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VOLUME VII. NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY F, 1874. - NUMBER
Morning Star and Catholic Messenger.
a]W OlZEANb. SUMNBA. I BRUARY 5. 1854.
DION
AND
THE SIBYLS.
A CLASSIC, CHRISTIAN NOVEL,
BT
WILES GERALD NEON,
Author of "uarding,-the Money-Splnner," eto.
irLom the Cathollo Wolld. I
DEDICATION.
I dedloate the following work to Edward
Bulwer, Lord Lytton, not only in appreolation
of one of the most searching, comprehensive,
independent, and indefatigable thinkers, and'
one of the truest and highest men of genius,
of whom it has ever been the lot of his own
country and of the English-hpeaking races to
be proud, and the fate of contemporary nations
to feel honorably jealohus not only in admira
tion of a mind whioh nature made great, and
which study has to the last degree cultivated,
whose teuence and authority havebeustesd
ly rising since he frst began to labor in literary
fields more varied than almost any Into which
oz~ person bed previously dared to carry the
efforts of the intellect; but still more as an
humble token of the grateful love which Ifeel
in return for the faithful and consistent friend
bhip and the innumerable services with which
a great genius and a great man has honorid
Sme during twenty years.
MnuIs GERALD KEON.
CHAPTER I.
It was s fair evening in autumn, toward the
end of the year eleven of our Lord. Augustus
Caesar was a white-haired, olive complexioned.
"*"nd somewhat frail-featured, though stately
man of more than seventy-three. At the be
jltning -of the century in which this was
written, the face of the.frst Napoleon recalled
to the minds of antiquaries" and students of
numslmatio remains the lineaments, engraved
apon the extant coins of Augustus. Indeed,
at this moment there is in the Vatican a bean
tifal marble bust in excellent preservation,
representing one of these two emperors as he
was while yet young; and this bust almost
invariably produooes a curious effect upon the
stranger who contemplates it for the first time.
"That is certainly a beantiful artistic work,"
he says, "but the likeness is hardly perfect.'
"Likeness of whom " replies some Italian
friend. "Of the emperor," says the stranger.
"SBeiiro But which emperor " asks the Ital
ian, smiling. "Of course the first," says the
visitor; "sot tde sue." "But that represeats
SAugustus Casar, not' Napoleon Bonaparte," is
. the answer. Whereupon, the stranger, who, a
Sm6nt before had very justly pronounced
°I [:emblazice to Bonaparte to be hardly
i]tret, exclaims, not lees justly, "What an
amazing likeness tolPapoleon I" That sort of
admiring surprise is intelligible. Had the bust
been designed as an image of the great modern
eonquerer, there had been something to cen
n in . But the work whieh, at oneandthe same
at e, delineates the second Cesar, and yet
na b after 1800 years recalls to mind the first
hbia poleon, has become a curlous monument
roy
8tp t e second Roman emperor, however, had
itelnde a forehead so broad and commanding, nor
tettant marble smooth as Napoleon's aid the whole
sermton untemace, at the time when our narrative
by Cath , affered a more decisively aquiline carve
andn F ith mors numerous and much thinner lines
ieach ut the mouth. 8till, even at the age whioh
courses had then reaehed-in the year eleven of our
Mf ord- he showed traces of that amasing beauty
in St. hioh had enehanted the whole elassic world
Tqrlou the days of his youth. Three years more,
e d his reign and life were to go down in a
Iu I t, broad, calm, treacheroussunset together.
li After the senate had rewarded the histrionic
t L d purely make-believe moderation of its
metnch t-and in truth its destroyer-by giving
one who had named himself Paesep the
he a name of Augustus, the former title,
Con "a left-off rob tooee good to be theown
list ay+, was ,re.olr ke.d up, brushe-.ia
~me n tsg ita appropriated by a Mooa
ce had or. 'llude, of course, to Druiss T 1.
A4 I , . J . .+ ..+, " +
berins Claudius Nero, the future emperor,
best known.by his second name of Tiberins.
