The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-11-04

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terrors have impaired thy reason else wouldst thou
better know to welcome our friends Farewell, be-
loved one, ere sunset l return"
SIN glory !" continued the dark Achillas, smile
! cleaning unnaturaly his Ethiopian features
In glory shalt thou return, and in pomp far better
suited to thy greatness. Not thus had we come
even now, but that the waters full shallow, and
the channels intricate for larger vessels And speed
SO thought king would SAVIOR of friendship,
than cold pomp or heartless ceremony"
Again he embraced his noble wife, kissed the
large tears from her full black eyes; Farewell
my heart, the Gods watch thee. Sextus, re-
member IN evil fortune or in good remember thou
art the son of Pompey whom Sylly styled, The
Great Increase in virtue and in fortune love
and support thy mother, honor and initiate the no.
BILE Cato hate Cesar, and above all things, be Ro-
man ~
He stepped from the channels of the galley into
the boat, and with countenanee as serene though
he were departing on pleasure voyage, seated
himself amldships, between the rowers and the
group of guards who filled the stern of the long
row skiff. The man in the bow, jet black Mau
ritanan, with white turban and close vest of linen,
pushed off the boat with a vigorous thrust of his
pole, and sinking into his seat, piled his with
vigor in which he well seconded by all his
rades dozen strokes sufficed to wheel the skff
round, and dozen more had given her an impetus
which whirled her away from the galley like swal-
low skimmng the surf
While the side ofthe boat was turned towards his
vessel, the illfated warrior gazed steadily upon the
features of his wife, and of the few nobly faithful,
as she fell off, he waved one mute farewell, then
folding his arms calmly over his bosom, he collec-
ted all his energies, prepared for either fortune.
Not word was spoken for the breast of the fil-
gitve full full of high sorrows and high pur-
poses while the hearts of those about him beat
ousy and fearfuly with the wild fear of meditated
guilt. Suddenly, in obedience gesture of Achil-
las, the foremost rcwer, as it were accidently de-
ranged the motion of the boat by awkward use
of his oar ; she rocked violently; but, contrary to
the wishes of the traitor, the proud Roman sat un-
moved, and apparently unconscious: the villain bit
his lip with all the bitterness of disappointed malice,
and uttered a subdued mprecation. The sound
fell upon POmpey's ear though not its purpor, and
raising his eyes he gazed eagerly around him. An
eye caught his f; well-known face for Pompey
possessed that rarest faculty of memory, by which
the great alone oft distinguished. He rurncd
half round" he said smilingly, and rejoicing at the
sight; " Ha I! fellow-soldier, have met before
thou didst serve with me in Pontus Thy hand,
veteran ~ and he stopped forward with extended
arm to greet him. AT this instant Photinus waved
his arm aloft, and the oarsman, who sat Immediate
Iy behind the hero, unsheathed his long two edged
acinaccs.
Strike, in the name of Isis shouted Achillas,
and the blow flashed in the sunlight.
At the word the noble Roman had sprung to his
feet, and grasped the handle of his Spanish blade
but was too atc the home-drvcn thrust found the
joint between the corslet aud his studded belt, and
entered deep into his unguarded side. He felt that
that he slain. and, Withdrawing his hand from
the hit of his useless weapon, folded his
his heart glared from face to face in the stern and
fearless Indignation, while those before him shrank
from the terrible expression of his bright eye,
though it fraught with blighting fire. Again
and agai the murderers struck but still their blows
were from behind. Slowly he was falling forward,
when with desperate and dying effort, Inc drew
himself up and hurled himself backward; the as
sassins Ieaped aside, and the tall body fell heavily
on its back across the benches slippery with its life
blood the last glance of the glazing eyes was up
ward to the free heavens; the last thought of the
parting spirit was of self-restraining dignity.
For moments space there was pause, and
then cry went Up, a fearful cry of mingled agony
and Indignation In it bent the gefu shouts
of the fierce legonaries the boyish notes of Scxtus
and wilder, shriller, and, terrible than all, the
rawlings of the desperate Cornelia. 1t ceased and
silence fell with pa!pable and heavy weight, over
the brilliant scene for hope at end rescue
too late; vengeance impossible. The fatal skiff
shot onward, and now she reached the strand the
murderers leaped forth and 10, pike was reared
in the glad sunshine, another with CORY head A
naked mutiuted corpse cast upon the glitter
ing sands and with shout of barbarous applause,
and yet wilder burst of music, the hosts of Egypt
celebrated their accursed triumph.
In terror and despair the Roman galeys slipped
their cables; with every sail set, every sheet strain
ed the utmost, they rushed, before the gale from
that inhosptable coast bearing away, she knew not
and she cared whittier, her to whom the uni
verse had now become cherries sepulchrc.
Noon glowed upon the level beach and breeze
less waters, and not a vessel was to be seen the
deep, not human being on the shores. The Ro-
man fleet had loHg since sunk into the blue haze of
distance, and the hosts of Ptoemy their aim accom-
pshed had marched in savish cxultation to the
walls Of Alexandria. For miles along the margin
of the surf not object to be seen save one of
honor The senseless mangled clay, that but a