LIBRARY OF THK University of California. Mrs. SARAH P. WALSWORTH. Received October, 1894. cy^ccessions ^o^^C 3(p. Class No. -, PICTURES OF HEROES LESSONS FKOM THEIR LIVES. A WOMAN'S GUESS; OR, THE KING AMONG TUE MINE-FOLK, "The while he digs he talks so eloquently, and upon such stirring themes, that they pause, lean upon their tools, and think they could listen forever to the fine youth with the bright eye and the silvery speech. He has such a noble mien also, such a stately carriage, that they are never weary of watching him. At length (it is a woman's eye that makes the discovery) it is noticed that the collar of his shirt is elaborately embroidered. That is enough." Page 135. PHILADELPHIA: J. B. LIPPINCOTT & CO. SVOSta G < \' o ]x V 07 PEEFACE, Some of the more scenic incidents in the long pro- cession of History have been chosen for description in the following pages. The moment has generally been selected when the great man of the age was at his greatest, or when the age had most need of its great man. Whether we regard the latter as the doer of the work, or simply as the tool by which the work was done when the time was ripe for the doing of it, it is still the Individual who arrests our sympathies, and who images the time to our apprehensions. These Etudes offer no unity of design. They are as roving as the steps of the artist who wanders up and down in search of picturesque effects, fill- ing his sketch-book at the prompting of wayward fancy. (3) IV PKEFACE. But though the lesson of his life be not here made to follow the sketch of the hero, with the same prefcision as the "moral" attended the winding-up of the tale in the old story-books, yet the intelligent student will not fail to detect the teaching and to supply the motto. Windermere. CONTENTS. *- PAOE An Impebial Convert 7 The Moslem's Dream; or, The Crescent on the Loire. 29 Kino Alfred; or, A Thousand Years Ago 45 Frederic Barbarossa: The "Red-Beard" of the Rhine.... 66 Brother John of Vicenza 109 Northern Lights 123 The "Snow-King" 143 Scenes in the Life of William the Silent 173 The Polish "Wizard" 211 Innsbbuck and its Echoes; or. The Rescue, the Run, the Bribe, and the Ruin 235 1* (5) LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. FAGK King Alfred winning the Queen's Manuscript 53 Barbarossa's Answer to the Citizens of Lodi 78 The Pulpit on the Field of Paquara 118 A Woman's Guess; or, The King among the Mine-folk 135 The Solemn Farewell 158 A Scene in the Life op William the Silent 204 "The Wizard Himself!" A Look through the Windows of the Past 213 (6) AN IMPERIAL CONVERT, ^ UFI71 AN IMPERIAL CONVERT. Not many of the great emperors of the world have been born in the purple. Here is a group of no less than six, crowded together at once, either on the throne of Roman empire or on its steps, at the beginning of the fourth century. Two have just retired from active rule: two proudly style themselves "Augusti;" and two try to satisfy the craving hunger of ambition by the temporary title of "Caesar." Only one of those purple-clad men can fairly call himself nobly born; and that one is Constantius, the father of the Great Constantino. Diocletian has just withdrawn himself from the op- pressive cares of empire, and is inviting repose from the exhausting excitement of success within the marble halls of his beloved Salona, on the Dalmatian shore of the Adriatic. But he cannot close his ear to the dis- tant echoes of that struggle for the mastery which is ever maintained by the heirs of his bequeathed power. The retired emperor, who is seeking to forget the past by cultivating a race of royal cabbages in the kitchen- garden of his retreat, was but the son of a pair of slaves, belonging to the household of a Roman senator. (9) 10 AN IMPERIAL CONVERT. He had persuaded his haughty colleague, Maximian, to lay aside, at the same time with himself, the white fillet incrusted with pearls, which was the form of the Ro- man diadem. And so, on the 1st of May, 305, the philosophic Diocletian on the crowded plain of Nico- media, and the turbulent Maximian at his own royal city of Milan, divested their own shoulders of the pur- ple robe. Maximian, the subordinate actor in these remarkable scenes, secretly felt that he was only lay- ing aside his mantle to be in readiness for any fresh wrestling-match for imperial power. But the son of a peasant of Sirmium was molded of coarser clay than was the son of the household slave : and the finer ma- terial always maintained its ascendency over the ruder. Again, of the two men who assumed the imperial title of "Augustus" at the close of the singular fes- tivities of Nicomedia and of Milan, one of them, Va- lerius, was but a