The first and third names had belonged to his
brother also. Tiberius was then " Prince and
Cesar," as the new slang of flattery termed
him; he was stepson of Augustus and already
adopted heir, solemnly desigsatue. He was
verging upon the close of his fifty-third year of
cautions profligacy, clandestine vindictivenessr
and strictly regulated vices. History has not
accused him of murdering Agrippa Vespasi
anus: but had Agrippa survived, he would
have held all Tiberius's present offices. alias
Sejanus, commander of thb- praetorian guards,
was occupied in watching the monthly, watch
ing even the daily decay of strength in the
living emperor, and was paindering tothe pas
sions of his probable suooemor. Up to this
time-Sejeans had been, and still was thus em
ployed. More dangerous -hopes had not yet
arisen in his-bosom; he had dot yet indulged
in the vision of becoming taster of the known
world-a dream which, some twenty years af
terward, consigned him to cruel and sudden
destruction. No conspirator, perhaps, ever ex
erelsed more craft and patience in preparing,
or betrayed more stupidityat last in executing
an attempt at treason on so great a scale. It
was forty-six years since Isllnet had expired
amid the luxuries which cruelty and rapine
p4cumalstei, after proflgacy haitdrat brought
him asequanted with want.
Ovid bad Just been sent into exile at Temes
ver in Turkey-then called Tomes in Soythia.
Cornelius Nepos was ending his days in the
personal privacy and literary notoriety in
which he had lived. Virgil had been dead a
whole generation; so had Tibulius; Catalln,
half a century; Propertins some twenty years;
Horace and Macense, about as long. The
grateful master of the curioca felicitas verboru-n
had followed in three weeks to-not the gravo,
indeed, but-the urn, the patron whom he had
immortalized in the first of his odes, the first
of his epodes, the first Qf his satires, and the
first of his epistles; and the mighty sovereign
upon whose youthful court those three char
actors-a wise, mild, clement, yet firm minjkter,
a glorioun epic poot, and an unsurpassed lyrist
-have reflected so much and such enduring
lustre, had faithfully and unoeasingly lamented
their irreparable loss. Lucius Varies was the
fashionable poet, the laureate of the day; and
Macenas being removed, Tiberius sought to
govern indirectly, as minister, all those mat
ters which he did not control directly and
immediately, as one of the two Casars whom
Augustus had appointed. Vellelus Pateroolus,
cavalry colonel, or military tribune (chiliarob)
a prosperous and accomplished patrician, was
beginning to shine at once in letters and at
the court. The grandson of Livia, grandseon
also of Augustus by his marriage with her,
but really grand-nephew of that emperor-we
mean the son of Antonia, the celebrated Ger
maniews, second and more worthy bearer of
that surname-a youth full of fire and genius,
and tingling with noble blood-was preparing
to alone for the disgraces and to repair the
disasters which Qaintilins Varns, one year
before, amidst the uncleared forests of Ger
maiy, had brought upon the imperial arms
and the Roman name. Germanicus, indeed,
was about to falfil the more important part of
a celebrated olassic injunction; he was going
to do things worthy to be written, " while the
supple courtier of all Casars, Patereulus, was
endeavoring to swrite CmeostSg worth to be read."
Strsbo had not long before commenced his
system of geography, which for about thirty
years yet to come, was to engage his attention
and dictate his travels. Livy, of the "pictured
page," who doubtless may be called, next to
Tacitus, the most eloquent without being set
down as quite the most credulous of classio
historianes-I venture to say so, paes 2n.hrZ r
was over sixty-eight yearsof age, but scarcely
looked sixty. He was even then thoroughly
and univisally appreciated. No man living
had received more genuine marks of honor
sot even the emperor. His hundred and forty
two books of Roman history bad illed the
known world with his prahies, a glory which
length of days allowed him fully. to enjoy.
