"Expende Annibalem:

summo Invenies?"

quot libras in duce

- JUVENAL, [Lib. iv.] Sat. x. line 147. "The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, by the Italians, and by the Frovincials of Gaul; his moral virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and those who derived any private benefit from his government announced, in prophetic strains, the restoration of the public felicity. ** By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life about five years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and an Exile, till!!!". Gibbon's Decline and Fall, 1848, iv. 373, 374.

Sylla. [Compare: "I mark this day! Napoleon Buonaparte has abdicated the throne of the world. 'Excellent well.' Methinks Sylla did better; for he revenged, and resigned in the height of his sway, red with the slaughter of his foes the finest instance of glorious contempt of the rascals upon record. Dioclesian did well too Amurath not amiss, had he become aught except a dervise- Charles the Fifth but so so; but Napoleon, worst of all." -Journal, April 9, 1814, Letters, 1898, ii. 409.]

2

[Charles V. resigned the kingdom to his son Philip, circ. October, 1555, and the imperial crown to his brother Ferdinand, August 27, 1556, and entered the Jeronymite Monastery of St Justus at Placencia in Estremadura. Before his death (September 21, 1558) he dressed himself in his shroud, was laid in his coffin, "joined in the prayers which were offered up for the rest of his soul, mingling his tears with those which his attendants shed, as if they had been celebrating a real funeral." -Robertson's Charles V., 1798, iv. 180, 205, 254.]

X.

And Earth hath spilt her blood for him,
Who thus can hoard his own!
And Monarchs bowed the trembling
limb,

And thanked him for a throne!
Fair Freedom! we may hold thee dear,
When thus thy mightiest foes their fear
In humblest guise have shown.
Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behind
A brighter name to lure mankind!

XI.

Thine evil deeds are writ in gore,

Nor written thus in vain · Thy triumphs tell of fame no more, Or deepen every stain:

If thou hadst died as Honour dies, Some new Napoleon might arise,

To shame the world again But who would soar the solar height, To set in such a starless night?

XII.

Weighed in the balance, hero dust
Is vile as vulgar clay;
Thy scales, Mortality! are just

To all that pass away:
But yet, methought, the living great
Some higher sparks should animate,
To dazzle and dismay:

Nor deemed Contempt could thus make mirth

Of these, the Conquerors of the earth.

XIII.

And she, proud Austria's mournful flower,
Thy still imperial bride;

How bears her breast the torturing hour?
Still clings she to thy side?
Must she too bend, must she too share
Thy late repentance, long despair,

Thou throneless Homicide?

If still she loves thee, hoard that gem, 'Tis worth thy vanished diadem!

XIV.

Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,
And gaze upon the sea;
That element may meet thy smile-
It ne'er was ruled by thee!
Or trace with thine all idle hand,
In loitering mood upon the sand,

I

[Dionysius the Younger, on being for the second time banished from Syracuse, retired to Corinth (B.C. 344), where "he is said to have opened a school for teaching boys to read," but not, apparently, with a view to making a living by pedagogy. Grote's Hist. of Greece, 1872, ix. 152.]

The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane. 3["Have you heard that Bertrand has returned to Paris with the account of Napoleon's having lost his senses? It is a report; but, if true, I must, like Mr Fitzgerald and Jeremiah (of lamentable memory), lay claim to prophecy." Letters, 1899, iii. 95.]

4 Prometheus.

"O! 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch

mock,

To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

And to suppose her chaste!"

Othello, act iv. sc. 1, lines 69-71.