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visage with her hair. At the sound of my voice she looked up, and calmly casting back the locks from her foreheads fixed her eyes upon me. She still knelt; one hand supported the head, with the other she pointed to it, as her oply answer. again adjured lier. There was the silence of death among tho thousands around me.- A fire flashed in Her eye4-her cheek burn ed-she waived her hand with an air of Su- perb sorrow.

 ty tone. 'This bleeding body was my husband. I have no father. This world contains to me but this clay in my arms.-- Yet,' and she kissed the ashy lips before her, 'yet, my Constantius it was to save that father, that your generous heart defed the peril of this hour. It was to redeem him from the hand of evil. that you aban- doned your quiet home !-yes, cruel father, here lies the noble being that threw open your dungeon, that led you safe through the confagration, that to the last moment of his liberty, only thought how he might pre- serve and protect you.' Tears at length fell in floods from her eyes. sBut,' said she, in tone of wild power, he has be- trayed, and may the power whose thunders avcnge the cause of his people; pour down just retribu,ion upon the head that dar- ed -p

 I heard my own condemnation about to be pronounced by the lips of my own child. Wound up to the last degree of suffering, I tore my hair, leaped upon the bars before me, and plunged into the arena by her side. The height stunned me, tottered few paces and fell. The lion gave roar and sprang upon me. lay helpless under him, I felt his fiery breath -l saw his lured eye glaring-I heard the gnashing of his white fangs above me. An exulting shout arose. I saw him rear as if struck, gore filled his jaws. Am other mighty blow was driven to his heart. He sprang high in the air with q howl.- He dropped he was dead. The amphi- theatre ihundered with acclamations. With Salome ciinging to my bosom, Constantius raised me from tho ground.-- The roar of the lion had reused him from his swoon, and two blows saved me. The falchion had broken in the heart of the monster. The whole multitude stood up, supplicating for our lives in the name oi

 6lial piety and heroisnl. Nero. devil as he was, dared not resist the strength of popu- lar feeling. He waved signal to the guards; the portal was opened and my children, sustaining my feeble steps, show cred with garlands and ornaments from in-

 numerable hands, slowly led me from the arena" t"