herself in her glory; the other, is growing in obscurity. But, little by little, air and place are needed by both for development. Rome begins to crowd Carthage; for long has Carthage pressed on Rome. Seated on the opposite shores of the Mediterranean, the two cities look one another in the eye. This sea no longer suffices to separate them. Europe and Africa are in the balance, weighing one against the other. Like two overcharged electric clouds, they approach too near each other. They are eager to mingle their lightnings. Here is the climax of this sublime drama. this one, 4. What actors are before us! Two races, of merchants and sailors; that one, of farmers and soldiers; two peoples, one ruling by gold, one ruling by iron; two republics, one theocratic, one aristocratic; Rome and Carthage; Rome with her army, Carthage with her fleet; Carthage, old, rich, and crafty; Rome, young, poor, and strong; the past and the future; the spirit of discovery and the spirit of conquest; the genius of travel and commerce, the demon of war and ambition; the east and the south on one side, the west and the north on the other; in short, two worlds, the civilization of Africa and the civilization of Europe. 5. Each takes full measure of the other. Their attitudes before the conflict are equally formidable. Rome, within the narrow confines of her world, gathers all her forces, all her tribes. Carthage, who holds in her power Spain, Armorica, and that Britain that the Romans believed to be at the end of the universe, is ready to board the European ship. 6. The battle-flames blaze forth. In coarse, strong lines, Rome copies the navy of her rival. The war at once breaks forth in the peninsula and the islands. Rome collides with Carthage in that Sicily where Greece and Egypt had already met, in that Spain where, later yet, Europe and Africa met in contest, the east and the west, the south and north. 7. Little by little the combat thickens, the world takes fire. It is a hand to hand fight of Titans, who seize one another, and quit their hold only to seize each other again. They meet again, and are mutually repulsed. Carthage crosses the Alps; Rome passes the sea. The two nations, personified in their two leaders, Hannibal and Scipio, each grasping the other with fury, strive to end the conflict. It is a duel without quarter, a combat to the death. Rome reels; she utters the cry of anguish, "Hannibal at the gates!" ... But once again she rises, gathers her forces for a last blow, hurls herself on Carthage, and destroys her from the face of the earth. Victor Hugo. CXXIII. SCENE FROM THE VESPERS OF PA LERMO. SCENE. A VALLEY, WITH VINEYARDS AND COTTAGES. Group of Peasants. - PROCIDA, disguised as a Pilgrim, among them. IRST PEASANT. Aye, this was wont to be a festal FIRST In days gone by! I can remember well The old familiar melodies that rose, At break of morn, from all our purple hills, To welcome in the vintage. Hath music seemed so sweet. Never since But the light hearts, Which to those measures beat so joyously, Are tamed to stillness now. Second Peasant. Of revelry within the palaces There is no voice Yes! there are sounds And the fair castles of our ancient lords, Third Peasant. Alas! we sat, In happier days, so peacefully beneath The storm might gather. But this yoke of France As on the crested chieftain's. E'en to the earth. Peasant's Child. We are bowed My father, tell me, when Shall the gay song and dance again resound Of which thou'rt wont to tell the joyous tale? First Peasant. When there are light and reckless hearts, once more, In Sicily's green vales. Alas! my boy, To hear the mirthful song, and cast aside The weight of work-day care; they meet to speak Procida (from the background). Aye, it is well Second Peasant. Came with that startling tone? First Peasant. What deep voice It was our guest's, The stranger pilgrim, who hath sojourned here Since yester-morn. Good neighbors, mark him well : He hath a stately bearing, and an eye Whose glance looks through the heart. His mien accords Ill with such vestments. How he folds around him His pilgrim cloak, e'en as it were a robe Of knightly ermine! That commanding step Second Peasant. Nay, rather, mark him not; the times A cautious lesson. What should bring him here? Second Peasant. Peace! We are beset Talk not of vengeance; for the word is death. Procida (coming forward indignantly). The word is death! And what hath life for thee, That thou shouldst cling to it thus? Thou abject thing! And stamped with servitude. What is it life, Which drag thus poorly on ? Peasants. Away, away! Leave us; for there is danger in thy presence. Procida. Why, what is danger? Are there deeper ills Than those ye bear thus calmly? Ye have drained To fear or shrink from; therefore, be ye strong! First Peasant (coming forward). No, no! say on, say on! ye Heaven For all who suffer with indignant thoughts Fade in man's heart, but ne'er doth Heaven forget. First Peasant. Had we but arms and leaders, we are men Who might earn vengeance yet; but, wanting these, What wouldst thou have us do? Procida. Be vigilant ! And, when the signal wakes the land, arise! |