Modern readers appreclat and admire the
thirty-8ve books which slols are left, and lin
ger over the beauties, quast .lceti, with which
they shine. Yet who knows but these may be
asmong thepoorest prodaeotioes of Livy's go
ate? A very simple sum Is arithmetIo would
saitfy an netury that we mast have lost the
aest vadable masastle of OI the adj' a'
great mind. Given a salvage of five-and-thirty
out of a hundred and forty-two, and yet the
whole of this wreck so marvellous in beauty I
surely that which is gone for ever must have
included much that is equal, probably some
thing far superior to what time has spared.
There is a curious fact recorded by Pliny the
younger, which speaks for Itself. A Spaniard
of .diz had, only some five months before the
dafe of our story journeyed from the ends of
the earth to Rome merely to obtain a sight of
Livy. There were imperial shows in the fo
rum and hippodrome and cirous at the time;
there were races on foot, and on horseback,
and in chariot; fights there were of all kinds
-men-against wild animals, men against each
other; with the sword, with the deadly ceastes;
wrestling matche, and the dreadful battles
of gladiators, five hundred a side; in short,
all the glitter and the glories and the horrors
of the old classic arena in its culminating
days. There was also a strange new Greek
fence, since inherited by Naples, and preserved
all through the middle ages down to this hour,
with the straight, pliant, three-edged rapier,
to witness which even ladies thronged with
interest and partisanship. But the Spaniard
from Gades (Cervantes might surely have had
such an ancestor) asked only to beshownTitns
Livius. Which in yonder group is Livy I The
wayfarer cared for nothing else that Roman
clvilisation or Roman vanity could show him.
The great writer was pointed out, and then
the traveller, having satisfied the motive which
had brought him to Rome, went back to Ossti,
where his logger, if I may so call it, lay (I
picture it a kind of " wing-and-wing" rigged
vessel;) and, refusing to profane his eyes with
any meaner spectacle, set sail again for Spain,
where his youth had been illumined with the
visions presented to sympathetie imagination
by the most charming of classical historians.
The Spanisrds from an immemorial age are
deemed to have been heroes. and appreelators
of heroes; and no doubt this literary pilgrim'
once shore at home, recurred many a time'
long pondering, to the glorious deeds of the
iMIa Gees.
How many other similar examples Livy may
have recorded for him we moderns cannot say.
Before his gaze arose the finished column from
the fragments whereof we have gathered up
some scattered bricks and marbles. Nebuhbr
had to deal with a ruin, and he who ought to
have guessed at and reconstructed the plan
of it, has contented himself with trying to de
molish its form.
Long previous to the date of our tale, Au
gustus, trembling under the despotism of his
wife Livia, had begun to repeat those lament
ations (with which scholars are familiar) for
the times when Meecenas had guided his active
day, and Virgil and Horace had beguiled his
lettered evenings. Virgil, as is well known, had
been tormented with asthma, and ought possi
bly to have lived much longer but for some un
recorded imprudence. Horace, as Is likewise well
known, had been tormented with sore eye
lids - and with wine ; he was " blear
eyed," (ippu). Augustus, therefore, used to
say wittily, as he placed them on each hand
of him at the symposism, which had been re
cently borrowed in Italy from the Greeks, but
had not yet degenerated into the debauchery
and extravagance into which they afterwards
sank more and more deeply during suocessive
reigns, "I sit between sighs sad tears." Is
euwpirrif sedeo et is eIary k.. But he had long
lost these so-called sighs and tears at either
hand of him. The sighs and tears were now
his own.
caArrnl u.
Our chronicle commences in Campania, with
the Tyrrhenian Sea (now the southerly waters
of the Galf of Genoa) on a traveler's left hand
if he looks north. It was a fair evening in
antyan, as we have remarked, during that age
sad state of the world the broad outlines of
whiceh we have briefly given. Along the
Appian, or, as it long afterward came to be also
called the Trajan Way, the queen of roads, a
eoaveyanoe drawn by two borses, a carriage of
the common hackney description, not unlike
one species of the ecttera used by the modern
ItSaiaus, was rolling wiftly northward be
tween the stage of Miutnrne and the next
stage, which was a lonely post-house a few
mulet mouth of the interesting town of
Foriem-not Forsm - ppi, or the lb e Taere,
a plis more haua fifty miles awd in the di:
reetion of DoesAA*d upon the same road.
