Who check'd his conquests,' and denied his triumphs. Why will not Ca to be this Cæsar's friend ? |

Cato. Those very reasons thou hast urg'd', forbid it. .

Dec. Cato, I have orders to expos'tulate, And reason with you, i as from friend to friend; Think on the storm that gathers o'er your head, And threatens ev'ry hour to burst upon it ; ! Still may you stand high in your country's honors, - 1 Do but comply, I and make your peace with Cæsar, I Rome will rejoice', I and cast its eyes on Cato, I As on the second of mankind. Cato.

No more - 1 I must not think of life on such conditions. I

Dec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your virtues, And therefore sets this value on your life. | Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, And name your terms. I Cato.

Bid him disband his le gions, Restore the commonwealth to lib'erty, Subinit his actions to the public cen'sure, | And stand the judgment of a Roman sen ate. ! Let him do this, I and Cato is his friend. /

Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your wisdom-
Cato. Nay, more I though Cato's voice I was ne'er

employ'd
To clear the guilty, I and to varnish crimes, |
Myself will mount the rostrum in his fa'vor, i
And strive to gain his pardon from the people.

Dec. A style like this becomes a con queror. I
Cato. Decius, a style like this, becomes a Ro'man.
Dec. What is a Roman that is Cæsar's foe?
Cato. Great er than Cæsar: he's a friend to virtue.

Dec. Consider, Cato, you 're in U tica, /
And at the head of your own little senate; |
You don't now thunder in the Capitol, 1
With all the mouths of Rome to sec ond you. |

Cato. Let him consider tha!, / who drives us hither. "T is Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate little, 1

And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye
Beholds this man in a false glaring light,
Which conquest, and success' have thrown upon him:
Didst thou but view him right,' thou ’dst see hiin black
With murder, trea'son, sac rilege, and crimes', !
That strike my soul with horror but to name them.,
I know thou look’st on me, ! as on a wretch
Beset with ills, and cover'd with misfortunes; !
But millions of worlds'
Should never buy me i to be like that Casar. !

Dee. Does Caio send this answer back to Cæsar, i For all his generous cares, and proffer'd friendship?

Cato. His cares for me, are insolent, and vain.
Presumptuous man! the gods' take care of Cato.
Would Cæsar show the greatness of his soul, i
Let him employ his care for these my friends'; |
And make good use of his ill-gotten power,
By shelt'ring men much better than himself.

Dec. Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget
You are a man. | You rush on your destruction. |
But I have done. When I relate hereafter
The tale of this unhappy embassy, I
All Rome, will be in tears. I

(Exit. Semp.

Cato, we thank thee. The mighty genius of immortal Rome', / Speaks in thy voice: thy soul breathes liberty. Cæsar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st, I And shudder in the midst of all his conquests.

Luc. The senate owes its gratitude to Cato | Who, with so great a soul, 'consults its safety, | And guards our lives, while he neglects his own. |

Semp. Sempronius gives no thanks on this account. Lucius seems fond of life'; ; but what is life? | "T is not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun : 1 'Tis to be free. į When liberty is gone, I Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. ! O could my dying hand I but lodge a sword

In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country,
I could enjoy the pangs of death', |
And smile in agony !
Luc.

Others, perhaps, 1
May serve their country with as warm a zeal, 1
Though 't is not kindled into so much rage. |

Semp. This sober conduct | is a mighty virtue
In luke-warm patriots!!

Cato. Come — no more', Sempronius,
All here are friends to Rome, i and to each other ;
Let us not weaken still the weaker side 1
By our divisions. 1

Semp. Cato, iny resentments
Are sacrificed to Rome' – I stand reprov'd. |

Cato. Fathers, 't is time you come to a resolve. |

Luc. Cato, we all go into your' opinion - | Cæsar's behavior has convinc'd the senate | We ought to hold it out till terms arrive. I

Semp. We ought to hold it out till death -- but, Cato, My privale voice is drown'd amidst the senate's.

Cato. Then let us rise', my friends', I and strive to fill This little interval. this pause of life, While yet our liberty, and fates are doubtful, With resolution, | friend ship, \ Roman bra'very, | And all the virtues we can crowd in to it, | That heaven may say it ought to be prolong’d. ! Fathers, farewell. The young Numidian prince Comes forward, and expects to know our counsels.

THANATOPSIS.

(W. C. BRYANT.)
To him who, in the love of Nature, I holds
Communion with her visible forms, I she speaks
A various language: for his gaver hours, |
She has a voice of glad 'ness, and a smile,

• Thanatopsis (Greek), from thanatos, death, and opsis, sight a view of death.

And eloquence of beauty;' and she glides
Into his darker musings with a mild
And gentle sym'pathy that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.

When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour, come like a blight
Over thy spirit ;) and sad images"
Of the stern, agony, and shroud', | and pall', |
And breathless dark ness, i and the narrow house', 1
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart,
Go forth under the open sky', and list
To Nature's teachings, / while from all around - 1
Earth', and her wa'ters, and the depths of air' - 1
Comes a still voice. !

Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun | shall see no more In all his course ; | nor yet in the cold ground', ! Where thy pale form was laid with many tears., Nor in the embrace of o'cean, shall exist Thy image. | Earth that nourish'd thee, shall claim Thy growth ! to be resolv’d to earth again ; And, lost each human trace, I surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, 1 To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod" which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thy eternal resting-place, Shalt thou retire alone - | nor couldst thou wish'! Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise', the good', 1 Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past', All in one mighty sepulchre.

Sad images; not sad-dim'a-ges. Stern agony; not stern-nag go-r.

The hills,
Rock-ribb'd, and ancient as the sun'; | the vales',
Stretching in pensive quietness between ;
The venerable woods'; rivers that move
In ina jesty, and the complaining brooks

That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round all
Old ocean's grey, and melancholy waste,
Are but the solemn decorations all., 1
Of the great tomb of man. I

The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heav'n,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe, I are but a hand ful" i to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings
Of morning, and the Barcan dessert pierce,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods' |
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings — 1 yet the dead are there, ;'
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep - the dead reign there, alone. I
So shalt thou' rest - 1 and what if thou shalt fall, |
Cnnoticed by the living; and no friend
Take note of thy departure? | All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. | The gay will laugh
When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care
Plod on', i and each one, as before, I will chase
His favorite phantom - yet all these shall leave
Their mirth, and their employments, and shall come.
And make their bed with thee.

As the long train Of ages glides away, I the sons of men', / The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, ma tron and maid, • Sad abodes; not sad'der-bodes. "Bu a handful; not butter handful