Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-18

GAVE UP TIE SPIRIT.
 Death IS thy true friend; and, surely, sin less and pure of heart shalt thou pass into the dreadful presence of the Gods"
 She trembled. "And if the heart be not altogether pure, tell me-thou dark man what then. Nay, I fear not the Gous! for if the Gods of Hell be men, there shall queen it also. At the least, having once been royal, royal shall eyer be-"
 And as she spoke, suddenly from he pal ace gates came great clamor and the noise of joyful shouting.
 "Why, what is this:' she said, springing from her couch.
 'Antony! Antony!'' rose the cry-"An- tony hath conquered!'
 Swiftly she turned and ran, her long hair streaming on tho wind. 1 followed her, more slowly, down the great hall, across courtyards to tic palace gates. And here she met Antony, riding through them, radiant with smiles and clad ip his Roman armor. When he saw her he leaped to the ground, and, all armed as he was, clasped her to his breast
 "What is it!' she cried; lis Caesar falen!"
 ''Nay, not altogether fallen. Egypt; but we have beat his horse;nen back to their trenches, and, like the beginning, 50 shall be the end, for as they say here: Where the head goes the tail will follow.' More over, Caesar has my challenge and if he will but meet me hand to hand, soon shall the world see which is the better man, Antony or Octavian." And even as he spoke and the people cheered, there came the cry of "A messenger from C@sarl'
 The herald entered and, lowing ioW gave writing to Antony, bowed again, and went. Cleopatra snatched it from his hand, broke the silk, and read aloud:
 "C(ssGr to Antony. Greetjng:
 ''Ths answer to thy challenge: Gan Antony find no better way of death than beneath the sword of Cesar? Farewellv'
 And thereafter they cheered no more. The darkness came, and ere It was mid night, having feasted with those friends who tonight wept over his woes and to- morrow should betray him, Antony went forth into the gathering of the Captains of the land forces and of the fleet attended by many, among whom was l.
 And when all were come together he spoke to them, standing bareheaded in their midst, beneath the radiance of the moon. And thus he most nobly spoke: "Friends and companions in arms who yet cling to me, and whom many time have led to victory, hearken to mo now who, tomorrow. may lie in the dumb dust, dis empired and dlshonOred. This is our de- sign; no longer will he hang on poised wings above the flood of war, but will straIghtWay plunge, perchance thence to snatch the VlctOr'S Giadem, or, failing q there, to drown. Be now but true to me- and to your hOnor's sake, and still may you sit, the most proud of men, at my right hand in the Capitol of Rome Fail me now, and lost Is the cause of Antony and lost are ye. Hazardous indeed must be tomorrow s battle, but many a time have we stood and | faced tiercer peril and ere the sun had sunk once more have driven armies like desert sands before our gale of valor and counted the spells of hostile Kings. What | have we to fears Though al..es Dc fled, still Is our array as strong as Caesar's ]! | And show me but as high a heart, why, swear to you, upon my princely word, to- | morrow night shall deck wonder Canopic l Gate with the heads of Octavi2n and his cap tains! Ay, cheer, and cheer again! love | that martial music which swells not as | from the different lips of clarions, now meath the breath of Antony and now of CGSar, but rather out the hearts of honest | men who love me. Xet-and now I will speak low, as we do speak o'er the bier of some beloved dead-yet, if Fortune should rlse against me and if borne down by the | weight Of arms, Antony, the soldier, dies a | soldiers death, leaving you to mourn him Who ever was your friend, tEis IS my will, that after our rough fashion of the camp l | my treasure lies Take it, most dear friends, | and ln the memory Of Antony, make just d- : VIslon. Then go to Cesar ard speak thus: