will I die and royal! Cæsar-I scorn your mercy as I defy your menace! My fathers left to me a crown: crowned will I go to my fathers! Whatthink you, Cleopatra will live to be a slave?-will live to be at all, at your bidding? Go-trample on the subject necks of Romans! The Egyptian spits at your clemency. Why cling you not to your vaunting motto?-It was Rome's word of old Parcere subjectis et debellare superbos. Her eyes glared, awful. The death-sweat was already darkening her brow-the death-foam clammy on her white lip. She must have been devoured by the fiercest inward tortures, yet she made them subject to her will; and the veterans of a hundred battles quailed before the edge of her eloquence, more cutting than the mortal sword. She flung her arm toward the astonished tyrant in defiance, folded her garments decently about her limbs, placed the an and, without another word, composed herself on the couch beside him toward whom she had proved her love so fearfully, and closed her eyes for the last time -for ever! For many minutes longer, while-mute between astonishment, regret at his frustrated triumph, and admiration of her undaunted valor—the cold Cæsar watched her silent agonies, the convulsed heavings of her bosom, and her loud and painful breathings alone told that she lived. And dare you think me subject, or dare you not as-tique diadem of the Ptolmies upon her raven tresses, sail my pride? I tell you, Roman, you can slay men by thousands at a word; but, for your empire, you cannot make one woman live. Away-defile not me with your hangman hands! These are my subjects,” and she pointed to the dying girls around her, "this my empire-this the sepulchre of my forefathers; who were sages, priests, and kings, when yours were robbers and banditti. And this, that but this morning was a man, and now is nothing, this is my idol and my god! Away-one death like this, is worth a thousand abject lives like thine; and one dead, a hundred live Octavii, if ever earth bore aught so base by hundreds. If I betrayed in thy prime, thou mighty one, most dearly-I, upon myself, have I avenged the treason. If I sent thee before me, behold! I follow in thy footsteps! Manes of the dead rejoice-rejoice, ye are avenged!" One long and shuddering sigh-one short, sharp spasm-and the dark eyes opened, but their orbs were glazed and sightless-her jaw fell. And Egypt never more bowed to a native sovereign. And Rome was never more uncursed by a Cæsar. THE TWO BIRDS.-A STREET LYRIC. BY GEORGE H. BOKER. Two birds hang from two facing windows; One on a lady's marble wall, The one, embowered by rare exotics, The one consumes a dainty seedling That, leagues on leagues, in vessels comes; The lady's bird has careful lackeys, Doubtless the tropic flowers are dazzling, The golden cage is rare to see; "Tis well to feed upon the fruitage, The purchased service of a menial Hark! yonder bird begins to warble: And now the seamstress' bird-Oh, listen! Hear how he trills, with what abundance Cease, little prisoner to the lady, Cease, till the rising of the moon; To the full mid-day glare of June. Cease, for thy rival's throat is throbbing Cease, until yonder feathered poet Leap in the glory of the sun! MISS HARPER'S MAID. IT had been a day of boisterous excitement. The gravity of the ship had been strangely disturbed. We had "crossed the line" in the morning, and there had been the usual saturnalia on deck. Of these, as I was returning to India, after a sick furlough, I had been only a spectator; but still, when the evening came, and the fun was at an end, I felt sufficiently weary with the heat and excitement, to enjoy a quiet causerie in my own cool cabin. My companions were a bottle of "private" claret, and the "chief officer" of the ship. Now this chief officer was an excellent fellow; I think that I never knew a better. His name was Bloxham. He was about eight-and-twenty years of age, with a round, fresh-colored, but intelligent face; bright, laughing eyes, and the whitest teeth in the world. There was in him a rare union of the best parts of the old and the new race of merchant seamen; that is, he had all the openness and frankness, the seaman-like qualities of the old men, without their coarseness and vulgarity; and he had the more refined and gentlemanlike manners of the new, without their dandyism and effeminacy. He was in my eyes the very pink and perfection of a sailor. twinkling of the eye. His whole face was indeed one bright smile, and there was a world of meaning dancing beneath it. I was determined, as sportsmen say, to "unearth" it; so I said at once, that I should enjoy my claret all the more, if he would impart to it the relish of a good story. Then I took the bottle off the swinging tray, filled our glasses, and told him to "leave off making faces and begin." "Well," he said, making himself comfortable in a corner of my couch, "I must acknowledge that 'thereby hangs a tale.' 'Never kiss the maid when you can kiss the mistress, unless, you like the maid better than the mistress.' At the risk of your thinking me a low fellow, I'll give you a chapter of my own experiences, illustrative of this portion of our sailorly interpretation of being sworn at Highgate. "After the last voyage but one, our good ship went into dock for a thorough refitting, and I had a longer spell at home than I had enjoyed for many years. I would not change this way of life for any in the world; but I was glad for once to stretch my legs fairly on dry land, and see something of green fields, brick and mortar, and my shore-going friends in the neighborhood of Canterbury. "Among the families in which I was most intimate was that of a Mr. Harper. He had made a comfortable fortune by trade, and now was enjoying his otium cum dignitate in a good house on the outskirts of the city. An only daughter kept house for him; for he was a widower. Now Julia Harper, when I first knew her, was a fine, handsome girl of two-and-twenty; tall, well-made, but on rather a large scale, with bright, restless eyes, and a profusion of dark hair. She had a great many admirers in Canterbury, some of whom, there is every reason to suppose, admired the old gentleman's money as much as the young lady's eyes, but they met with no great encouragement. Miss Harper, it was whispered, had determined not to marry a Canterbury man. She wished to see more of the world. Her tastes inclined toward the army or the navy; and it was predicted that some fine day a young officer from one of the regiments in garrison, with an eye to the paternal guineas, would succeed in carrying We discussed the incidents of the day, and discoursed upon the character and objects of the Saturnalia, or rather, as we agreed, the Neptunalia, which we had been witnessing. I have no intention of describing what has been so often been described before. But there is one part of the ceremony on which I must say a few words. Before the unhappy neophyte who has to be initiated into the mysteries of the equator is finally soused in the tub of water, which by a merciful dispensation is made to follow on the begriming and befouling operation of the shaving, he is asked by the operator if he has been "Sworn at Highgate." Now, to be sworn at Highgate, is to undertake not to do certain things, when you can do better, as "never to drink small beer when you can get strong, unless," (there is always a saving clause,) "unless you like small beer better than strong." 29 I do not remember all the obligations, though they are not many, named in the recital. But one I have every reason to recollect. Bloxham, with his smiling face and joyous manner, was talk-off the prize. Everybody, however, said that she ing over this part of the ceremony; and when he repeated the words of the Highgate oath, "Never to kiss the maid, when you can kiss the mistress-unless, you like the maid better than the mistress," I could see a significant twinkling in his eyes, which stimulated my curiosity. I asked him what he was thinking of, and he said that he "could believe it very possible to like the maid better than the mistress," " and I said so too. "At all events," added Bloxham, "it often happens that the maid is the better worth kissing of the two." I could see plainly enough from my friend's manner, that I had not got at the bottom of this roguish was heart-whole, when I was first introduced to her, and some of my more intimate friends jestingly said that there was a chance for me. I confess that I was a good deal struck by the girl. The artillery of her bright eyes soon began to do some execution. I liked her open, bold manner. I had very little experience of the sex, and I thought that her candor and unreserve betokened a genuineness of character, and a truthfulness of disposition, very refreshing in such an age of shams. I think I liked the old gentleman, too-I know I liked his dinners and his winesI was certainly a favorite with Mr. Harper. Whether he ever contemplated the probability of his daughter and myself becoming attached to one another, I do | deliver the letters and parcels into my own hands, not know; but if he did contemplate it, and with and sometimes to wait for an answer. She came, pleasure, it must have been pleasure of the most un- therefore, into my drawing-room, and if she had ocselfish kind, for of all his daughter's admirers, in casion to wait, I would always desire her to be seatpoint of worldly advantages, I must have been the ed. The girl's name was Rachel. She might have least eligible. However, he had been heard to say, been old, or ugly, or deformed, for any thing I cared, that he did not look for a rich son-in-law, as his or, indeed, that I knew about her. I had a dim condaughter would have plenty of money of her own; sciousness that she had a very pleasant manner of so, sometimes, I thought it possible that the old gen- speaking; but I give you my word that, after she had tleman would not close his paternal heart against been half-a-dozen times into my room, I should not me, if I were to offer myself as a suitor for the fair have known her if I had met her in the streets : I reJulia's hand, and a claimant to her heart. garded her only as an appendage to the fair Julia, whose image was ever before my eyes, shutting out all else from my view. "I often met with Julia at the house of mutual friends. I certainly liked the girl; and my vanity was flattered, because, with so many admirers around her, she showed me, as I thought, a decided preference. She seemed to be never tired of talking about the sea. She wearied me with questions about it; and on more than one occasion said-very unguard-ground. edly that she thought a voyage to India would be the most delightful thing in the world. Of course, I made fitting answer, that with a congenial companion, a voyage anywhere would be delightful; and, more than once, opportunity being favorable, I was on the point of declaring myself, when an internal qualm of conscience arrested the dangerous avowal. "Affairs were in this state, when an