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till noon, although the weather was extremely hot ; the conquerors, however, did not remit their ardor, being encouraged by the example of their general, who thought his victory not complete till he became master of the enemy's camp. Accordingly, marching on foot, at their head, he called upon them to follow and strike the decisive blow. . The cohorts which were left to defend the camp, for some time made a formidable resistance, particularly a great number of Thracians, and other barbarians, who were appointed for its defence ; but nothing could resist the ardor of Cesar's victorious army ; they were at last driven from their trenches, and all fled to the mountains, not far off. Cesar seeing the field and camp strewed with his fallen countrymen, was strongly affected at so melancholy a prospect, and could not help crying out, to one that stood near him, " They would have it so." Upon entering the enemy's camp, every object presented fresh instances of the blind presumption and madness of his adversaries. On all sides were to be seen tents adorned with ivy, and branches of myrtles, couches covered with purple, and sideboards loaded with plate. Every thing gave proofs of the highest luxury, and seemed rather the preparatives for a banquet, the rejoicings for a victory, than the dispositions for a battle.
As for Pompey, who had formerly shown such instances of courage and conduct, when he saw his cavalry routed, on which he had placed his sole dependence, he absolutely lost his reason. Instead of thinking how to remedy this disorder, by rallying such troops as fled, or by opposing fresh troops to stop the progress of the conquerors, being totally amazed by this unexpected blow, he returned to the camp, and, in his tent, waited the issue of an event, which it was his duty to direct, not to follow. There he remained for some moments, without speaking ; till, being told that the camp was attacked, * What," says he, are we pursued to our very entrenchments?" And immediately quitting his armor, , for a habit more suitable to his circumstances, he fled on horseback; giving way to all the agonizing reflections which his deplorable situation must naturally suggest.In this melancholy manner he passed along the vale of Tempe, and pursuing the course of the river Peneus, at last arrived at a fisherman's hut, in which he passed the night. From theiice he went on board a little bark, and keeping along the seashore, he descried a ship of some burden, which seemed preparing to sail, in which he embarked, the master of the vessel still paying him the homage which was due to his former station. From the mouth of the river Peneus he sailed to the Amphipolis; where, finding his affairs desperate, he steered to Lesbos, to take in his wife Cornelia, whom he had left there, at a distance from the dangers and hurry of war. She, who had long flattered herself with the hopes of victory, felt the reverse of her fortune, in an agony of distress. She was desired by the messenger (whose tears, mere than words, proclaimed the greatness of her misfortunes) to hasten, if she expected to see Pompey, with but one ship, and even that not his own. Her grief, which before was violent, became now insupportable ; she fainted away, and lay a considerable time without any signs of life. At length, recovering herself, and reflecting that it was now no time for vain lamentations, she ran quite through the city to the seaside. Pompey embraced her without speaking a word, and for some time supported her in his arms, in silent despair.
Having taken in Cornelia, he now continued his course, steering to the southeast, and stopping no longer than was necessary to take in provisions, at the ports that occurred in his passage. He was at last prevailed upon to apply to Ptolemy, king of Egypt, to whose father Pompey had been a considerable benefactor. Ptolemy, who was as yet a minor, had not the government in his own hands, but he and his kingdom were under the direction of Photinus, an eunuch, and Theodotus, a master of the art of speaking. These advised, that Pompey should be invited on shore and there slain ; and accord. ingly, Achilles, the commander of the forces, and Septimius, by birth a Roman, and who had formerly been a centurion in Pompey's army, were appointed to carry their opinion into execution. Being attended by three or four more, they went into a little bark, and rowed off from land towards Pompey's ship, that lay about m. mile from the shore. Pompey, after taking leave of Cornelia, who wept at his departure, and having repeated two verses of Sophocles, signifying, that he who trusts his freedom to a tyrant, from that moment becomes a slave, gave his hand to Achilles, and stept into the bark, with only two attendants of his own. They had now rowed from the ship a good way, and as, dur. ing that time, they all kept a profound silence, Pompey, willing to begin the discourse, accosted Septimius, whose face he recollected" Methinks, friend," cried he,
you and I were once fellow soldiers together." Sep. timius gave only a nod with his head, without uttering a word, or instancing the least civility. Pompey, therefore took out a paper, on which he had minuted a speech he intended to make to the king, and began reading it. In this manner they approached the shore ; and Cornelia, whose concern had never suffered her to lose sight of her husband, began to conceive hope, when she perceived the people on the strand, crowding down along the coast, as if willing to receive him ; but her hopes were soon destroyed; for that instant, as Pompey rose, supporting himself upon his freedman's arm, Septimius stabbed him in the back, and was instantly seconded by Achilles. Pompey, perceiving his death inevitable, only disposed himself to meet it with decency and covering his face with his robe, without speaking a word, with a sigh, resigned himself to his fate. At this horrid sight, Cornelia shrieked so loud as to be heard to the shore ; but the danger she herself was in, did not allow the mariners time to look on ; they immediately set sail, and, the wind proving favorable, fortunately they escaped the pursuit of the Egyptian galleys. In the mean time, Pompey's murderers having cut off his head, caused it to be embalmed, the better to preserve its features, designing it for a present to Cesar. The body was thrown naked on the strand, and exposed to the view of all those whose curiosity led them that way. However, his faithful freedman Philip, still kept near it ; and when the crowd was dispersed, he washed it in the sea; and looking round for materials to burn it with, he perceived the wreck of a fishingbout; of which he com
posed a pile. While he was thus piously employed, he was accosted by an old Roman soldier, who had served under Pompey in his youth. " Who art thou," said he, “that art making these humble preparations for Pompey's funeral ?" Philip having answered that he was one of his freedmen, " Alas !" replied the soldier, “ permit me to share in this honor also ; among all the miseries of my exile, it will be my last sad comfort, that I have been able to assist at the funeral of my old commander, and touch the body of the bravest general that ever Rome produced." After this they both joined in giving the corpse the last rites ; and collecting his ashes, buried them under a little rising earth, scraped together with their hands ; over which was afterwards placed the following inscription : " He whose merits deserve a temple, can scarce find a tomb."
VI.—Character of King Alfred.—Hume. THE merit of this prince, both in private and public life, may, with advantage, be set in opposition to that of any monarch or citizen, which the annals of any nation or any age can present to us. He seems, indeed to be the complete model of that perfect character, which under the denomination of a sage or wise man, the philosophers have been fond of delineating, rather as a fiction of their imagination, than in hopes of ever seeing it reduced to practice; so happily were all his virtues tempered together, so justly were they blended, and so powerfully did each prevent the other from exceeding its proper bounds ' He knew how to conciliate the boldest enterprize with the coolest moderation; the most obstinate perseverance, with the easiest flexibility ; the most severe justice with the greatest lenity ; the most vigorous command with the greatest affability of deportment; the highest capacity and inclination for science, with the most shining talents for action. His civil and military virtues are almost equally the objects of our admiration ; excepting, only, that the former being more rare among princes, as well as more useful, seem chiefly to challenge our applause. Nature, also, as if desirous that so bright a production of her skill should be set in the fairest light,
had bestowed on him all bodily accomplishments ; vigor of limbs, dignity of shape and air, and a pleasant, engaging and open countenance. Fortune alone, by throwing him into that barbarous age, deprived him of historians worthy to transmit his fame to posterity ; and we wish to see him delineated in more lively colors, and with more particular strokes, that we may at least perceive some of those small specks and blemishes, from which as a man, it is impossible he could be entirely exempted.
VII.—Awkwardness in Company.- CHESTERFIELD.
WHEN an awkward fellow first comes into a room, he attempts to bow, and his sword if he wears one, gets between his legs, and nearly throws him down. Confused and ashamed, he stumbles to the upper end of the room, and seats himself in the very place where he should not.. He there begins playing with his hat, which he presently drops; and recovering his hat, he lets fall bis cane ; and in picking up his cane, down goes his hat again. Thus, 'tis a considerable time before he is adjusted.
When his tea or coffee is handed to him, he spreads his handkerchief upon his knees, scalds his mouth, drops either the cup or saucer, and spills the tea or coffee in his lap. At dinner, he seats himself upon the edge of the chair, at so great a distance from the table that he frequently drops the meat between his plate and his mouth; he holds his knife, fork and spoon differently from other people ; eats with his knife to the manifest danger of his mouth ; and picks his teeth with his fork.
If he is to carve, he cannot hit the joint ; but in laboring to cut through the bone, splashes the sauce over every body's clothes. He generally daubs himself all over ; his elbows are in the next person's plate ; and he is up to the knuckles in soup and grease.
If he drinks, 'tis with his mouth full, interrupting the whole company with—" To your good health, sir," and “My service to you :" Perhaps coughs in his glass and besprinkles the whole table.
He addresses the company by improper titles, as, Sir,