As now I apprehended? Say, thou hast not; And though thy present act is most audacious, Yet will I spare thy life.
First bind thyself by every sacred oath
To give this body to the flames, then hear me ; O could I speak what might convince Rome's chief,
Cor. If thou wouldst spare my life, and to that Her senators, her tribes, her meanest slaves,
Add all the wealth of Rome, and all the power
Of Rome's great lord, I would not for the bribe Be other than I am, or what I am
Of Christ's most blessed truth, the fatal pile Would be to me a ear of joyful triumph, Mounted more gladly than the laurell'd hero Vaults to his envied seat, while Rome's throng'd
Nero. Thou art a Christian, then? Thou art a Resound his shouted name. Within me stirs
Cor. I am a man, who, seeing in the flames Those dauntless Christians suffer, long'd to know What power could make them brave the fear of
Disgrace, and infamy. And I have learnt That they adore a God,-one God, supreme, Who, over all men, his created sons, Rules as a father; and beholding sin, Growth of corruption, mar this earthly race, Sent down to earth his sinless, heavenly Son, Who left, with generous devoted love, His state of exaltation and of glory,
To win them back to virtue, yea, to virtue Which shall be crown'd with never-ending bliss. I've learnt that they with deep adoring gratitude Pay homage to that Son, the sent of God, Who here became a willing sacrifice
To save mankind from sin and punishment, And earn for them a better life hereafter,
The spirit of truth and power which spoke to me, And will upon thy mind.- Nero.
I charge thee cease! Orc. Nay, emperor! might I entreat for him? Cor. (catching hold of Orceres eagerly.) Not for
Orc. No; not for that, brave Maro!
(To Nero.) Let me entreat that he may freely
Fear'st thou he should convince thee by his words? That were a foul affront to thine own reason,
Or to the high divinities of Rome.
Nero. Cease, Prince of Parthia! nor too far pre
Upon a noble stranger's privilege.
Pon. Shall words so bold be to mine ear august So freely utter'd with impunity?
Ore. Pontiff! I much revere thy sacred office, But scorn thy paltry words. Not freely speak! Not with impunity! Is this a threat?
When mortal life is closed. The heart's deep ho- Let Rome's great master, or his angry slaves,
Becoming well such creatures, so redeem'd. Nero. Out on that dreaming madness ? Cor. Is it madness
To be the humble follower of Him, Who left the bliss of heaven to be for us A man on earth, in spotless virtue living
As man ne'er lived: such words of comfort speaking,
To rouse, and elevate, and cheer the heart, As man ne'er spoke; and suffering poverty, Contempt, and wrong, and pain, and death itself, As man ne'er suffer'd ?-O, if this be madness, Which makes each generous impulse of my nature Warm into ecstasy, each towering hope Rise to the noblest height of bold conception; That which is reason call'd, and yet has taught you To worship different gods in every clime, As dull and wicked as their worshippers, Compared to it, is poor, confined, and mean, As is the Scythian's curtain'd tent, compared With the wide range of fair, expanded nature. Nero. Away, away! with all those lofty words! They but bewilder thee.
Cor. Yet hear them, Nero! O resist them not! Perhaps they are appointed for thy good, And for the good of thousands. When these hands Which have so oft done Rome a soldier's service, This tongue which speaks to thee, are turn'd to ashes,
What now appears so wild and fanciful, May be remembered with far other feelings. It is not life that I request of Nero,
Shed one drop of my blood, and on our plains Where heretofore full many a Roman corse, With Parthian arrows pierced, have vultures fed, Twice thirty thousand archers in array, Each with his bow strain'd for the distant mark, Shall quickly stand, impatient for revenge. Not with impunity!
Sul. Nay, nay, Orceres! with such haughty
Thou'lt injure him thou plead'st for. Noble Cæsar! Permit an aged man, a faithful servant,
To speak his thoughts. This brave deluded youth Is now, as I sincerely do believe, Beneath the power of strong and dire enchantment. Hear not his raving words, but spare his life, And when its power (for all delusion holds Its power but for a season) shall be spent, He will himself entreat your clemency, And be again the soldier of the state, Brave and obedient. Do not hear him now; Command him to retire.
