us
visit the last asylums of those who lived among the edifices
we have seen in ruins. " -- " Y
most suit my present disposition,"
a tone, that she dared not speak
ou have guessed what would
said O swald, in so sad
again for some moments;
then gaining courage from her desire to soothe and enter-
tain him, she added, " Y ou k now, my L ord, that among the
ancients, far from the sight of tombs discouraging the
living, they were placed in the high road, to k indle emul-
ation: the young were thus constantly reminded of the
illustrious dead, who seemed silently to bid them imitate
their glories. " -- " A h! " sighed O swald, " how I envy
those whose regrets are unstained by remorse. " -- " Talk
you of remorse? " she cried; " then it is but one virtue
the more, the scruples of a heart whose ex alted delicacy-- "
H e interrupted her. " Corinne! Corinne 1 do not ap-
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proach that theme: in your blest land gloomy thoughts are
ex haled by the brightness of heaven; but with us grief
buries itself in the depths of the soul, and' shatters its
strength for ever. " -- " Y ou do me inj ustice," she replied.
" I have told you that, capable as I am of enj oyment, I
should suffer more than you, if-- " she paused, and changed
the subj ect; continuing, " My only wish, my L ord, is to
divert your mind for awhile. I ask no more. " The meek -
ness of this reply touched O swald' s heart; and, as he
mark ed the melancholy beauty of those eyes usually so full
of fire, he reproached himself with having thus depressed
a spirit so framed for sweet and j oyous impressions: he
would fain have restored them ; but Corinne' s uncertainty
of his intentions, as to his stay or departure, entirely dis-
ordered her accustomed serenity.
S he led him through the gates to the old A ppian W ay,
whose traces are mark ed in the heart of the country by
ruins on the right and left, for many miles beyond the
walls. The R omans did not permit the dead to be buried
within the city. N one but the emperors were there in-
terred, ex cept one citizen named Publius B iblius, who was
thus recompensed for his humble virtues; such as, indeed,
his contemporaries were most inclined to honour.
To reach the A ppian W ay you leave R ome by the gate
of S t. S ebastian, formerly called the Capena Gate. The
first tombs you then find, Cicero assures us, are those of
Metellus, of S cipio, and S ervilius. The tomb of the S cipio
family was found here, and afterwards removed to the
V atican. I t is almost sacrilege to displace such ashes.
I magination is more nearly allied to morality than is be-
lieved, and ought not to be offended. A mong so many
tombs names must be strewn at random: there is no way
of deciding to which such or such title belongs; but this
very uncertainty prevents our look ing on any of them with
indifference. I t was in such that the peasants made their
homes; for the R omans consecrated q uite space enough to
the urns of their illustrious fellow-citizens. They had not
that principle of utility which, for the sak e of cultivating a
few feet of ground the more, lays waste the vast domain of
feeling and of thought. A t some distance from the A p-
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pian W ay is a temple raised by the republic to H onour and
to V irtue; another to the god who caused the return of
H annibal. There, too, is the fountain of E geria; where
in solitude N uma conversed with Conscience, the divinity
of the good. N o monument of guilt invades the repose of
these great beings: the earth around is sacred to the me.
mory of worth. The noblest thoughts may reign there
undisturbed. The aspect of the country near R ome is re.
mark ably peculiar: it is but a desert, as boasting neither
trees nor houses; but the ground is covered with wild
shrubs ceaselessly renewed by energetic vegetation. The
parasitic tribes creep round the tombs, and decorate the
ruins, as if in honour of their dead. Proud nature, con.
scious that no Cincinnatus now guides the plough that
furrows her breast, there repulses the care of man, and
produces plants which she permits not to serve the living.
These uncultivated plains may, indeed, displease those
who speculate on the earth' s capacity for supplying human
wants; but the pensive mind, more occupied by thoughts
of death than of life, loves to contemplate the Campagna,
on which present time has imprinted no trace: it cherishes
the dead, and fondly covers them with useless flowers, that
bask beneath the sun, but never aspire above the ashes
which they appear to caress. O swald admitted that in such
a scene a calm might be regained that could be enj oyed no
where beside. The soul is there less wounded by images
of sorrow: it seems to partak e with those now no more
the charm of that air, that sunlight, and that verdure.
Corinne drew some hope from observing the effect thus
tak en on him : she wished not to efface the j ust regret owed
to the loss of his father; but regret itself is capable of *
sweets, with which we should try to familiarise those who
have tasted but its bitterness, for that is the only blessing
we can confer on them.
" L et us rest," said Corinne, " before this tomb, which
remains almost entire: it is not that of a celebrated man,
but of a young girl, Cecilia Metella, to whom her father
raised it. " -- " H appy the children," sighed O swald, " who
die on the bosom that gave them life; for them even death
must lose its sting. " -- " A y," replied Corinne, with emotion.
