"Ah! that was another matter-a condescension," answered Cornelius. "Yes, in a certain sense, I grant it; but it was a political act."
"I warrant you," retorted Aristo, "most political. We were to be fleeced, do you see? so your imperial government made us Romans, that we might have the taxes of Romans, and that in addition to our own. You"ve taxed us double; and as for the privilege of citizenship, much it is, by Hercules, when every sn.o.b has it who can wear a _pileus_ or cherish his hair."
"Ah! but you should have seen the procession from the Capitol," continued Cornelius, "on, I think, the second day; from the Capitol to the Circus, all down the Via Sacra. Hosts of strangers there, and provincials from the four corners of the earth, but not in the procession. There you saw, all in one _coup-d"il_, the real good blood of Rome, the young blood of the new generation, and promise of the future; the sons of patrician and consular families, of imperators, orators, conquerors, statesmen. They rode at the head of the procession, fine young fellows, six abreast; and still more of them on foot. Then came the running horses and the chariots, the boxers, the wrestlers, and other combatants, all ready for the compet.i.tion. The whole school of gladiators then turned out, boys and all, with their masters, dressed in red tunics, and splendidly armed. They formed three bands, and they went forward gaily, dancing and singing the Pyrrhic. By-the-bye, a thousand pair of gladiators fought during the games-a round thousand, and such clean-made, well-built fellows, and they came against each other so gallantly! You should have see it; _I_ can"t go through it. There was a lot of satyrs, jumping and frisking, in burlesque of the martial dances which preceded them. There was a crowd of trumpeters and horn-blowers; ministers of the sacrifices with their victims, bulls and rams, dressed up with gay wreaths; drivers, butchers, haruspices, heralds; images of G.o.ds with their cars of ivory or silver, drawn by tame lions and elephants. I can"t recollect the order. O! but the grandest thing of all was the Carmen, sung by twenty-seven n.o.ble youths, and as many n.o.ble maidens, taken for the purpose from the bosoms of their families to propitiate the G.o.ds of Rome. The flamens, augurs, colleges of priests, it was endless. Last of all came the emperor himself."
"That"s the late man," observed Jucundus, "Philip; no bad riddance his death, if all"s true that"s said of him."
"All emperors are good in their time and way," answered Cornelius; "Philip was good then, and Decius is good now;-whom the G.o.ds preserve!"
"True," said Aristo, "I understand; an emperor cannot do wrong, except in dying, and then everything goes wrong with him. His death is his first bad deed; he ought to be ashamed of it; it somehow turns all his great virtues into vices."
"Ah! no one was so good an emperor as our man, Gordia.n.u.s," said Jucundus, "a princely old man, living and dead; patron of trade and of the arts; such villas! he had enormous revenues. Poor old gentleman! and his son too. I never shall forget the day when the news came that he was gone. Let me see, it was shortly after that old fool Strabo"s death-I mean my brother; a good thirteen years ago. All Africa was in tears; there was no one like Gordia.n.u.s."
"That"s old world philosophy," said Aristo; "Jucundus, you must go to school. Don"t you see that all that is, is right; and all that was, is wrong? "Te nos facimus, Fortuna, deam," says your poet; well, I drink "to the fortunes of Rome,"-while it lasts."
"You"re a young man," answered Cornelius, "a very young man, and a Greek.
Greeks never understand Rome. It"s most difficult to understand us. It"s a science. Look at this medal, young gentleman; it was one of those struck at the games. Is it not grand? "Novum saeculum," and on the reverse, "aeternitati." Always changing, always imperishable. Emperors rise and fall; Rome remains. The eternal city! Isn"t this good philosophy?"
"Truly, a most beautiful medal," said Aristo, examining it, and handing it on to his host. "You might make an amulet of it, Jucundus. But as to eternity, why, that is a very great word; and, if I mistake not, other states have been eternal before Rome. Ten centuries is a very respectable eternity; be content, Rome is eternal already, and may die without prejudice to the medal."