Cor. I thank thee, good Sulpicius, but my life, For which thou plead'st, take no account of that; I yield it freely up to any death, Cruel or merciful, which the decree
Of Cæsar shall inflict, for leave to speak E'en but a few short moments. Princely Nero! The strong enchantment which deludes my soul Is, that I do believe myself the creature, Subject and soldier, if I so may speak, Of an Almighty Father, King, and Lord, Before whose presence, when my soul shall be Of flesh and blood disrobed, I shall appear,
Although I said these hands have fought for Rome. There to remain with all the great and good
No; in the presence of these senators,
That e'er have lived on earth; yea, and with spirits
Higher than earth e'er own'd, in such pure bliss As human heart conceives not,-if my life, With its imperfect virtue, find acceptance From pardoning love and mercy; but, if otherwise, That I shall pass into a state of misery With souls of wicked men and wrathful demons. That I believe this earth on which we stand Is but the vestibule to glorious mansions, Through which a moving crowd for ever press; And do regard the greatest Prince, who now Inflicts short torment on this flesh, as one Who but in passing rudely rends my robe. And thinkest thou that I, believing this, Will shrink to do his will whom I adore ? Or thinkest thou this is a senseless charm, Which soon will pass away?
Nero. High words, indeed, if resting on good proof!
A maniac's fancies may be grand and noble.
Cor. Ay, now thou listenest, as a man should listen,
With an inquiring mind. Let me produce The proofs which have constrain'd me to believe, From written law and well-attested facts ;- Let me produce my proofs, and it may be,
The Spirit of Truth may touch thy yielding heart, And save thee from destruction.
Nero. Ha! dost thou think to make of me a con
Away, weak fool! and most audacious rebel! Give proofs of thy obedience, not thy faith,
If thou wouldst earn thy pardon.
Cor. If thou condemn me in the flames to die
I will and must obey thee; if to live, Disgraced by pardon won through treachery
To God, my King supreme, and his bless'd Christ,
I am, indeed, thy disobedient rebel.
Orc. Noble Cordenius! can thy martial spirit Thus brook to be a public spectacle, Fighting with savage beasts, the sport of fools, Till thou shalt fall, deform'd and horrible, Mangled and piece-meal torn? It must not be.
Cor. Be not so moved, Orceres; I can bear it The God I worship, who hath made me humble, Hath made me dauntless too. And for the shame Which, as I guess, disturbs thee most, my Master, The Lord and Leader I have sworn to follow, Did as a malefactor end his days,
To save a lost, perverted race: shall I Feel degradation, then, in following him?
Orc. In this, alas! thou'lt follow him too surely; But whither, noble Maro?
Cor. E'en to my destined home, my Father's house.
Orc. And where is that? O, canst thou tell me where?
Beyond the ocean or beneath the earth?
Be there more worlds than this, beyond our ken In regions vast, above the lofty stars? Could we through the far stretch of space descry E'en but the distant verge, though dimly mark'd, Of any other world, I would believe That virtuous men deceased have in good truth A destined place of rest.
Cor. Believe it-0, believe it, brave Orceres! Orc. I'll try to do it. I'll become a Christian, Were it but only to defy this tyrant.
Cor. Thou must receive with a far different spirit The faith of Jesus Christ. Perhaps thou wilt. My heart leaps at the thought. When I am dead, Remain in Rome no longer. In the East Search thou for Ethocles, whom I have rescued; And if he shall convert thee, O, how richly He will repay all I have done for him!
Nero. And shall as such, most dearly pay the But, I would now withdraw a little space,
Out!-take him from my presence till the time Of public execution.
Cordenius Maro, thou shalt fall this day
By no ignoble foe ;--a noble lion, Famish'd and fierce, shall be thy adversary. Ard dost thou smile and raise thy head at this, In stately confidence?
