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pile, and mourn over him. Ay, on my knees, amid the dust and blood of the arena, I begged that boon, while all the Roman maids and matrons, and those holy virgins
they call vestal, and the rabble, shouted in mockery, deem5 ing it rare sport, forsooth, to see Rome's fiercest gladiator
turn pale, and tremble like a very child, before that piece of bleeding clay ; but the Prætor drew back as if I were pollution, and sternly said, “Let the carrion rot! There are no
noble men but Romans !' And he, deprived of funeral rites, 10 must wander, a hapless ghost, beside the waters of that slug
gish river, and look — and look — and look in vain to the bright Elysian fields where dwell his ancestors and noble kindred. And so must you, and so must I, die like dogs !
“O Rome! Rome! thou hast been a tender nurse to me! 15 Ay, thou hast given to that poor, gentle, timid shepherd
lad, who never knew a harsher sound than a flute-note, muscles of iron, and a heart of flint; taught him to drive the sword through rugged brass and plaited mail, and
warm it in the marrow of his foe! to gaze into the glaring 20 eyeballs of the fierce Numidian lion, even as a smooth
cheeked boy upon a laughing girl. And he shall pay thee back till thy yellow Tiber is red as frothing wine, and in its deepest ooze thy life-blood lies curdled !
“ Ye stand here now like giants, as ye are! the strength 25 of brass is in your toughened sinews; but to-morrow some
Roman Adonis, breathing sweet odors from his curly locks, shall come, and with his lily fingers pat your brawny shoul. ders, and bet his sesterces upon your bloca ! Hark! Hear
ye yon lion roaring in his den? 'T is three days since he 30 tasted meat; but to-morrow he shall break his fast upon your flesh; and ye shall be a dainty meal for him.
“ If ye are brutes, then stand here like fat oxen waiting for the butcher's knife; if ye are men, follow me! strike
down yon sentinel, and gain the mountain passes, and there 35 do bloody work as did your sires at old Thermopylæ! Is
Sparta dead? Is the old Grecian spirit frozen in your veins, that ye do crouch and cower like base-born slaves, beneath your master's lash? O! comrades ! warriors ! Thracians! if we must fight, let us fight for ourselves ; if
we must slaughter, let us slaughter our oppressors; if we õ must die, let us die under the open sky, by the bright
waters, in noble, honorable battle.”
CXIV. — THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE BERLIN
KÖRNER. (KARL TALOpor KÖRNER was born September 23, 1791, at Dresden, Sax. ony, and was killed in battle against the French, August 26, 1813. He wrote dramas and lyrical poems, – of which latter, many are full of patriotic feeling and warlike spirit. in Germany, when the whole people are called upon to take arms in defence of their country, the name of Landsturm is given to the military force thus raised.)
1 FATHER of earth and heaven! I call thy name !
Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;
Father, sustain an untried soldier's soul.
Thou knowest, if ever from my spirit stole
2 God! thou art merciful. — The wintry storm,
The cloud that pours the thunder from its womb,
The lightnings, glancing through the midnight gloom,
To Faith's raised eye, as calm, as lovely come,
As roses shaken by the breeze's plume,
3 God! thou art mighty! — At thy footstool bound,
Lie gazing to thee, Chance and Life and Death ;
Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath,
Is one that can withstand thy wrath's hot breath. —
Hear my last prayer! I ask no mortal wreath ;
4 Now for the fight — now for the cannon peal —
Forward — through blood and toil and cloud and fire ! Glorious the shout, the shock, the crash of steel,
The volley's roll, the rocket's blasting spire ;
They shake – like broken waves their squares retire, On them hussars ! — Now give them rein and heel ;
Think of the orphaned child, the murdered sire: – Earth cries for blood, — in thunder on them wheel ! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph-seal !
CXV. - TRUE GREATNESS.
CHANNING. (From an article on the “Life and Character of Napoleon Bonaparte," orig. inally published in the “ Christian Examiner,” in 1827.]
Such was Napoleon Bonaparte. But some will say he was still a great man. This we mean not to deny. But we would have it understood, that there are various kinds
or orders of greatness, and that the highest did not belong 5 to Bonaparte.
There are different orders of greatness. Among these, the first rank is unquestionably due to moral greatness, or magnanimity; to that sublime energy by which the soul, smitten with the love of virtue, binds itself indissolubly, for life and for death, to truth and duty; espouses as its own the interests of human nature; scorns all meanness, and defies all peril ; hears in its own conscience a voice
louder than threatenings and thunders; withstands all the 5 powers of the universe which would sever it from the cause
of freedom and religion ; reposes an unfaltering trust in God in the darkest hour; and is ever “ ready to be offered up” on the altar of its country or of mankind.
Of this moral greatness, which throws all other forms of 10 greatness into obscurity, we see not a trace in Napoleon.
Though clothed with the power of a God, the thought of consecrating himself to the introduction of a new and higher era, to the exaltation of the character and condi
tion of his race, seems never to have dawned on his mind. 15 The spirit of disinterestedness and self-sacrifice seems not to have waged a moment's war with self-will and ambition.
His ruling passions, indeed, were singularly at variance with magnanimity. Moral greatness has tou much sim
plicity, is too unostentatious, too self-subsistent, and enters 20 into others' interests with too much heartiness, to live an
hour for what Napoleon always lived, to make itself the theme and gaze and wonder of a dazzled world.
Next to moral comes intellectual greatness, or genius in the highest sense of that word ; and by this we mean that 25 sublime capacity of thought, through which the soul, smit
ten with the love of the true and the beautiful, essays to comprehend the universe, soars into the heavens, penetrates the earth, penetrates itself, questions the past, an
ticipates the future, traces out the general and all compre30 hending laws of nature, binds together by innumerable
affinities and relations all the objects of its knowledge, rises from the finite and transient to the infinite and the everlasting, frames to itself, from its own fulness, lovelier
and sublimer forms than it beholds, discerns the harmonies 35 between the world within and the world without us, and
finds in every region of the universe types and interpreters of its own deep mysteries and glorious inspirations. This is the greatness which belongs to philosophers, and to the master-spirits in poetry and the fine arts.
Next comes the greatness of action; and by this we mean 5 the sublime power of conceiving bold and extensive plans;
of constructing and bringing to bear on a mighty object, a complicated machinery of means, energies, and arrangements, and of accomplishing great outward effects.
To this head belongs the greatness of Bonaparte, and that 10 he possessed it, we need not prove, and none will be hardy
enough to deny. A man who raised himself from obscurity to a throne ; who changed the face of the world ; who made himself felt through powerful and civilized nations; who
sent the terror of his name across seas and oceans; whose 15 will was pronounced and feared as destiny; whose dona
tives were crowns; whose antechamber was thronged by submissive princes; who broke down the awful barrier of the Alps, and made them a highway; and whose fame was
spread beyond the boundaries of civilization to the steppes 20 of the Cossack, and the deserts of the Arab, — a man, who
has left this record of himself in history, has taken out of our hands the question, whether he shall be called great. All must concede to him a sublime power of action an energy equal to great effects.
CXVI. - PRISONERS' EVENING SERVICE-A SCENE OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.
MRS. HEMANS. [The Reign of Terror was the period in French history from June 2, 1793, to July 27, 1794, during which Robespierre was at the head of the government, and a great many persons were put to death by the revolutionary tri. bunals.
A royalist father and his daughter have been condemned to death, and the following dialogue is supposed to take place between them, in prison, on the evening before their execution.)