"Blaspheme not," replied Cornelius: "Rome is healthier, more full of life, and promises more, than at any former time, you may rely upon it. "Novum saeculum!" she has the age of the eagle, and will but cast her feathers to begin a fresh thousand."
"But Egypt," interposed Aristo, "if old Herodotus speaks true, scarcely had a beginning. Up and up, the higher you go, the more dynasties of Egyptian kings do you find. And we hear strange reports of the nations in the far east, beyond the Ganges."
"But I tell you, man," rejoined Cornelius, "Rome is a city of kings. That one city, in this one year, has as many kings at once as those of all the kings of all the dynasties of Egypt put together. Sesostris, and the rest of them, what are they to imperators, prefects, proconsuls, _vicarii_, and _rationales_? Look back at Lucullus, Caesar, Pompey, Sylla, t.i.tus, Trajan.
What"s old Cheops" pyramid to the Flavian amphitheatre? What is the many-gated Thebes to Nero"s golden house, while it was? What the grandest palace of Sesostris or Ptolemy but a second-rate villa of any one of ten thousand Roman citizens? Our houses stand on acres of ground, they ascend as high as the Tower of Babylon; they swarm with columns like a forest; they pullulate into statues and pictures. The walls, pavements, and ceilings are dazzling from the l.u.s.tre of the rarest marble, red and yellow, green and mottled. Fountains of perfumed water shoot aloft from the floor, and fish swim in rocky channels round about the room, waiting to be caught and killed for the banquet. We dine; and we feast on the head of the ostrich, the brains of the peac.o.c.k, the liver of the bream, the milk of the murena, and the tongue of the flamingo. A flight of doves, nightingales, beccaficoes are concentrated into one dish. On great occasions we eat a phnix. Our saucepans are of silver, our dishes of gold, our vases of onyx, and our cups of precious stones. Hangings and carpets of Tyrian purple are around us and beneath us, and we lie on ivory couches. The choicest wines of Greece and Italy crown our goblets, and exotic flowers crown our heads. In come troops of dancers from Lydia, or pantomimes from Alexandria, to entertain both eye and mind; or our n.o.ble dames and maidens take a place at our tables; they wash in a.s.ses" milk, they dress by mirrors as large as fish-ponds, and they glitter from head to foot with combs, brooches, necklaces, collars, ear-rings, armlets, bracelets, finger-rings, girdles, stomachers, and anklets, all of diamond and emerald. Our slaves may be counted by thousands, and they come from all parts of the world. Everything rare and precious is brought to Rome: the gum of Arabia, the nard of a.s.syria, the papyrus of Egypt, the citron-wood of Mauretania, the bronze of aegina, the pearls of Britain, the cloth of gold of Phrygia, the fine webs of Cos, the embroidery of Babylon, the silks of Persia, the lion-skins of Getulia, the wool of Miletus, the plaids of Gaul. Thus we live, an imperial people, who do nothing but enjoy themselves and keep festival the whole year; and at length we die-and then we burn: we burn-in stacks of cinnamon and ca.s.sia, and in shrouds of _asbestos_, making emphatically a good end of it. Such are we Romans, a great people. Why, we are honoured wherever we go. There"s my master, there"s myself; as we came here from Italy, I protest we were nearly worshipped as demi-G.o.ds."
"And perhaps some fine morning," said Aristo, "Rome herself will burn in cinnamon and ca.s.sia, and in all her burnished Corinthian bra.s.s and scarlet bravery, the old mother following her children to the funeral pyre. One has heard something of Babylon, and its drained moat, and the soldiers of the Persian."
A pause occurred in the conversation as one of Jucundus"s slaves entered with fresh wine, larger goblets, and a vase of snow from the Atlas.
CHAPTER VI.
GOTHS AND CHRISTIANS.