Cor. God will deliver me from every adversary. And thou too smilest.-Yes; he will deliver That which I call myself. For this poor form Which vests me round, I give it to destruction As gladly as the storm-beat traveller, Who, having reach'd his destined place of shelter, Drops at the door his mantle's cumbrous weight. Nero. (going.) Then to thy visionary hopes I leave thee,
Incorrigible man! Here, in this chamber Keep him secure till the appointed hour.
To pour my thoughts in prayer and thankfulness To Him, the great, the good, the wise, the just, Who holds man's spirit in his own high keeping, And now supports my soul, and will support it, Till my appointed task is done. In secret The hearts by Jesus taught, were bid to pray, And, if it be permitted, so will I.
(To the Guards, who advance as he speaks to them.)
My guards and, some time past, my fellow soldiers, Let me remain alone a little while,
And fear not my escape. If ye distrust me, Watch well the door, and bind my hands with chains.
First Offi. Yes, brave Cordenius, to another chamber
Thou mayst retire, and we will watch without. But be thy person free: we will not bind, With felon cord or chain, those valiant hands (To the Officers, &c.) Which have so often for thy country fought, Until we are commanded.
Off, good Sulpicius! hang not on me thus ! Sul. O, mighty Cæsar! countermand your orders: Delay it but a month, a week, a day.
[EXEUNT Nero, Sulpicius, Senators, &c. Sulpicius still keeping close to Nero in the act of sup- plication.-Orceres, Cordenius, and Guards remain, the Guards standing respectfully at a distance in the back-ground.
Cor. I thank ye all, my friends, and I believe That I shall meet and thank ye too hereafter; For there is something in you God must love, And, loving, will not give to reprobation.
(To First Officer.) Codrus, thou once didst put thy life in hazard, And sufferedst much to save a helpless Greek
Who sought protection of thee.
E'en to be spent in want and contumely,
(Turning to the Second Officer.)| Rather than grieve thy kind and tender heart, My dearest, gentlest friend! I had accepted: But to deny my God, and put dishonour Upon the noblest, most exalted faith That ever was to human thoughts reveal'd, Is what I will not—yea, and though a Roman, A noble Roman, and a soldier too,
Young Lelius, once a rich and tempting ransom Nobly remittedst to a wretched captive. Ye are of those whom Jesus came to save: Yes; we shall meet hereafter. (To Third Officer.) And thou, my former enemy, weepest thou? We're enemies no more; thou art my brother. I will retire; my little term of life Runs fleetly on; I must not spend it thus.
SCENE III-A CROWDED AMPHITHEATRE: NERO AND THE SENATORS DISCOVERED IN THE BACK- GROUND SITTING IN STATE, PORTIA BY THE SIDE OF NERO, IN THE ACT OF SUPPLICATION.
Enter SULPICIUs on the front, meeting with another noble ROMAN.
Sul. (eagerly.) Is he advancing? Noble Rom.
I dare not do. Let Nero have this answer.
Por. No, not this answer, Maro; not this an- swer!
Cast not life from thee, dear, most dear Cordenius! Life, too, which I should spend my life in cheering, Cast it not from thee like a worthless thing. Cor. Because it is not worthless but most pre- cious,
when dear to thee, more precious far Than I have e'er esteem'd it, 'tis an offering More meet for God's acceptance;
Yes, and close at hand, Withheld from Him, not e'en thyself, sweet maid, Couldst cheer its course, nor yet couldst thou be
Surrounded by a group of martial friends. Oft have I seen him on a day of battle March to the charge with noble, portly gait, But now he treads the ground with buoyant steps Which from its surface spring, as though he press'd Substance of renovating power. His form Seems stately and enlarged beyond its wont ; And in his countenance, oft turn'd to heaven, There is a look as if some god dwelt in him. Sul. How do the people greet him? Noble Rom.
Por. Nay, but I could!—to see thee still alive, And by my side, mine own redeemed friend, Should I not then be happy?
