elapsed, every inducement was ineffectually used by her friends to persuade her to return with them to their home, the place of her nativity. This incident forms the subject of the following lines.

THE WHITE ROSE OF MIAMI.

MRS. E. L. SCHERMERHORN.

1. LET me stay at my home, in the beautiful West,
Where I played when a child,-in my age let me rest;
Where the bright prairies bloom, and the wild waters play,
In the home of my heart, dearest friends, let me stay.

2. O, here let me stay, where my Chief in the pride

Of a brave warrior-youth, wandered forth by my side! Where he laid at my feet, the young hunter's best prey, Where I roamed a wild huntress,--O friends, let me stay! 3. Let me stay where the prairies I've oft wandered through, While my moccasins brushed from the flowers the dew;Where my warrior would pluck the wild blossoms and say,His WHITE ROSE was the fairest,-O, here let me stay!

4. O, here let me stay! where bright plumes from the wing
Of the bird that his arrow had pierced, he would bring;
Where, in parting for battle, he softly would say,
""Tis to shield thee I fight,"-O, with him let me stay!

5. Let me stay, though the strength of my Chieftain is o'er,
Though his warriors he leads to the battle no more;
He loves through the woods, a wild hunter to stray,
His heart clings to home,--O, then, here let me stay!

6. Let me stay where my children in childhood have played,
Where, through the green forest, they often have strayed:
They never could bend to the white man's cold sway,
For their hearts are of fire,-O, here let them stay!

7. You tell me of leaves of the Spirit that speak;
But the Spirit I own, in the bright stars I seek;
In the prairie, in the forest, the water's wild play,
I see Him, I hear Him,-O, then, let me stay!

LESSON CXIX.

EXPLANATORY NOTES.-1. CAT'I LINE was a celebrated Roman, who, after he had squandered an ample fortune by dissipation, and had been refused the Consulship, secretly meditated the ruin of his country, and conspired with many illustrious Romans, as dissolute as himself, to extirpate the Senate, plunder the treasury, and set fire to Rome. This conspiracy was timely discovered by the Consul, CICERO, whom he had resolved to murder. Catiline ultimately fell, fighting desperately, at Pistoria, in Etruria, B. C. 62. The following dialogue portrays the remorse which conscious guilt ever experiences, as well as the inevitable ruin which always follows a life of dissipation.

2. OS' TI A was a town at the mouth of the Tiber.

3. SES TERCE was a Roman coin worth about one and a half penny, but it was not at all periods alike in value.

4. MA'RI US was a Roman general, who rendered himself a favorite with the common people, and was, for the sixth time, chosen Consul, and received the honors of two triumphs. In the last battle with the northern barbarians, 150,000 of them were slain, and MARIUS entered Rome in triumph. His popularity was eventually superseded by that of SYLLA, whom he unsuccessfully attempted to oppose.

5. LIC' TORS were Roman servants, who attended upon the magistrates to fulfill their commands. When a magistrate appeared in public, the LICTORS preceded him in file, to clear the road of the populace, and proclaim his approach. Each lictor bore an ax and rods, as ensigns of his office. The lictors were, also, the executioners of punishments.

6. MARS was fabled by the ancient Greeks and Romans to be the god of war; BELLONA, the goddess of war.

7. PLUTO was the fabled god of the infernal regions. PROS' ER PI NA was the wife of Pluto.

REMORSE OF CONSCIENCE; OR CATILINE.

CROLY.

Catiline.-FLUNG on my pillow! Does the last night's wine Perplex me still? Its words are wild and bold.

(Reads.) "Noble Catiline! where you tread, the earth is hollow, though it gives no sound. There is a strong storm gathering, though there are no clouds in the sky. Rome is desperate; three hundred Patricians have sworn to do their duty; and what three hundred have sworn, thirty thousand will make good."

Why, half the number now might sack the city,

With all its knights, before a spear could come
From Ostia to their succor.-"Twere a deed!

(Reads.) "You have been betrayed by the Senate, betrayed by the Consuls, and betrayed by the people. You are a Roman! can you suffer

chains? You are a soldier! can you submit to shame? You are a man! will you be ruined, trampled on, disdained ?" [Flings away the paper.] Disdained! They're in the right. It tells the truth;

I am a scoff and shame,--a public prate.

