People's party paper. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1891-1898, 1892-12-23

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pie. A few millionaires were to be
the lords of creation to enjoy all
the fruits of the conquests of the
Roman armies and all the profits
from the patient toll of Roman
labor.
Sylla was now the ruler of the
world. He had succeeded in all
things. He had won honor, more
praise, more money, more power
than he knew what to dc with. He
decided to lay down the burdens Of
public work and go off to one of his
palaces and have a good time the
balance of his life. He did so. He
left all the hard work to his under
lings, but he was really the boss
still. His army and his party were
in full charge Of everything, and
they looked up to him as their chief.
At his palsce he passed his time
in hunting, fishing, writing, eating,
drinking ard the most shameful
vices. All the bad habits of his
youth came back to him in full force,
He soon fell into a most disgusting
disease and died.
His fune'al was grander than that
of any cher Roman-before his
time or afterwards.
Students never tire Of sylla. He
was one 0: the most remarkable men
that ever lived. His youth was
given to rice, his manhood to ruin
Gus ambition and his old age to glut-
tony, Drunkenness and sensuality.
He was a favorite with fortune and
claimed that ne was gifted with what
we call "good luck" He feared
nothing loved nothing, and believed
in nothing high, pure or noble. He
had no idea of any other life than
this. Did not believe in the soul or
in God. Was as superstitious as
an old negro woman just from
Africa
He was great favorite among
women ald married several times
He was fondest OF the wife named
Metela, who bore him twins, one a
boy, the other a girl. While he was
celebrating some of his GLORIOUS
victories" with music, dancing,
carousing, street parades, etc., word
came that his wife, Metella, was sick
unto death. He at once divorced
her Gas he had a right to do under
Roman law and ordered her to be
taken out of his house. He was so
superstitious that he believed her
death in his house would bring him
chad luck"
SO the poor dying lady, the mother
of bis children, was taken out of the
house, carried. 10 another and soon
died.
This was some 1000 years ago,
but as we read Of it now, it it so
brutal, so inhuman, SO horrible, that
it seems the act Of devil rather
than a man.
Once when there was a riot at
Rome, the people killed some of
their oppressors and sought to kill
Sylla. He ran and hid in the house
of Marius and thus his life was
saved. Instead Of showing any
gratitude. to Marlus, he made war
upon him soon after, forced him
into exile, hunted him as it he were
a wolf and set price upon his head.
Marlus escaped as I have told you.
When Sylla got back to Rome from
Asia, Marius was already dead, put
Sylla's hatred of him was SO great
that lie dug up his bones and scat
tered them to the winds.
Just few days before this terri
BILE man died he had magistrate
hung be use he was q little slow in
collect ing she taxes. It is said that
while he was abusing this poor
creature, he became so angry he
burst blood vessel and SO brought
on his own death. Others say he
was afflicted as Hera1 was, and that
great quantities of worms infested
bis body.
When he died he LIT the reins of
government LII ghe hands of a few
noble senators. He hoped this sys.
tenn would las5 forever. In another
story, week after next, [ will show
YOU cow his work was undone.
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