Cor. I should be by thy side, dear love! but
With all thy excellence, couldst have no happiness, Mated with one, whose living form alone Could move upon the earth, whilst far adrift Every face His mind would dwell, by ceaseless meditation, In other worlds of blessedness or wo; Lost to the one, and to the other link'd By horrid sympathy, till his wrench'd nature Should to a demon's fell and restless spirit At last be changed.
Gazing upon him, turns, with transit quick, Pity to admiration. Warlike veterans Are shedding tears like infants. As he pass'd The legion he commanded in Armenia, They raised a shout as if a victor came, Saluting him with long and loud applause None daring to reprove them.
(Noise without of shoutings.) Hark! he comes.
Enter CORDENIUS, followed by ORCERES and SYLVIUS, and attended by other friends, with GUARDS, &c. Sul. (advancing eagerly to meet him.) Cordenius, O Cordenius! hear a friend,
A faithful, ancient friend; thy Portia's father! At Nero's footstool she is pleading for thee, And will not plead in vain, if thou wilt testify A yielding mind, a willingness to live.
Por. Alas, alas! and dost thou then believe That naught remains for thee but death or misery? Cor. No, gentle Portia! firmly I believe That I shall live in endless happiness, And with the blest hereafter shall behold
Thy blessed self, with ecstasy of love, Exceeding every thought of earth-born passion, As the fair morning star in lovely brightness Excels a night-fly, twinkling through the gloom. Live in this hope, dear Portia! hold it fast; And may his blessing rest upon thy head, Who loves the loving and the innocent! Farewell, in love and hope! farewell, in peace!
Cor. I am so pleased to die, and am so honour'd, Farewell, in quickening faith,-in holy joy!
In dying for the pure and holy truth,
That nature's instinct seems in me extinguish'd. But if the emperor freely pardon me, I shall believe it is the will of God
That I should yet on earth promote his service, And, so believing, am content to live; Living or dying, to his will resign'd.
Enter PORTIA on the front, and catching hold of Corde- NIUS with eagerness and great agitation.
Por. Cordenius, thou art pardoned. Nero spares
If thou wilt only say thou art a Roman,
In heart and faith as all thy fathers were,
Or but forbear to say thou art a Christian.
Por. (clasping his knees.) Nay, let me yet con- jure thee!
Make me not wretched, me who once was happy, Ay, happiest of all in loving thee.
Cor. This is mine anguish and my suffering! O, good Sulpicius! bear her to her home. Sul. (leading her gently away, while she still clings to him.) Forbear, my child, thy tears are all in vain.
Lic. Cæsar forbids all further interruption To his imperial sentence. Let Cordenius Forthwith prepare him for the fatal fight.
Cor. Thanks, gentle Portia! life preserved by This is mine office, and I must perform it.
(Begins to disrobe Cordenius, while Portia shrieks
aloud, and is carried off in the arms of her father.)
Disrobe thee, Maro, of those martial weeds.
Cor. Gladly; for him I serve, my glorious Master
Hath braced me with an armour that defies
All hostile things; in which I'll strive more proudly Than I have ever fought in field or breach With Rome's or Nero's foes.
Lic. Cæsar desires thee also to remember, That no ignoble audience, e'en thy emperor, And all the states of Rome, behold thy deeds.
NOTE TO THE DRAMA.
FOR the better understanding of different allusions in the foregoing drama, I beg to transcribe a few passages from Fox's History of Martyrs, taken from book i., which contains an account of the ten persecutions of the primitive church.