accident befell me which brought matters to a crisis. There was a steeple-chase one day in the neighborhood of Canterbury, which I attended on foot. During the excitement of the race, I attempted a difficult cut across the country, failed at a leap which was beyond my powers, and had the misfortune to sprain my ankle. The injury was a very severe one, and I was laid up for many weeks in my lodgings. You have often laughed at me for taking every thing so coolly. I assure you that I did not take this coolly at all. I chafed, indeed, like a lion in the toils; and was continually arresting the progress of my recovery, by putting-in spite of repeated prohibitions-the crippled member to the ground. At last, I began to learn a little philosophy, and resigned myself to the sofa with a groan. "This, however, did not last forever. It happened one day, that when Rachel brought me a parcel, I— in my lover-like enthusiasm-started up from the sofa, and incautiously planted my injured foot on the The result was a spasm of such acute pain, that I fell back upon my couch with an involuntary cry, and a face as colorless as marble. Rachel immediately stepped forward; and, with a cordial expression of sympathy, asked if she could do any thing for me, and proceeded, with a light, gentle hand to arrange the pillows under my crrippled limb. I felt very grateful for these ministrations, and as 1 gave utterance to my gratitude, I looked for the first time inquiringly into Rachel's face. Though she bore a Jewish name, she did not bear by any means a Jew. ish cast of countenance. She had dark hair and dark eyes, it is true-but her face was round, her nose short, and if any thing, rather retroussé; and she had the sweetest little mouth in the world. I thought that, altogether, she was a very pretty girl, and moreover a very genteel one. I observed now, what I had never observed—indeed, had had no opportu nity of observing-that she had a charming little figure. Her shawl had fallen off whilst she was arranging my pillows, so that I could now see her delicate waist, and the graceful outline of her lightsome form; and there was something in her movements that pleased me better than all. I was interested in her now for the first time; and was sorry when she took her departure, with the expression of a hope that I might not suffer further inconvenience. "I hoped that she would come again on the following day, and I was not disappointed. She came with a note and a boquet from Julia; but, before delivering either, she inquired after me, with-what I thought "The loss of my liberty was bad enough; but the loss of Julia's society was a hundred times worse. Her father came often to see me, and brought me kind messages from his daughter; but, if I had had no more substantial consolations, I believe that I should have gone mad. Julia did not actually come to see me; but she wrote me repeated notes of in--genuine concern. I answered kindly and gratequiry, and often sent me flowers, and books, and other tokens of womanly kindness. The messenger employed on these occasions was Miss Harper's maid-" "Ah! sworn at Highgate," I interrupted; "we are coming to it now. Another glass of claret to improve the flavor of the story." He tossed off the bumper I had given him, as though he were drinking devoutly to some lady's health, and then continued with increased animation. "The messenger employed on these occasions was Miss Harper's maid. She was generally enjoined to fully; and before opening her mistress's note, asked her several questions, and drew her into conversation. The more I saw of her the better I liked her. She was at first a little reserved-perhaps embarrassed; but, after a few more visits, this wore off, and there was a quiet self-possession about her, which pleased me mightily. I could not get rid of the impression that she was something better than her social position seemed to indicate; at all events, she was very much unlike all the waiting-maids I had ever seen. I soon began to delight in her visits. She came almost every day with some letter or message from her mistress. I looked forward to the time of her coming, and felt duller when she was gone. I thought that it would be very delightful to have such a handmaiden always about me, to smooth my pillows, and bring me my meals, and talk to me when she had nothing better to do. "I was interested in Rachel, and enjoyed her visits; but, believing still in Julia Harper's fidelity, I was faithful to the core myself. But circumstances soon occurred which shook my faith, and then my love began to dwindle. The first of these was a mere trifle-but it was a suggestive one. Rachel brought me, one day, a note, and a little bundle of flowers, unusually well-arranged. I read the note, and to my astonishment there was a postscript to it in these words-I am sorry that I cannot send you a boquet to-day; there is positively not a flower in the garden.' I mentioned this to Rachel, and asked whence the flowers had come. She blushed, and said with some confusion of manner, that she had picked them in the garden herself. "The next was something still more demonstrative of the fair Julia's disregard of truth. Rachel brought me a note one day, and a parcel containing a pair of worsted-work slippers, which her mistress said she hoped I would wear for her sake until I was able to leave my room. She did not actually say, but she implied that she had worked them for me herself. When I said something to Rachel about the time and trouble Miss Harper-I never said 'your mistress' now-must have expended on them, I observed a very curious and significant expression on the girl's face. I had observed it once or twice before, when I had said something indicative of my confidence in Julia's sincerity. It was an expression partly of pity -partly of disgust; and seemed to be attended, for I could see the compressure of her little mouth, with a painful effort to repress the utterance of something that was forcing its way to her lips. I was thinking what this could mean, when a piece of folded paper fell from the parcel: I picked it up, and found it was a bill-a bill for my slippers, which Miss Harper had bought at the Berlin Repository in the High Street. I knew now the meaning of the look. Rachel saw that I had got a glimmering of the truth, and I thought that she seemed more happy. "She had wished me 'good morning, and was about to depart, but I told her that I could not suffer her to go. It was altogether a deplorable day, what we call in the log squally. There was a great deal of wind-a great deal of rain; and, just at this moment, the latter was coming down in torrents. After some persuasion, she consented to remain. Then I asked her if she would do something for me; and, with a bright smile, she answered-Yes.' I had a new silk neckcloth waiting on the table to be hemmed. She took it up, and then turning to me, asked naively how she was to hem it without needle and thread. To this question-for which I was well prepared-I replied, that in the other table-drawer she would find something containing both. She searched, and found a very pretty Russian-leather case, silver-mounted, with all the appliances a seamstress could desire. Then I begged her acceptance of it-said that I had ordered it to be made on purpose for her use, and that I should be bitterly disappointed if she did not accept of it. And she did accept it with undisguised pleasure. And a very pleasant thing it was to lie on the sofa, and watch her neat little white hands plying the needle in my behalf. I had been longing to see the hand without the glove, and I was abundantly satisfied when I saw it. "She had hemmed one side of the handkerchief, and we had conversed on a great variety of topics, when the weather began to clear up, and the sun to shine in at the windows. Rachel rose at once to depart. I said that I was quite sure it must be dreadfully wet under foot, and that I was certain she was thinly shod. "Not very,' she said. "But I insisted on satisfying myself, and would not be content until she had suffered to peep out beneath the hem of her gown one of the neatest little patent-leather slippers I had ever seen in my life. I said that they were verv dainty little things, but altogether fine-weather shoes, and not meant for wet decks. But I remembered presently that I had seen in her hand, when she entered the room, a pair of India-rubber overshoes, and I reminded her of them. "They are my mistress's,' she said: 'I had been desired to fetch them from the shop.' "Wear them,' I said, 'all the same-they will be none the worse, and will keep your little feet dry." "But how can I?' she answered with a smile; 'they will not fit me at all.' "Too small?' I said, laughing. "Yes, sir,' she said, with another smile, even more charming than the first. I told her that I should not be satisfied until I had decided that point for myself; and at last I persuaded her to try. The little rogue knew well the result. Her feet were quite lost in them. "If I have a weakness in the world, my good fellow, it is in favor of pretty feet and ankles; so, when Rachel insisted on taking her departure, I hobbled as well as I could to the window to see her pick her way across the puddles in the Close. I satisfied myself that the girl's ankles were as undeniable as her feet; and she was unequivocally bien chaussée. I could not help thinking of this long after she was gone. And then it occurred to me that Julia Harper was certainly on a rather large scale. She had a good figure of its kind, and she had fine eyes; but Rachel's were quite as bright, and much softer; and as for all the essentials of a graceful and feminine figure, the mistress's was far inferior to the maid's. I kept thinking of this all the evening, and after I had gone to bed. And I thought, too, of the very unpleasant specimen of Julia's insincerity which had betrayed itself in the case of the slippers. But it is astonishing how little it pained me to think that Julia might not be really attached to me, and that our almost engagement might come to naught after all. "I am afraid that if I dreamt at all about female beauty that night, it was less in the style of the mistress than the maid. Morning came, and with it an eager hope that I should see Rachel in the course of the day; but she did not appear. I never kept such | party to the fraud which had been practiced on me. long watches in my life. I got horribly impatient. She had not at first fathomed the whole extent of it; I left my couch, and seated myself at the window, but now she knew how bad a matter it was. The with a sort of forlorn hope that I might see Rachel truth was, that Miss Harper had for some time been pass; but I saw only a distressing number of clumsy carrying on something more than a flirtation with feet and thick ankles, and no one remotely resembling Captain Cox. But her father disliked the man, who, Miss Harper's spicy little maid. Night closed in though very handsome and agreeable, bore any thing upon me savage as a bear. But the next day was a but a good character-and, therefore, Julia had acted more auspicious one. Looking prettier than ever, cautiously and guardedly in the matter, and had Rachel came with a note from her mistress. I was feigned an indifference which had deceived Mr. in no hurry to open it, you may be sure. I asked Harper. Rachel a great number of questions, and was especially solicitous on the score of the wet feet, which I feared had been the result of her last homeward Voyage from my lodgings. She had by this time habituated herself to talk to me in a much more free and unembarrassed manner than when first she came to my apartments; and the more she talked to me, the more charmed I was; for she expressed herself so well, had such a pleasant voice, and delivered such sensible opinions, that I soon began to think that the mental qualifications of the mistress (none of the highest, be it said) were by no means superior to those of the maid. Indeed, to tell you the truth, my good fellow, I was falling in love with little Rachel as fast as I possibly could. "This day, indeed, precipitated the crisis. We had talked some time together, when Rachel reminded me (I thought that there was an expression of mock reproachfulness in the little round face) that I had not read her mistress's letter. I opened it in a careless manner; and had no sooner read the first line, than I burst out into loud laughter. Bravo! Rachel,' I exclaimed. You are a nice little messenger, indeed, to carry a young lady's billets doux. You have given me the wrong letter.' She took up the envelope, which had fallen to the ground, and showed me that it was directed to Edward Bloxham, Esq.' All the better, Rachel,' I said; but this begins I am so delighted, my dear Captain Cox-' Hurrah, for the envelopes!' "I looked into Rachel's face. It was not easy to read the expression of it. First she seemed inclined to laugh-then to cry. Then she blushed up to the very roots of her hair. She was evidently in a state of incertitude and confusion-puzzled what course to pursue. I folded up the letter, placed it in another envelope-not having, of course, read another word of its contents. What was the cause of Julia's excessive delight I am not aware up to this moment; but I could not help asking Rachel something about Captain Cox. One question led to another. Rechel hesitated at first; but at last, with faltering voice and tearful face told me the whole truth. She said that she had felt herself, for some time, in a very painful and embarrassing situation. She recognized her duty to her mistress, who had been kind and indulgent to her-but she could not help seeing that much which had been done was extremely wrong. She had all along been ashamed of the duty on which she was employed, and had more than once hinted her disapprobation; but had been only laughed at as a prude. She had often reproached herself for having been a | "When I first came to anchor at Canterbury, Captain Cox was on leave of Absence;' and, as he had gone away without making a declaration, it had appeared to Julia that an overt flirtation with me in the captain's absence-something that would certainly reach his ears-might stimulate him to greater activity, and elicit an unretractable avowal. Her flirtation with me was intended also, to impress on Mr. Harper's mind the conviction that she was really attached to me, and he ceased, therefore, to trouble himself about Captain Cox. He liked me, and he encouraged me, on purpose that the odious captain might be thrown into the shade. Such was the state of affairs at the outset of Julia's flirtation with But Rachel assured me that I really had made an impression on the young lady's heart, though she had not by any means given up the gallant captain. me. "I asked Rachel how this could be-how it was possible that any heart could bear two impressions at the same time. She said, that she supposed some impressions were not as deep and ineflaceable as others. At all events, she believed that to Miss Harper it was a matter of no very vital concernment whether she married Captain Cox or Mr. Bloxham; but that she was determined to have one or other. The fact is, the girl was playing a double game, and deceiving both of us. All this was very clear to me from Rachel's story But she told me it was her own belief, that Julia would determine on taking me, after all—and that for the very excellent reason that Captain Cox was engaged elsewhere. At least, that was the story in the town since his return to barracks. "Poor Rachel shed a great many tears whilst she was telling me all this. She said that, having betrayed her mistress, she could not think of remaining with her. She was decided on this point. With warm expressions of gratitude, I took her little hand into mine, and said that I would be her friend-that she had done me an inestimable service-that I was glad to be undeceived—that the little incident of the flowers and that of the slippers, had shaken my belief in Miss Harper's truth, that altogether my opinions had changed, and that I knew there were worthier objects of affection. Then I spoke of her own position-said that of course her determination was right-but that she would confer a very great favor on me, if she would do nothing until she saw me again. This she readily promised; and it was agreed that on the following day, which was Sunday, she should call on me during afternoon service. I pressed her hand warmly when I wished her good |