Cornelius was full of his subject, and did not attend to the Greek. "The wild-beasts hunts," he continued, "ah, those hunts during the games, Aristo! they were a spectacle for the G.o.ds. Twenty-two elephants, ten panthers, ten hyaenas (by-the-bye, a new beast, not strange, however, to you here, I suppose), ten camelopards, a hippopotamus, a rhinoceros-I can"t go through the list. Fancy the circus planted throughout for the occasion, and turned into a park, and then another set of wild animals, Getes and Sarmatians, Celts and Goths, sent in against them, to hunt down, capture and kill them, or to be killed themselves."
"Ah, the Goths!" answered Aristo; "those fellows give you trouble, though, now and then. Perhaps they will give you more. There is a report in the praetorium to-day that they have crossed the Danube."
"Yes, they _will_ give us trouble," said Cornelius, drily; "they _have_ given us trouble, and they will give us more. The Samnites gave us trouble, and our friends of Carthage here, and Jugurtha, and Mithridates; trouble, yes, that is the long and the short of it; they will give us trouble. Is trouble a new thing to Rome?" he asked, stretching out his arm, as if he were making a speech after dinner, and giving a toast.
"The Goths give trouble, and take a bribe," retorted Aristo; "this is what trouble means in their case: it"s a troublesome fellow who hammers at our door till we pay his reckoning. It is troublesome to raise the means to buy them off. And the example of these troublesome savages is catching; it was lately rumoured that the Carpians had been asking the same terms for keeping quiet."
"It would ill become the majesty of Rome to soil her fingers with the blood of such vermin," said Cornelius; "she ignores them."
"And therefore she most majestically bleeds us instead," answered Aristo, "that she may have treasure to give them. We are not so troublesome as they; the more"s the pity. No offence to you, however, or to the emperor, or to great Rome, Cornelius. We are over our cups; it"s only a game of politics, you know, like chess or the _cottabus_. Maro bids you "parcere subjectis, et debellare superbos;" but you have changed your manners. You coax the Goths and bully the poor African."
"Africa can show fight, too," interposed Jucundus, who had been calmly listening and enjoying his own wine; "witness Thysdrus. That was giving every rapacious Quaestor a lesson that he may go too far, and find a dagger when he demands a purse."
He was alluding to the revolt of Africa, which led to the downfall of the tyrant Maximin and the exaltation of the Gordians, when the native landlords armed their peasantry, killed the imperial officer, and raised the standard of rebellion in the neighbouring town from impatience of exactions under which they suffered.
"No offence, I say, Cornelius, no offence to eternal Rome," said Aristo, "but you have explained to us why you weigh so heavy on us. I"ve always heard it was a fortune at Rome for a man to have found out a new tax.
Vespasian did his best; but now you tax our smoke, and our very shadow; and Pescennius threatened to tax the air we breathe. We"ll play at riddles, and you shall solve the following:-Say who is she that eats her own limbs, and grows eternal upon them? Ah, the Goths will take the measure of her eternity!"
"The Goths!" said Jucundus, who was warming into conversational life, "the Goths! no fear of the Goths; but," and he nodded significantly, "look at home; we have more to fear indoors than abroad."
"He means the praetorians," said Cornelius to Aristo, condescendingly; "I grant you that there have been several untoward affairs; we have had our problem, but it"s a thing of the past, it never can come again. I venture to say that the power of the praetorians is at an end. That murder of the two emperors the other day was the worst job they ever did; it has turned the public opinion of the whole world against them. I have no fear of the praetorians."
"I don"t mean praetorians more than Goths," said Jucundus; "no, give me the old weapons, the old maxims of Rome, and I defy the scythe of Saturn. Do the soldiers march under the old ensign? do they swear by the old G.o.ds? do they interchange the good old signals and watchwords? do they worship the fortune of Rome; then I say we are safe. But do we take to new ways? do we trifle with religion? do we make light of Jupiter, Mars, Romulus, the augurs, and the ancilia? then I say, not all our shows and games, our elephants, hyaenas, and hippopotamuses, will do us any good. It was not the best thing, no, not the best thing that the soldiers did, when they invested that Philip with the purple. But he is dead and gone." And he sat up and leant on his elbow.