He says, on the authority of Justin Martyr,-" And whether earthquake, pestilence, or whatever public calamity befell, it was attributed to the Christians;" (then is added) "over and besides all these, a great occasion that stirred up the emperors against the Christians came by one Publius Tarquinius, the chief prelate of the
Cor. Tell him my deeds shall witness'd be by idolatrous sacrifices, and Mamertinus, the chief governor
Compared to whom the emperor of Rome, With all her high estates, are but as insects Hovering at midday o'er some tainted marsh. I know full well that no ignoble audience Are present, though from mortal eyes conceal'd. Farewell, my friends! kind, noble friends, farewell! Apart to Sylvius, while Orceres goes off, reap- pearing in another part of the theatre.) Sylvius, farewell! If thou shouldst e'er be call'd To die a holy martyr for the truth,
God give thee then the joy which now I feel. But keep thy faith conceal'd, till useful service Shall call thee to maintain it. God be with thee! (Looking round.) Where is Orceres gone? I thought him near me. Syl. 'Tis but a moment since he left thy side With eager haste.
of the city, in the time of Trajanus, who, partly with money, partly with sinister, pestilent counsaile, partly with infamous accusations, (as witnesseth Nauclerus,) incensed the mind of the emperor so much against God's people."
In the account of the third persecution (an. 100,) Eustasius, a great and victorious captain, is mentioned as suffering martyrdom by order of the Emperor Adrian, the barbarians; but upon Eustasius's refusing on the way to do sacrifice to Apollo for his victory, brought him to Rome, and had him put to death.
who went to meet him on his return from conquest over
In the fourth persecution, (an. 162,) it is mentioned that many Christian soldiers were found in the army of Marcus Aurelius.
"As these aforesaid were going to their execution, there was a certain soldier who in their defence took
part against those who railed upon them, for the which cause the people crying out against him, he was apprehended, and being constant in his profession, was forthwith beheaded."
In the persecutions of Decius, several soldiers are Cor. He would not see my death. I'm glad he's mentioned as martyrs, some of whom had before con
Say I inquired for him, and say I bless'd him. -Now I am ready. Earthly friends are gone. Angels and blessed spirits, to your fellowship A few short pangs will bring me. -O, Thou, who on the cross for sinful men A willing sufferer hung'st! receive my soul! Almighty God and sire, supreme o'er all! Pardon my sins and take me to thyself! Accept the last words of my earthly lips: High hallelujah to thy holy name !
cealed their faith; and in the tenth persecution, Mauritius, the captain of the Theban band, with his soldiers, to the number of 6666, (a number probably greatly exaggerated,) are recorded as having been slain as martyrs by the order of Maximinian.
Tertullian, in his Apology for the Christians, mentions the slanderous accusations against them, of putting to death children and worshipping an ass's head. And when we consider how fond the ignorant are of excitement arising from cruel, absurd, and wonderful stories, and how easily a misapprehended and detached expression may be shaped by conjecture into a detailed transaction, such accusations were very probable and (A Lion now appears, issuing from a low door might be naturally expected; particularly when the at the end of the Stage, and Cordenius, advan-unoffending meekness of their behaviour made supposed cing to meet it, enters the Arena, when Orceres hidden atrocities more necessary for the justification of their persecutors. from a lofty stand amongst the spectators, sends an arrow from his bow, which pierces Cordenius through the heart. He then disappears, and re-entering below, catches hold of his hand as Sylvius supports him from falling to the ground.)
Orc. (to Cordenius.) Have I done well, my Is there a man, that from some lofty steep,
friend?-this is a death
More worthy of a Roman.
I made a vow in secret to my heart,
Views in his wide survey the boundless deep, When its vast waters, lined with sun and shade, Wave beyond wave, in seried distance, fade To the pale sky;-or views it, dimly seen, The shifting screens of drifted mist between
That thou shouldst ne'er be made a mangled sight For gazing crowds and Nero's ruthless eye. Syl. That dying look, which almost smiles upon As the huge cloud dilates its sable form, thee,
When grandly curtain'd by th' approaching storm,- Says that thou hast done well; though words no Who feels not his awed soul with wonder rise To Him whose power created sea and skies, May pass from these closed lips, whose last bless'd Mountains and deserts, giving to the sight
Was the soul's purest and sublimest impulse.