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" happy those who are not orphans. B ut look ! arms are
sculptured here: the daughters of heroes had a right to
bear the trophies of their sires: fair union of innocence
and valour! There is an elegy, by Propertius, which,
better than any other writing of antiq uity, describes the
dignity of woman among the R omans; a dignity more
pure and more commanding than even that which she en-
j oyed during the age of chivalry. Cornelia, dying in her
youth, addresses to her husband a consolatory farewell,
whose every word breathes her tender respect for all that
is sacred in the ties of nature. The noble pride of a
blameless life is well depicted in the maj estic L atin; in
poetry august and severe as the masters of the world.
' Y es,' says Cornelia, '
from the hour when H ymen'
which lights my funeral pyre. I
between two flames. ' (12) W
no stain has sullied my career,
s torch was k indled, even to that
what a sublime image! H ow enviable the woman who
preserves this perfect unity in her fate, and carries but one
remembrance to the grave! That were enough for one life. "
A s she ceased, her eyes filled with tears. A cruel sus-
picion seized the heart of O swald. " Corinne," he cried,
" has your delicate mind aught with which to reproach
you? I f I could offer you myself, should I
rivals in the past? Could I pride in my choice?
not j ealousy disturb my delight? " -- " I
not have
Might
am free,"
replied
Corinne, " and love you as I never loved before. W hat
would you have? Must I confess, that, ere I k new you,
I might have deceived myself as to the interest with
which others inspired me? I s there no divinity in man' s
heart for the errors which, beneath such illusion, might have
been committed? " A modest glow overspread her face.
O swald shuddered, but was silent. There was such timid
penitence in the look s of Corinne, that he could not
rigorously j udge one whom a ray from heaven seemed de-*
scending to absolve. H e pressed her hand to his heart,
and k nelt before her, without uttering a promise, indeed,
but with a glance of love which left her all to hope. " L et
us form no plan for years to come," she said: " the hap-
piest hours of life are those benevolently granted us by
have lived spotless
hat an admirable ex pression!
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chance: it is not here, in the midst of tombs, that we
should trust much to the future. " -- " N o," cried N
" I believe in no future that can part us: four days of
absence have but too well convinced me that I now ex
but for you. " Corinne made no reply, but religiously
hoarded these precious words in her heart: she always
evil;
^ st
feared, in prolonging a conversation on the only subj ect of
her thoughts, lest O swald should declare his intentions
before a longer habit of being with her rendered separation
impossible. S he often designedly directed his attention to
ex terior obj ects, lik e the sultana in the A rabian tales, who
sought by a thousand varied stories to captivate her beloved,
and defer his decision of her fate, till certain that her wit
must prove victorious.
CH A PTE R I I .
N ot far from the A ppian W ay is seen the Columba-
rium, where slaves are buried with their lords; where
the same tomb contains all who dwelt beneath the protection
of one master or mistress. The women devoted to the care
of L ivia' s beauty, who contended with time for the pre-
servation of her charms, are placed in small urns beside
her. The noble and ignoble there repose in eq ual silence.
A t a little distance is the field wherein vestals, unfaithful
to their vows, were interred alive; a singular ex ample of
fanaticism in a religion naturally so tolerant.
" I shall not tak e you to the catacombs," said Corinne,
" though, by a strange chance, they lie beneath the A ppian
W ay, tombs upon tombs! B ut that asylum of persecuted
Christians is so gloomy and terrible, that I cannot resolve
to revisit it. I t has not the touching melancholy which
one breathes in open wilds: it is a dungeon near a sepulchre
-- the tortures of ex istence beside the horrors of death.
Doubtless one must admire men who, by the mere force of
enthusiasm, could support that subterranean life-- for ever
banished from the sun; but the soul is too ill at ease in
such a scene to be benefited by it. Man is a part of
creation, and finds his own moral harmony in that of the
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universe: in the habitual order of fate, violent ex ceptions
may astonish, but they create too much terror to be 01
service. L et us rather seek the pyramid of Cestius, around
which all Protestants who die here find charitable graves. "
-- " Y es," returned O swald, " many a countryman of
mine is amongst them. L et us " go there: in one sense
at least, perhaps, I shall never leave you. " Corinne' s hand
trembled on his arm. H
better since I have k
its wonted air of tender j
e continued, " Y et I am much
nown you. " H er countenance resumed
oy.
Cestius presided over the R oman sports. H is name is
not found in history, but rendered famous by his tomb.
The massive pyramid that enclosed him defends his death
from the oblivion which has utterly effaced his life. A urelian,
fearing that this pyramid would be used but as a fortress
from whence to attack the city, had it surrounded by walls
which still ex ist, not as useless ruins, but as the actual
boundaries of modern R ome. I t is said that pyramids
were formed in imitation of the flames that rose from
funeral pyres. Certainly their mysterious shape attracts
the eye, and gives a picturesq ue character to all the views
of which they constitute a part.
I n front of this pyramid is Mount Testacio, beneath I
which are several cool grottos, where fetes are held in the
gammer. I f, at a distance, the revellers see pines and
cypresses shading their smiling land, and recalling a solemn
consciousness of death, this contrast produces the same
effect with the lines which H orace has written in the
midst of verses teeming with earthly enj oyment: --
" Moriture Delli,
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