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wealth, but esteemed as a good soldier and an honest man. Pyrrhus tried to make him take large presents, but nothing would Fabricius touch; and then, in the hope of alarming him, in the middle of a conversation one side of the tent suddenly fell, and disclosed the biggest of all the elephants, who waved his trunk over Fabricius and trumpeted frightfully. The Roman quietly turned round and smiled, as he said to the king, 'I am no more moved by your gold than by your great beast.' At


there was a conversation on Greek philosophy, of which the Romans as yet knew nothing. When the doctrine of Epicurus was mentioned, that man's life was given to be spent in the pursuit of joy, Fabricius greatly amused the company by crying out, 'O Hercules ! grant that the Greeks may be heartily of this mind so long as we have to fight with them.'



The Emperor. Trajan would never suffer any one to be condemned upon suspicion, however strong and well grounded ; saying it was better a thousand criminals should escape unpunished, than one innocent person be condemned. When he appointed Subarranus, Captain of his Guards, and presented him according to custom with a drawn sword, the badge of his office, he used these memorable words : ‘Employ this sword for me, but if I deserve it, turn it against me.' Trajan would not allow his freedmen any share in the administration. Notwithstanding this, some persons having a suit with one of them of the name of Eurythmus, seemed to fear the influence of the Imperial freedman; but Trajan assured them that the cause should be heard, discussed, and decided, according to the strictest law of justice; adding, “For neither is he Polycletus, nor I Nero.' Polycletus, it will be recollected, was the freedman of Nero, and as infamous as his master for rapine and injustice.



On the Rhine had Napoleon paused, facing the waves of avenging hosts. He had lifted up his finger, like King Canute of old, and he had said : “Thus far and no farther.' Yet the waves still roared, and the tide still rose. Would he be submerged? Would his evil genius fail him at last ? These were the supreme questions of that autumn. The whole world was against him ; nay, the world, and the sea, and the sky! Yet he had overcome these before ; he might overcome them again. His word was still a power, his presence an inspiration. He might emerge again, and then ? There was little left for the stabbed and bleeding earth but to die; for, alas ! she could bear no more.


Pitt ceased to breathe on the morning of the 23rd of January, 1806.

It was said that he died exclaiming, 'O my country. This is a fable ; but it is true that his last words referred to the alarming state of public affairs. He was in his 47th year. For nineteen years he had been undisputed chief of the administration. No English statesman has held supreme power so long. It was proposed that Pitt should be honoured with a public funeral and a monument. The proposal was opposed by Fox. His speech was a model of good taste and good feeling. The task was a difficult one. Fox performed it with humanity and delicacy. The motion was carried in spite of the speech, and the 22nd of February was fixed for the ceremony.


The corpse was borne to Westminster Abbey with great pomp. A splendid train of princes, nobles, bishops, and councillors followed. The grave of Pitt had been made near to the spot where his great father lay; it was also near to the spot where his great rival was soon to lie. The sadness of the assistants was beyond that of ordinary mourners ; for Pitt had died of sorrows and anxieties in which they had a share. Wilberforce, who carried the banner, describes the ceremony with deep feeling. As the coffin descended into the earth, he says, the eagle face of Chatham from above seemed to look down with consternation into the dark house which was receiving all that remained of so much power and glory.



The quinquereme was not merely twice as large as a trireme, but was of a different build and construction. It was necessary, therefore, to obtain either shipwrights or a model from some nation to which such moving castles had been long familiar. Here chance was on the side of the Romans. A Carthagenian quinquereme had run ashore on the coast of Bruttium two or three years. before, and had fallen into the hands of the Romans. This served as a model ; and it

is asserted by more than one writer that within sixty days a growing wood was felled and transformed into a fleet of a hundred ships of the line and twenty triremes. The next difficulty was to find men for the fleet, and when they had been found, to train them for their duties.



• It is no warning that I heed, that I keep back from the war. But these men took from me my prize, which I won with my own hands.

But let the past be past. I said that I would not rise up till the battle should come nigh to my own ships. But thou mayest put my armour upon thee, and lead my Myrmidons to the fight, for in truth the men of Troy are gathered as a dark cloud about the ships, and the Greeks have scarce standing-ground between them and the sea. For they see not the gleam of my helmet. And Diomed is not there with his spear; nor do I hear the voice of Agamemnon, but only the voice of Hector, as he calls the men of Troy to the battle. Go, therefore, Patroclus, and drive the fire from the ships. And then come thou back, nor fight any more with the Trojans, lest thou take my glory from me.

And go not near, in the delight of battle, to the walls of Troy, lest one of the gods meet thee to thy hurt; and of a truth, the keen archer Apollo loves thee well.'


Translate the foregoing passage into the Oratio Obliqua.


There was an apartment which had been sometimes used as a prison. It was eighteen feet square, and fit for two or three persons in such a climate as that of Calcutta. It was above ground and had two windows. It was not like a dungeon or black hole, but it will be called the 'Black Hole' as long as language lasts. One hundred and forty-six prisoners were ordered into this apartment. When it was full they were driven in. There they were kept through the summer night. No cries for air availed : the Viceroy was asleep, he must not be disturbed. While he was asleep the prisoners were dying fast. When the door was opened in the morning, twentythree were alive. They looked so ghastly that their own friends did not know them.


Prince Edward returned to the battlefield with his forces wearied after their long pursuit. Eager to learn his father's fate, he made a circuit of the town to reach the castle, and thence forced his way into the priory. Night was now advancing, and many of the royalist nobles thought it prudent to seek safety in flight. Some were drowned in the river and the marshes, but many succeeded in making their way to Pevensey, where they embarked for France. Nevertheless, the fight still continued hot round the castle and the priory. Fiery missiles were hurled from the castle upon the besiegers, and were thrown back by them upon the priory. Prince Edward was preparing for a last sally, when Earl Simon sent proposals for a truce for the night. They were accepted, and the battle ceased.


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