"Ah! but it will be all set right now," said Cornelius, "_you"ll_ see."
"He"d be a reformer, that Philip," continued Jucundus, "and put down an enormity. Well, they call it an enormity; let it be an enormity. He"d put it down; but why? there"s the point; why? It"s no secret at all," and his voice grew angry, "that that h.o.a.ry-headed Atheist Fabian was at the bottom of it; Fabian, the Christian. I hate reforms."
"Well, we had long wished to do it," answered Cornelius, "but could not manage it. Alexander attempted it near twenty years ago. It"s what philosophers have always aimed at."
"The G.o.ds consume philosophers and the Christians together!" said Jucundus devoutly. "There"s little to choose between them, except that the Christians are the filthier animal of the two. But both are ruining the most glorious political structure that the world ever saw. I am not over-fond of Alexander either."
"Thank you in the name of philosophy," said the Greek.
"And thank you in the name of the Christians," chimed in Juba.
"That"s good!" cried Jucundus; "the first word that hopeful youth has spoken since he came in, and he takes on him to call himself a Christian."
"I"ve a right to do so, if I choose," said Juba; "I"ve a right to be a Christian."
"Right! O yes, right! ha, ha!" answered Jucundus, "right! Jove help the lad! by all manner of means. Of course, you have a right to go _in malam rem_ in whatever way you please."
"I am my own master," said Juba; "my father was a Christian. I suppose it depends on myself to follow him or not, according to my fancy, and as long as I think fit."
"Fancy! think fit!" answered Jucundus, "you pompous little mule! Yes, go and be a Christian, my dear child, as your doting father went. Go, like him, to the priest of their mysteries; be spit on, stripped, dipped; feed on little boys" marrow and brains; worship the a.s.s; and learn all the foul magic of the sect. And then be delated and taken up, and torn to shreds on the rack, or thrown to the lions and so go to Tartarus, if Tartarus there be, in the way you think fit. You"ll harm none but yourself, my boy. I don"t fear such as you, but the deeper heads."
Juba stood up with a look of offended dignity, and, as on former occasions, tossed the head which had been by implication disparaged. "I despise you," he said.
"Well, but you are hard on the Christians," said Aristo. "I have heard them maintain that their superst.i.tion, if adopted, would be the salvation of Rome. They maintain that the old religion is gone or going out; that something new is wanted to keep the empire together; and that their worship is just fitted to the times."
"All I say to the vipers," said Jucundus, "is, "Let well alone. We did well enough without you; we did well enough till you sprang up." A plague on their insolence; as if Jew or Egyptian could do aught for us when Numa and the Sibyl fail. That is what I say, Let Rome be true to herself and nothing can harm her; let her shift her foundation, and I would not buy her for this water-melon," he said, taking a suck at it. "Rome alone can harm Rome. Recollect old Horace, "Suis et ipsa Roma viribus ruit." He was a prophet. If she falls, it is by her own hand."
"I agree," said Cornelius; "certainly, to set up any new worship is treason; not a doubt of it. The G.o.ds keep us from such ingrat.i.tude! We have grown great by means of them, and they are part and parcel of the law of Rome. But there is no great chance of our forgetting this; Decius won"t; that"s a fact. You will see. Time will show; perhaps to-morrow, perhaps next day," he added, mysteriously.
"Why in the world should you have this frantic dread of these poor scarecrows of Christians," said Aristo, "all because they hold an opinion?
Why are you not afraid of the bats and the moles? It"s an opinion: there have been other opinions before them, and there will be other opinions after. Let them alone and they"ll die away; make a hubbub about them and they"ll spread."