Inside the carriage were a lady in middle
life, whose race, once lovely, was still sweet
and charming, and a very pale, beautiful
female child, each dressed in a black riciniuss
or mourning robe, drawn over the top of the
head. The girl was about twelve years old, or
a little more, and seemed to be suffering much
and grievously. She faced the horse, and on
her side sat the lady faqnininherand watching
her with a look which always spoke love, and
now and again anguish. Opposite to them,
with his back to the horses, wearing a sort of
dark iaerma, or thin, light great-coat, of costly
material, but of a fashion, which was deemed
in Italy at that day either foreign or vulgar,
as the case might be, sat a youth of about
eighteen. The child was leaning back with
his eyes closed. The youth, as he watched
her, sighed now and then. At last be put both
hands to hit face, and, leaning his head for
ward, suffered tears to flow silently through
his fingers. The lacerna which he wore was
fastened at the breast by two fibule, or clasps
of silver, and girt round his waste with a
broad, brown, sheeny leather belt, stamped
and traced after some Asiatic mode. In a loop
of this belt, at his left side, was secured within
its black scabbard an unfamiliar outlandish
looking, long, straight, three-edged sword,
which he had pulled round so as to rest the
point before his feet, bringing the blade be
tween his knees, and the hilt, which was gay
with emeralds, in front of his chest.
The Romans still very generally went bare
headed,' even out of doors, except that those
who continued to wear the toga drew it over
their heads as the weather needed, and those
who wore the pen/al need the hood of it in the
same way. But upon the hilt of the sword g
have described the youth had flang a sort F
petaetw, or deep-rilted hat, with a flat top, and
one black feather at the side, not stuck per
pendioularly into the band, but so trained half
round it aq to produce a reckless, rakish effect,
of which the owner was unconscious.
"Agatha," said the lady, in a low, tender
voice, the delicate Greek ring of which was
full of persuenasion, "look up, beloved child!
Your brother and I, at least, are left. Think
no more of the past. The gods have 'taken
ydUr father, after men had taken his and your
inheritance. But our part in life is not yet
over. Did not your parents too, in times past
-did not we too, I say, lose ours ? Did you
not know you were probably to live longer
than your poor father t Are you not to survive
me also ? Perhape soon."
With a cry of dismay the young girl threw
her arms round tI lady's neck and sobbed.
The other, while she shed tears, exclaimed:
"I thank that unknown power, of whom
Dionysius the Athenian, my young country
man, so sublimely speaks, that the child weeps
at last I Weep, Agatha, weep;. but mourn not
mute in the cowardice of despairi Mourn not
for your father in a way unbecoming of his
child and mine. Mourn not as though indeed
you were not ours. My husband is gone for
ever, but he went in honor. The courageless
grief, that canker without voice or tears,
which would slay his child, will not bring
back to me the partner of my days, nor to you
your father. We must not dishearten but
obeer your brother Paelus for the battle which
is before him."
" I wish to do so, my mother," said Agatha,
"When I recover my rights," broke in the
youth at this point, " my father will come and
sit among the cares, round the ever-burning
fire in the atrims of our hereditary house,
Agatha; and therefore courage I You are ill;
but Charicles, the great physician of Tiberips
Csar, is our countryman, and be will attend
you. He can cre almost anything, they say.
And if you feel fatigued, no wonder, so help
me! MJiled minum maerel. 1 Have we not
travoied without intermission, by land and by
sea, all the way from Thrace I But now, one
more change of horses4rings as to Pormia,
and then we shall be at our journey's end.
Meantime, dear child, look up; see yonder
woods, and the garden-like shore."
And baving first tried in vain to brighten
-he horn window at the side of the vehicle,
s)eeslar esrweu , (glass was used only in the
private carriages of the rich,) he stood up, and
sailing over the hide roof of the carriage,
which was open in front--the horses being
driven from behind-I -ordered the rAderdes,
eriosehman, to opsa the panelL The man,
evidently a former elave of thedamily, mew
ther keedmam, qley obeyed, and deesadlag
from his bctibushed back into grooves con
trlved to receive them the coarsely-figured
and gandily colored sides of the traveling
corruam.
