It bids us do the work that they laid down, Take up the song where they broke off the strain; So journeying, till we reach the heavenly town, Where are laid up our treasure and our crown, And our lost loved ones will be found again. "O, friend! I go from thee, Darkly to dwell; Giv'st thou no parting kiss? REGULUS TO THE ROMAN SENATE. Ill does it become me, O Senators of Rome,-ill does it become Regulus, after having so often stood in this venerable assembly clothed with the supreme dignity of the Republic, to stand before you a captive,-the captive of Carthage. Though outwardly I am free, though no fetters encumber the limbs, or gall the flesh,-yet the heaviest of chains, the pledge of a Roman Consul,makes me the bondsman of the Carthaginians. have my promise to return to them, in the event of the failure of this, their embassy. My life is at their mercy. My honor is my own;-a possession which no reverse of fortune can jeopard; a flame which imprisonment cannot stifle, time cannot dim, death cannot extinguish. They Of the train of disasters which followed close on the unexampled successes of our arms,—of the bitter fate which swept off the flower of our soldiery, and consigned me, your General, wounded and senseless, to Carthaginian keeping, I will not speak. For five years, a rigorous captivity has been my portion. For five years, the society of family and friends, the dear amenities of home, the sense of freedom, and the sight of country, have been to me a recollection and a dream,—no more. But during that period Rome has retrieved her defeats. She has recovered under Metellus what under Regulus she lost. She has routed armies. She has taken unnumbered prisoners. She has struck terror into the hearts of the Carthaginians, who have now sent me hither with their ambassadors, to sue for peace, and to propose that, in exchange for me, your former Consul, a thousand common prisoners of war shall be given up. You have heard the ambassadors. Their intimations of some unimaginable horror, I know not what, impending over myself, should I fail to induce you to accept their terms, have strongly moved your sympathies in my behalf. Another appeal, which I would you might have been spared, has lent force to their suit. A wife and children, threatened with widowhood and orphanage, weeping and despairing, have knelt at your feet on the very threshold of the Senatechamber:-Conscript Fathers! shall not Regulus be saved? Must he return to Carthage to meet the cruel. ties which the ambassadors brandish before our eyes? With one voice you answer, No! Countrymen! Friends! For all that I have suffered, -for all that I may have to suffer,-I am repaid in the compensation of this moment! Unfortunate you may hold me; but O, not undeserving! Your confidence in my honor survives all the ruin that adverse fortune could inflict. You have not forgotten the past. Republics are not ungrateful. May the thanks I cannot utter bring down blessings from the Gods on you and Rome! Conscript Fathers! There is but one course to be pursued. Abandon all thought of peace. Reject the overtures of Carthage. Reject them wholly and uncon. ditionally. What! give back to her a thousand able. bodied men, and receive in return this one attenuated, war-worn, fever-wasted frame, this weed, whitened in a dungeon's darkness, pale and sapless, which no kindness of the sun, no softness of the summer breeze, can ever restore to health and vigor? It must not, it shall not be! O were Regulus what he was once, before captivity had unstrung his sinews and enervated his limbs, he might pause, he might proudly think he were well worth a thousand of the foe; he might say, "Make the exchange Rome shall not lose by it!" But now, alas! now 'tis gone,-that impetuosity of strength, which could once make him a leader indeed, to penetrate a phalanx or guide a pursuit. His very armor would be a burthen now. His battle-cry would be drowned in the din of the onset. His sword would fall harmless on his opponent's shield. But, if he cannot live, he can at least die, for his country. Do not deny him this supreme consolation. Consider: every indignity, every torture, which Carthage shall heap on his dying hours, will be better than a trumpet's call to your armies. They will remember only Regulus, their fellow-soldier and their leader. They will forget his defeats. They will regard only his services to the Republic. Tunis, Sardinia, Sicily,-every well-fought field, won by his blood and theirs,-will flash on their remembrance, and kindle their avenging wrath. And so shall Regulus, though dead, fight as he never fought be fore, against the foe. Conscript Fathers! There is another theme. My family, forgive the thought! To you and to Rome I confide them. I leave them no legacy but my name,—no testament but my example. Ambassadors of Carthage! I have spoken, though not as you expected. I am your captive. Lead me back to whatever fate may await me. Doubt not that you shall find, to Roman hearts, country is dearer than life, and integrity more precious than freedom! From Sargent's Standard Speaker. DOW'S FLAT.-1856. Dow's Flat. That's its name, And I reckon that you Are a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true, For thar isn't a man on the river as can't spot the place at first view. It was called after Dow, Which the same was an ass, And as to the how That the thing came to pass,— Just tie up your hoss to that buckeye, and sit ye down here in the grass: You see this yer Dow Hed the worst kind of luck; He slipped up somehow On each thing thet he struck. Why, ef he'd ha' straddled thet fence-rail, the derned thing 'ed get up and buck. He mined on the bar Till he couldn't pay rates; He was smashed by a car When he tunnelled with Bates; And right on the top of his trouble kem his wife and five kids from the States. It was rough,-mighty rough; And the old woman,—well, she did washing, and took on when no one was nigh. |