STANDARD CLASSIC READER Book Four PART I LITERATURE HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY Thomas Babington Macaulay, writer and statesman, was born in Rothley Temple, Leicestershire, England, October 25, 1800. His parents were well-to-do, and on his father's side he came of good, vigorous Scotch stock. He could read before he was three years old, and wrote poetry at the age of eight. He had a wonderful memory, and he once said that if by some accident every copy of the New Testament, "The Pilgrim's Progress," and "Paradise Lost," were destroyed, he could reproduce all three from memory. At Trinity College, Cambridge, he gained distinction both as a scholar and debater. After leaving college he turned to writing as a means of income, several of his ballads being published in Knight's Quarterly Magazine. In 1825, his famous essay on Milton appeared in the Edinburgh Review. He was sent to Parliament, where he achieved success as an orator, and rose to a place in the cabinet. In 1857, he was raised to the peerage of Great Britain under the title of Baron Macaulay of Rothley. He died in London, December 28, 1859. "Horatius" is one of the "Lays of Ancient Rome." Tarquin the Proud, seventh king of Rome, was a cruel and wicked tyrant. The Romans, weary of his tryanny, rose under Brutus, and drove the Tarquins into exile, electing two consuls as heads of the state. Tarquin retired to Etruria, where he succeeded in enlisting the arms of the Etruscan confederation in his behalf. Their defeat is told in the following ballad, which "is supposed to have been made about a hundred and twenty years after the war which it celebrates, and just before the taking of Rome by the Gauls." Lars Porsena of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore From the proud mart of Pisa, Heavy with fair-haired slaves; Through corn and vines and flowers; Tall are the oaks whose acorns Fat are the stags that champ the boughs Beyond all streams Clitumnus Is to the herdsman dear; Best of all pools the fowler loves But now no stroke of woodman Is heard by Auser's rill; No hunter tracks the stag's green path Grazes the milk-white steer; In the Volsinian mere. |