5. But as for thee, thou false woman,' Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword Was never known to thee Nor the balm that drops on wounds of woe 6 My son l' my son may kinder stars And may those pleasures gild thy reign Or turn their hearts to thee; And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend, Oh, soon, to me, may summer suns Let winter round me rave; And the next flowers that deck the spring Elizabeth, queen of England, who ur.justly detained her in prison. • James the First, king of England. 105. THE PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS. FROM NEWMAN'S "OALLISTA." 1. THE plague of locusts, one of the most awful visitations to which the countries included in the Roman Empire were exposed, extended from the Atlantic to Ethiopia, from Arabia to India, and from the Nile and Red Sea to Greece and the north of Asia Minor. Instances are recorded in history of clouds of the devastating insect crossing the Black Sea to Poland, and the Mediterranean to Lombardy. It is as numerous in its species as it is wide in its range of territory. Brood follows brood, with a sort of family likeness, yet with distinct attributes, as we read in the prophets of the Old Testament, from whom Bochart tells us it is possible to enumerate as many as ten kinds. 2. It wakens into existence and activity as early as the month of March; but instances are not wanting as in our present history, of its appearance as late as June. Even one flight comprises myriads upon myriads, passing imagination, to which the drops of rain, or the sands of the sea, are the only fit comparisons; and hence it is almost a proverbial mode of expression in the East (as may be illustrated by the sacred pages. to which we just now referred), by way of describing a vast invading army, to liken it to the locusts. So dense are they, when upon the wing, that it is no exaggeration to say that they hide the sun, from which circumstance, indeed, their name in Arabic is derived. And so ubiquitous are they when they have alighted on the earth, that they simply cover or clothe its surface. 3. This last characteristic is stated in the sacred account of the plagues of Egypt, where their faculty of devastation is also mentioned. The corrupting fly and the bruising and prostrating hail preceded them in the series of visitations, but they came to do the work of ruin thoroughly. For not only the crops and fruits, but the foliage of the forest itself, nay, the small twigs and the bark of the trees, are the victims of their curious and energetic rapacity. They have even to gnaw the door-posts of the houses. oeen known Nor do they execute their task in so slovenly a way, that, as they have suc ceeded other plagues, so they may have successors themselves. 4. They take pains to spoil what they leave. Like the harpies, they smear every thing that they touch with a miserable slime, which has the effect of a virus in corroding, or, as some say, in scorching and burning. And then, perhaps, as f all this were too little, when they can do nothing else, they die, as if out of sheer malevolence to man, for the poisonous elements of their nature are then let loose and dispersed abroad, and create a pestilence; and they manage to destroy many more by their death than in their life. 5. Such are the locusts,-whose existence the ancient heretics brought forward as their primary proof that there was an evil creator; and of whom an Arabian writer shows his national horror, when he says that they have the head of a horse, the eyes of an elephant, the neck of a bull, the horns of a stag, the breast of a lion, the belly of a scorpion, the wings of an eagle, the legs of a camel, the feet of an ostrich, and the tail of a serpent. 6. And now they are rushing upon a considerable tract of that beautiful region of which we have spoken with such adiniration. The swarm to which Juba pointed, grew and grew, till it became a compact body, as much as a furlong square; yet it was but the vanguard of a series of similar hosts, formed, one after another, out of the hot mould or sand, rising into the air like clouds, enlarging into a dusky capy, and then discharged against the fruitful plain. At length, the huge, innumerous mass was put into motion, and began its career, darkening the face of day. 7 As became an instrument of divine power, it seemed to have no volition of its own; it was set off, it drifted with the wind, and thus made northwards, straight for Sicca. Thus they advanced, host after host, for a time wafted on the air, and gradually declining to the earth, while fresh broods were carried over the first, and neared the earth, after a longer flight, in their turn. For twelve miles did they extend, from front to rear, and their whizzing and hissing could be heard for six miles on every side of them. 8. The bright sun, though hidden by them, illumined their hodies, and was reflected from their quivering wings; and as they heavily fell earthward, they seemed like the innumerable flakes of a yellow-colored snow. And like snow did they de scend, a living carpet, or rather pall, upon fields, crops, gardens, copses, groves, orchards, vineyards, olive woods, orangeries, palm plantations, and the deep forests, sparing nothing within their reach, and, where there was nothing to devour, lying helpless in drifts, or crawling forward obstinately, as best they might, with the hope of prey. 9. They could spare their hundred thousand soldiers, twice or thrice over, and not miss them; their masses filled the bottoms of the ravines and hollow ways, impeding the traveller as he rode forward on his journey, and trampled by thousands under his horse's hoofs. In vain was all this overthrow and waste by the roadside; in vain their loss in river, pool, and water-course. The poor peasants hastily dug pits and trenches as their enemy came on; in vain they filled them from the wells or with lighted stubble. Heavily and thickly did the locusts fall; they were lavish of their lives; they choked the flame and the water, which destroyed them the while, and the vast, living hostile armament still moved on. 106. THE PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS-continued. 1. THEY moved on like soldiers in their ranks, stopping at nothing, and straggling for nothing; they carried a broad furrow, or weal, all across the country, black and loathsome, while it was as green and smiling on each side of them, and in front, as it had been before they came. Before them, in the language of the prophets, was a paradise, and behind them a desert. They are daunted by nothing; they surmount walls and hedges, and enter inclosed gardens or inhabited houses, 2. A rare and experimental vineyard has been planted in a sheltered grove. The high winds of Africa will not commonly allow the light trellis or the slim pole; but here the lofty poplar of Campania has been possible, on which the vine-plant mounts so many yards into the air, that the poor grape-gatherers bargain for a funeral pile and a tomb as one of the conditions of their engagement. The locusts have done what the winds and lightning could not do, and the whole promise of the vintage, leaves and all, is gone, and the slender stems are left bare. 3. There is another yard, less uncommon, but still tended with more than common care; each plant is kept within due bounds by a circular trench around it, and by upright canes on which it is to trail; in an hour the solicitude and long toil of the vine-dresser are lost, and his pride humbled. There is a smiling farm; another sort of vine, of remarkable character, is found against the farm-house. This vine springs from one root, and has clothed and matted with its many branches the four walls. The whole of it is covered thick with long clusters, which another month will ripen. On every grape and leaf there is a locust. 4. In the dry caves and pits, carefully strewed with straw, the harvest-men have (safely, as they thought just now) been lodging the far-famed African wheat. One grain or root shoots up into ten, twenty, fifty, eighty, nay, three or four hundred stalks; sometimes the stalks have two ears apiece, and these shoot off into a number of lesser ones. These stores are intended for the Romar populace; but the locusts have been beforehand with them. The small patches of ground belonging to the poor peasants up and down the country, for raising the turnips, garlic, barley, and water-melons, on which they. live, are the prey of these glutton invaders as much as the choicest vines and olives. 5. Nor have they any reverence for the villa of the civi decurion, or the Roman official. The neatly arranged kitchengarden, with its cherries, plums, peaches, and apricots, is a waste; as the slaves sit around, in the kitchen in the first court, at their coarse evening meal, the room is filled with the invad ing force, and the news comes to them that the enemy has fallen upon the apples and pears, in the basement, and is at the same time plundering and sacking the preserves of quince and |