, 1840-08-15

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of unrivalled symmetry, completed the brlsh.
hand. They filled the golden gob!ets, and
as the warriors raised them to their lips, JnOa
bent his eyes on Petreius and exclaimed 10
Cator
TO Cato's shade! most noble Juba,' an
swered the gallant Roman, for be sure, that
noblest of US all, hath not survived our down.
fall!
Then shall we greet him very shortly
lHo! Petreius, answered the Prince. An
other goblet to our meeting. Fill! fill to me
sweet CYCLE!
And to the dregs they quaffed the brim.
ming bowls; sOne other toast-to Liberty!
exclaimed the conquerer of Catalina.
To Libertyr Juba replied to Liberty! and
now?
By our w hands, princer asked the
undaunted Roman!
Not so returned the Moor. Letus die rath-
er hand to hand, fighting for the first time
against each other, as side by side we have
fought fifty times or %oftener! CYCLE call hith-
er old Z~amballah! and now one last embrace,
lPetreius.
And those two generous beings rushed,
each into the others arms, and stood there,
for ten seconds space, looked IN the closest
and most loving clasp, ere they should arm
their hands against each others life.
What no! Zamballah! specific the armoury,
and fetch us thence to Roman swords-why
standest~ thou?-begone!
1t was but a short space, ere the old Moor
returned, bearing the deadly weapons. The
friends had thrown aside their upper gar
lments; the Moor his flowing robe, the Ro-
imam his proud toga, and there they stood.
the one in his caftan, the other in his snowy
l%tusnic, without one sign ofpity or Of sorrow
much less of wavering or Of terror, in the
dark eyes.
The swords were brought-massy, short,
1.-TWO edged weapons, framed equally to cut
and thrust--the weapons by which Rome
lhewed her way to universal empire. They
lgrasped them, gazed for a moment into each
Others eyes, cast them away, rushed once
more into a last embrace.
Farewell, on earth Petreius!
Farewell, most noble Juban
And instantly closed, hand to hand foot &c
lfoot-with every thrust, and blow, quick
lreint, and subtle parry, that the best art Of
that day had invented-the strife was very
short, for each more eager to be slain, than
to slay the other, purposely left his body
Iopen-Juba bled from three several wounds
mot one of which was mortal-but, at the
fourth or fifth thrust, happier than his friend.
lily foeman, Petreius feell at JUDAS feet, pierc.
d ed throu' the very heart. One quick short
gasp, one culver Of the limbs, and the eyes
d glared, and was set fast for ever.
The MAJOR stopped over him, kissed his
broad brow, closed his eyes with a steady
= hand, and then, q tarry not he said, 81 tar
$ nv not, Petreius. Burn us. on one pyre,
!. good Zamballah, let one urn hold our ashes,
and next he addeds do me the last good
debt, hold the weapon firm
The old slave spoke not, but gazed fixedly
/ into his masters eyes, flung himself at his
princes feet, clasping his knees with impa.
I tent affection, and watering his feet with
/. his tears. Juba appraised him kindly, press
ed him to his W breast IT'S but one pang
E ZambalIahr The aged man dashed off a
f tear, knelt firmly ON the ground and with
f averted head held out the fatal weapon
$ One bound, and Juba fell, a dead man ere
he touched the ground, across his comrades
: body; and the slave, truer than full many a
freeman, sheathed his sword, reeking yet
with his slain masters gore, in his own faith
, full heart, and fell a worthy sharer in the fate
: of those two glorious victims.