[heart,

There's one way left; [Draws a poniard.] this dagger in my

The quickest cure! But 'tis the coward's cure;
And what shall heal the dearer part of me,—
My reputation? What shield's for my name,
When I shall fling it, like my corpse, to those
Who dared not touch it living, for their lives?
To die! in days when helms are burnishing;
And die by my own hand!-Give up the game
Before the dice are thrówn! Clamor for chains,
Before the stirring trumpet sounds the charge!—
Sleep in your sheath! [Sheathes the poniard.]

How could my mind give place
To thoughts so desperate, rash, and mutinous ?
Would I give

Joy to my enemies, sorrow to my friends,
Shut up the gate of hope upon myself?
I will abandon Rome,—give back her scorn
With tenfold scorn,-break up all league with her,—
All memories. I will not breathe her air,
Nor warm me by her fire, not let my bones

Mix with her sepulchers. The oath is sworn.

[Aurelia, his wife, enters with papers.]

Aurelia. What answers for this pile of bills, my Lord?
Catiline.--Who can have sent them here?

Aurelia.-Your creditors!

As if some demon woke them all at once,

These have been crowding on me since the morn.

Here, debt on debt! Will you discharge them now?

Catiline. I'll think on it.

Aurelia. It must be now, this day!

Or, by to-morrow, we shall have no home.

Catiline.-Twill soon be all the same.

My gold, my father's presents, jewels, rings,—
All, to the baubles on my neck, are gone.
The consulship might have upheld us still;
But now, we must go down.

Catiline.-Aurelia!-wife!

All will be well; but hear me,-stay a little;
I had intended to consult with you

Un our departure from the city.

Aurelia. [Indignantly and surprised.]--Róme?
Catiline.--Even so, we must leave Rome.

Aurelia.-Let me look on you; are you Catiline?
Catiline. I know not what I am,-we must be gone!
Aurelia.-Madness!

Catiline. [Wildly.] Not yet,-not yet!

Aurelia.-Let them take all.

Catiline.-Seize my last sésterce! Let them have their will; We must endure. Ay, ransack, ruin all;

Tear up my father's grave,-tear out my heart!

Wife, the world's wide.- Can we not dig or beg?

Can we not find on earth a den or tomb?

Aurelia.-Before I stir, they shall hew off my hands!
Catiline.-What's to be done?

Aurelia.-Hear me, Lord Catiline;

The day we wedded,-'tis but three short years since,--
You were the first patrician here, and I

Was Marius" daughter! There was not in Rome

An eye, however haughty, but would sink

When I turned on it; when I passed the streets,

My chariot wheel was followed by a host

Of

your chief Senators; as if their gaze Beheld an empress on its golden round,—— An earthly providence!

Catiline.-'Twas so!-'twas so!

But it is vanished,-gone.

Aurelia. By yon bright sun!

That day shall come again; or, in its place,

One that shall be an era to the world!

Catiline. [Eagerly.]—What's in your thoughts?
Aurelia. Our high and hurried life

Has left us strangers to each other's souls;

But now we think alike. You have a sword,—
Have had a famous name in the legions!
Catiline.-Hush!

Aurelia.-Have the walls ears? I wish they had,
And tongues, too, to bear witness to my oath,
And tell it to all Rome.

Catiline.-Would you destroy?
Aurelia.--Wère I a thunderbolt!

Rome's ship is rotten;

Has she not cast you out? and would you sink
With her, when she can give you no gain else
Of her fierce fellowship? Who'd seek the chain
That linked him to his mortal enemy ?

Who'd face the pestilence in his foe's house?
Who, when the poisoner drinks, by chance, the cup,
That was to be his death, would squeeze the dregs,
To find a drop to bear him company ?

Catiline. [Shrinking.]-It will not come to this.
Aurelia. [Haughtily.] (<) Shall we be dragged
A show to all the city rabble;-robbed,—
Down to the very mantle on our backs,—
A pair of branded beggars? Doubtless Cicero-
Catiline.-Cursed be the ground he treads!
Name him no more.

Aurelia.--Doubtless he'll see us to the city gates; "Twill be the least respect that he can pay

To his fallen rival. Do you hear, my Lord?

Deaf as the rock. [Aside.] With all his lictors shouting,— “Room for the noble vagrants; all caps off

For Catiline!--for him that would be consul!"

Catiline. [Turning away.]-Thus to be like the scorpion, ringed with fire,

Till I sting mine own heart! [Aside.] There is no hope!

Aurelia.--One hope there is, worth all the rest--REVENGE!