The wonders of the day and of the night? But let some fleet be seen in warlike pride, Whose stately ships the restless billows ride,
While each, with lofty masts and brightening sheen Of fair spread sails, moves like a vested queen;- Or rather, be some distant bark, astray, Seen like a pilgrim on his lonely way, Holding its steady course, from port and shore, A form distinct, a speck, and seen no more,— How doth the pride, the sympathy, the flame, Of human feeling stir his thrilling frame! "O Thou! whose mandate dust inert obey'd! What is this creature man whom thou hast made!"
On Palos' shore, whose crowded strand Bore priests and nobles of the land, And rustic hinds and townsmen trim, And harness'd soldiers stern and grim, And lowly maids and dames of pride, And infants by their mother's side,- The boldest seaman stood that e'er Did bark or ship through tempest steer; And wise as bold, and good as wise; The magnet of a thousand eyes, That on his form and features cast; His noble mien and simple guise, In wonder seem'd to look their last. A form which conscious worth is gracing, A face where hope, the lines effacing Of thought and care, bestow'd, in truth, To the quick eyes' imperfect tracing The look and air of youth.
Who, in his lofty gait, and high Expression of th' enlighten'd eye, Had recognised in that bright hour
The disappointed suppliant of dull power, Who had in vain of states and kings desired The pittance for his vast emprise required ?— The patient sage, who, by his lamp's faint light, O'er chart and map spent the long silent night? The man who meekly fortune's buffets bore,
With heavy sigh and look depress'd, The greatest men will sometimes hear The story of their acts address'd To the young stranger's wandering ear, And check the half-swoln tear. Is it or modesty or pride
Which may not open praise abide ? No; read his inward thoughts! they tell, His deeds of fame he prizes well. But, ah! they in his fancy stand, As relics of a blighted band, Who, lost to man's approving sight, Have perish'd in the gloom of night, Ere yet the glorious light of day Had glitter'd on their bright array. His mightiest feat had once another, Of high imagination born,-
A loftier and a nobler brother, From dear existence torn;
And she for those, who are not, steeps Her soul in wo,-like Rachel, weeps.
The signal given, with hasty strides The sailors climb'd their ships' dark sides; Their anchors weigh'd; and from the shore Each stately vessel slowly bore. High o'er the deeply shadow'd flood, Upon his deck their leader stood, And turn'd him to the parted land, And bow'd his head and waved his hand. And then, along the crowded strand, A sound of many sounds combined, That wax'd and waned upon the wind, Burst like heaven's thunder, deep and grand; A lengthen'd peal, which paused, and then Renew'd, like that which loathly parts, Oft on the ear return'd again, The impulse of a thousand hearts. But as the lengthen'd shouts subside, Distincter accents strike the ear, Wafting across the current wide,
Trusting in One alone, whom heaven and earth | Heart-utter'd words of parting cheer:
Another world is in his mind,
Peopled with creatures of his kind,
With hearts to feel, with minds to soar, Thoughts to consider and explore; Souls, who might find, from trespass shriven, Virtue on earth and joy in heaven. "That power divine, whom storms obey," (Whisper'd his heart,) a leading star, Will guide him on his blessed way; Brothers to join by fate divided far. Vain thoughts! which heaven doth but ordain In part to be, the rest, alas! how vain!
But hath there lived of mortal mould, Whose fortunes with his thoughts could hold An even race? Earth's greatest son That e'er earn'd fame, or empire won, Hath but fulfill'd, within a narrow scope, A stinted portion of his ample hope.
"O! shall we ever see again
Those gallant souls recross the main ? God keep the brave! God be their guide! God bear them safe through storm and tide! Their sails with favouring breezes swell! O brave Columbus! fare thee well!"
From shore and strait, and gulf and bay, The vessels held their daring way, Left far behind, in distance thrown All land to Moor or Christian known, Left far behind the misty isle, Whose fitful shroud, withdrawn the while, Shows wood and hill and headland bright To later seamen's wondering sight, And tide and sea left far behind That e'er bore freight of human kind; Where ship or bark to shifting gales, E'er tack'd their course or spread their sails. Around them lay a boundless main In which to hold their silent reign;
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