But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' favor, and do justice

For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones,
When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em!
What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome
Install'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

Wol. That's news, indeed.

Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne,

Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now

Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down

Cromwell!

The king has gone beyond me; all my glories

In that one woman I have lost forever:

No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,

Or gild again the noble troops that waited

Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell :
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now

To be thy lord and master: seek the king;

That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
What and how true thou art: he will advance thee;
Some little memory of me will stir him

(I know his noble nature), not to let

Thy hopeful service perish too: good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom. Oh, my lord,

Must I, then, leave you? Must I needs forego
so good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
The king shall have my service; but my prayers
Forever, and forever, shall be yours.

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear

In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me
Out of thy honest truth to play the woman.

Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And, when I am forgotten,-as I shall be,-

And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention
Of me must more be heard of,-say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ;
A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition;
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't?

Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty ;

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not :
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,

Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell!
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king:

And, Prithee, lead me in:

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe

And my integrity to Heaven, is all

I dare now call my own. O Cromweli, Cromwell!
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, He would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies!

Crom. Good sir, have patience.

Wol. So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

127. ROME SAVED BY FEMALE VIRTUE.

HOOK.

NATHANIEL HOOK, a native of England, died 1768. The date of his birth is unknown to us. He is the author of an excellent "History of Rome, from the building of Rome to the end of the Commonwealth." "Mr. Hook," Bays Allibone's "Dictionary of Authors," "was a Catholic, of whose if few particulars are known. He will always be remembered for his excel lent Roman History, and as the friend of Ålexander Pope, who brought the priest to his death-bed, to Bolingbroke's great disgust."

1. CORIOLANUS was a distinguished Roman senator and general, who had rendered eminent services to the republic. But these services were no security against envy and popular prejudices. He was at length treated with great severity and ingratitude, by the senate and people of Rome; and obliged to leave his country to preserve his life. Of a haughty and indignant spirit, he resolved to avenge himself; and with this view, applied to the Volscians, the enemies of Rome, and tendered them his services against his native country. The offer was cordially embraced, and Coriolanus was made general of the Volscian army.

2. He recovered from the Romans all the towns they had taken from the Volsci; carried by assault several cities in Latium; and led his troops within five miles of the city of Rome. After several unsuccessful embassies from the senate, all hope of pacifying the injured exile appeared extinguished; and the sole business at Rome was to prepare, with the utmost diligence, for sustaining a siege. The young and able-bodied men had instantly the guard of the gates and trenches assigned to them; while those of the veterans, who though exempt by their age from bearing arms, were yet capable of service, undertook the defence of the ramparts.

3. The women, in the mean while, terrified by these move ments, and the impending danger, into a neglect of thei wonted decorum, ran tumultuously from their houses to the temples. Every sanctuary, and especially the temple of Jupi ter Capitolinus, resounded with the wailings and loud supplications of women, prostrate before the statues of their divinities In this general consternation and distress, Valeria (sister of

the famous Valerius Poplicola), as if moved by a divine im pulse, suddenly took her stand upon the top of the steps of the temple of Jupiter, assembled the women about her, and having first exhorted them not to be terrified by the greatness of the present danger, confidently declared, "That there was yet hope for the republic; that its preservation depended upor them, and upon their performance of the duty they owed their country."

4. "Alas!" cried one of the company, "what resource can there be in the weakness of wretched women, when our bravest men, our ablest warriors themselves despair ?"

"It is not by the sword, nor by strength of arms," replied. Valeria, “that we are to prevail; these belong not to our sex. Soft moving words must be our weapons and our force. Let us all in our mourning attire, and accompanied by our children, go and entreat Veturia, the mother of Coriolanus, to intercede with her son for our common country. Veturia's prayers will bend his soul to pity. Haughty and implacable as he has hitherto appeared, he has not a heart so cruel and obdurate, as not to relent when he shall see his mother, his revered, his beloved mother, a weeping. suppliant at his feet.”

5. This motion being universally applauded, the whole train of women took their way to Veturia's house. Her son's wife Volumnia, who was sitting with her when they arrived, and greatly surprised at their coming, hastily asked them the meaning of so extraordinary an appearance. "What is it," said she, "what can be the motive that has brought so numerous a company of visitors to this house of sorrow?”

6. Valeria then addressed herself to the mother: "It is to you, Veturia, that these women have recourse in the extreme peril with which they and their children are threatened. They intreat, implore, conjure you, to compassionate their distress, and the distress of our common country. Suffer not Rome to become a prey to the Volsci, and our enemies to triumph over our liberty. Go to the camp of Coriolanus: take with you Volumnia and her two sons: let that excellent wife join her intercession to yours. Permit these women with their children to accompany you; they will

O Veturia! conjure him to
Cease not to beg till you
can never withstand your
Come then, Veturia; the

all cast themselves at his feet. grant peace to his fellow-citizens. have obtained. So good a man tears our only hope is in you. danger presses; you have no time for deliberation; the enterprise is worthy of your virtue; Heaven will crown it with success; Rome shall once more owe its preservation to our ex. You will justly acquire to yourself an immortal fame, and have the pleasure to make every one of us a sharer in your glory."

7. Veturia, after a short silence, with tears in her eyes, answered: "Weak indeed is the foundation of your hope, Valeria, when you place it in the aid of two miserable women. We are not wanting in affection to our country, nor need we any remonstrance or entreaties to excite our zeal for its preservation. It is the power only of being serviceable that fails as. Ever since that unfortunate hour, when the people in their madness so unjustly banished Coriolanus, his heart has been no less estranged from his family than from his country. You will be convinced of this sad truth, by his own words to us at parting.

8. "When he returned home from the assembly, where he had been condemned, he found us in the depth of affliction, bewailing the miseries that were sure to follow our being deprived of so dear a son, and so excellent a husband. We had his children upon our knees. He kept himself at a distance from us; and, when he had awhile stood silent, motionless as a rock, his eyes fixed, and without shedding a tear; "Tis done,' he said. 'O mother! and thou Volumnia, the best of wives, to you Marcius is no more! I am banished hence for my affection to my country, and the services I have lone it.

g.

'I go this instant; and I leave forever a city where good men are proscribed. Support this blow of fortune with the magnanimity that becomes women of your high rank and virtue. I commend my children to your care. Educate them in a mauner worthy of you, and of the race from which they come. Heaven grant they may be more fortunate than their