"Is pareola better i" be then cried, with the
privileged freedom of an old and attsohed
domestio, or of one who, in the far more on I
dearing parlance of classio times, was a faith
folfamiliaris -that is, a member of the family.
" Is the little one better t The dust is laid now,
little one; the evening comes; the light
slants 'the suon smiles not higher than your
self, instead of burning overhead. See, the
beautiful oountry ! Let the breese bring a bloom
to your oheeks, a it brings the perfumes to
your month. Ah! the predla smiles. .Fate is
not always angry '"
" Dear old Philip I" said the child; and then,
turning to her mother, she added :
" Just now, mother, you waked me from a
frightfal dream. I thought that the man who
has our father's estates was dead ; but he came
from the dead, and was trying to kill Paulus,
my brother there; and for that purpose was
striving to wrest the sword from Paulus'
band; and that the man, or lor, laughed in a
hideous manner, and cried out, ' It is with his
own sword we will slay him ! Nothing but his
own sword I' "
The old freedman turned pale, and mattered
something to himself, as he stood by the side
of the vehicle; and while he kept the horses
steady, with the long reins in his left hand,
glanced awfully toward Paulus.
"Brother," continued the child, "I forget
that man's name. What 4. the name t"
"Never mind the name now," said Paulus ;
" a dead person cannot kill a living one ; and
at man is not in Italy who will kill me with
y own sword, if I be not asleep. Lok at the
beautiful land I See, as Philip tells you, the
beautiful land where you are going to be so
happy."
The river Lirie, now the Garrigliano, flowed
all gold in the western son ; some dozen of
meadows behind them, between rows of linden
trees, oleanders, and pomegranates, with
laurel, bay, and long bamboo-like reeds of the
arrnda doena, varying the rich beauty of its
banks. A thin and irregular forest of great
contemplative trees; flowerlessand sad beech,
cornel, aider, ash, bornbeam, and yew towered
over savannahs of scented herbs, and glades of
many-tinted grasses. Some clamps of oheenut
trees, hereafter to spread into forests, but then
rare, and cultivated as we cultivate oranges
and citrons, stood proudly apart. A vegeta
tion, which has partly vanished, gave its own
physical aspect to an Italy the social condi
tions of which have vanished altogether; and
were even then pining, and about to passe,
through their last appearances. But much
also that we in our days have seen, both there
and elsewhere, was there then. The flower or
blossom of the pomegranate lifted its scarlet
light amidst vines and olives; miles of oleander
trees waved their masses of flame under the
tender green filigree of almond groves, and
seemed to laugh in scorn at the mourning
groups of yew, and the bowed head of the
dark, widow-like, and ineonsolable cypress.
All over the leaves of the woods autumn bad
strewn its innumerable hues. In the west, the
sky was hung with those glories which no
painter ever reproduced sad no poet ever sang;
it was one of the sunsets which make all per
sons of sensibility who contemplate them
dumb, by making all that can be said of them
worse than useless. A magniueent and enor
mous villa, or easetllam, or country mansion
palace it seemed-ehowed parts of its walls,
glass windows, and lonic eslumo, through the
woods on the banks of the Lirle; and upon the
roof of this palace a great company of gilt
tinted, oad white statees, much larger than
life, in various groups and attitudes, as thbey
conversed, lifted their arms, knelt, prayed,
stooped, stood up, threatened, and acted, were
gllttering above the tree-tops in the many
colored ights of the setting sun.
"'Ah! let us stop; let us rest a few mo.
moats," cried the child, smiling through her
tears at the smiles of nature and the en
chanting beauty of the scene; " only a few
moments under the great trees, mother."
It was a group of chesents, a few yards from
the side of the road; and beneath them came
to join the highway through the meadows, and
vineyards, and forest-land, a bread beaten
trsk from the direction of the splendid villa
that stod on the Liris.
Psuls lastently sprang from the emeace,
and, having first helped hi. mother to alig
took his sister in his arms and pl . -
itlting under the green shade. A
woman, a slave, demoended meantime from the
box, and the driver drew his vehicle to the side
of the highway.
While they thus repesed, with no sonad ,
about them, as they thought, ave the sestlebt
the leaves, the distant ripple of the waters,
and the vehement shrill sall of the cioal ,
hidden in the grass somewhere near, their
destinies were coming. The freedman sud
denly held up hie hand, and drew their
attention to that peculiar sound through the
teeth, (at,) which in all nations sigifies
lirst
And, indeed, a distant, dull, vague noise
was now beard southward, and seemed to in
cresse and approasoh along the Appian road.
Every eye in our little group of travelers was
turned in the direction mentioned, and they ",.
could see a white cloud of dust coming swiftly
northward. Soon they distinguished the tramp
of many horses at the trot. Then, over the
top of a bill which had intercepted the view,
came the gleam of arms, filling the whole
width of the way, and advancing like a torrent
of light. The ground trembled; and, headd
by a troop or two of Numidisa riders, and thee'
a couple of troops or tures of BataviLan.esr'
ry,a thousand horse, at least, of the Prator
Guards, arrayed, as usual, magnificently, sep
along in a column two hundred deep,, lth a
rattle and ring of metal rislng treble/upon the _
ear over the continuous bass of the beati ;
hoofs, as the foam floats above Xi roll of the
waves.
The young girl was at onq4 startled from the
sense of sickness and grief, ~d gazed with
big eyes at the pageant. SBi hundred yards -
further on a trumpet-note, olear and long, -ý
gave some sudden signal, and the whole body
instantly halted. From a detached group ln
the rear an ofcer now reds toward the front I
a loud word or two of oeemend was heard, a
slight movement followed, and then, as if the Ka?
column were sqinei monstroue yellow.~
serpent with an elastlc neck and a black
the swarthy troops which had lethe advanes
wheeled slowly backward, two lte~ u of Ave
abreast, while the main column simnltaheonuly
stretohed itself forward on a narrower face,
and with a deeper file, ocenpying thas less
than half the width of the road, whieh they -
had before nearly filled, and exteding mush
further onward. Meantime the squadrens
which had led it oeotinued to defile to the
rear; and when their last rank had ,--
the last of those fronting in theopposite diree
tion, they suddenly faced to their own right, "
and, standing like statues, lined the way on
the side opposite to that where our travelers
were reposing, but some forty or fifty yards
higher up the road, or more north.
In front of the line of horsemen, who, after
wheeling baek, had been thus faced to their
own right, or the proper" left ot the line of
the line of marhob, was new collected a small
group of mounted ofoers. One of them wore
a steel ooralet, a esoque of the same metal,
with a few short black feathers in its crest,
and the classys, or a better sort of egure, the
scarlet mantle of a military tribune, over a
black tante, upon which two broad red stripes
or ribbons were diagonally sewn. This oce
tame denoted him one of the Latdesei r ,
broad-ribboned tribunes; In other w
although, toJudge by the massive geld ring
whbloch glittered on the foreinger of his bridle
hand, he might have been originally and 'er
sonally only a knight-he had reeeived either
from the emperor, or from one of tLe two
C-t-ars then governing with and under Augus
tes, the senatorial rank.
The chlamye was fastened acros the top of
his chest with a silver clasp, and the tunic a
open below as far as the waist, and discelosing a
tight-Atting chain-mail corselet or shirt of steel
ings. The chlamys was otherwise thrown
loosely over his shoulders, but the tonie was
belted round the corselet as his waist by a but
girdle, wherein hung the intricately fguored
bras, scabbard of a straight, flat, not very long
nat-and-thrust sword, which be now held
drawn in hie right hand. In Lis belt were
tack a pair of gloves which seemed to be
made of the same material as the girdle; baf
falo-skin greaves on his legs and hallbpet,
cmpleted his dreses He was a handss
about Ave.end-thirty years old, brown bii
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