herdsman, before he was summoned by Diocletian to watch the flocks of barbarians who were spreading along the banks of the barrier Danube, and searching for some gap in the fences which guarded lUyria. His fellow, "Augustus," who with himself had previously filled the secondary rank of "Caesar," was,, as has been said, the one only member of the group who was born of other than plebeian parents. Con- stantius was the son of a Dardanian noble, and his mother was the niece of the Emperor Claudius. The two remaining personages, Maximin and Sev- erus, who stepped into the royal rank of Caesar as soon as their predecessors had become Augusti, were both of obscure birth : Maximin was the nephew, Sev- erus the trusted servant, of the herdsman Galerius. It PLEBEIAN EMPEROKS. 11 is with the line of the single nolAy-born member of the group of emperors that we have to do. The division of the Roman world which had fallen to the lot of Constantius, while he held the dignity of Caesar under Diocletian and Maximian, consisted of Gaul, Spain, and Britain; and these Western prov- inces are still his especial charge, now that he has taken the highest step, and seated himself on the throne of empire. In one of his early missions to the East, he is said^ to have wedded the daughter of an "inn-holder" (to use the old expression) at Naissus in Dacia. This is thought to be the most probable origin of Helena, the celebrated mother of Constantino the Great. An earnest appeal against her ignoble descent has been made by posterity to that mysterious Herald's Office which has always been ready to find an old coat of arms or to make a new one for any hero who is in want of a good parentage. A shadowy "King Coil," who kept his court either in Essex, or else hiding un- der the protecting wall of Antoninus, was declared to be the rightful sire of the renowned lady. ' Maid of the inn in Dacia, or daughter of King Coil in Britain, whichever she may have been, Helena was not long permitted to share the prosperity of her husband Constantius. The old Emperor, Diocletian, had in- sisted on her divorce, in order that the Western Caesar might marry Theodora, the daughter of Maximian. The repudiated wife consequently suiTers total eclipse, until she reappears on the scene as the Christian mother of the Great Constantino. Figures are ap- pearing and disappearing with confusing rapidity ; but the great events of history are like a series of dissolv- 12 AN IMPERIAL CONVERT. ing views, the outlines of the old scene melting dream- ily into the growing proportions of the new. It is impossible to ascertain the birth-place of the boy Constantine with full historical confidence. No Briton is willing to renounce the belief that he was born at Eboracum, the British metropolis of the Roman period. But the learned have not left us in quiet possession of this idea; and Naissus, the alleged birth-place of his Dacian mother, or Drepanum, in the Gulf of Nico- media, to which Constantine afterward gave the name of Helenopolis, are advanced as formidable rivals of our own York. At the time of his mother's enforced disownment and his own, Constantine was eighteen years of age. He was gifted with a majestic stature; and his supple strength had been tested in personal combat with a Sarmatian athlete, and in a yet .more formidable struggle with a huge lion. The jealous Galerius would not have wept had the lad fallen be- neath the brute force of either : for the admiring peo- ple of the East, where he was passing his apprentice- ship to arms, had clamorously named their favorite young chief as the fitting Caesar. The youth is in peril; and. his father, who still loves his first-born, whom he has been forced to disown, longs to see him in safety by his side. He dispatches missive after missive demanding the boy's presence. Galerius would fain have placed other Sarmatians and other lions in his path, for he mislikes the look of the boy. There is a hidden might, the energizing power of a strong will, which young Constantine cannot wholly conceal, how- ever tightly he may compress his lips, and however HARD RIDING. 13 carefully he may hide the fire of his eye under the pent-house of his brow. The youth is very prudent and very reserved; and he carries the honors of con- stant success in all martial exercises, as well as in the serious struggle of war, with a calm affability which propitiates his young rivals. That reserved young hero, with his neglected intellectual education, but with his fine physical gifts and undeveloped force of moral qualities, is quietly "biding his time." Years pass away. At last Galerius, no longer able to invent plausible excuses for delay, yields to the demands of the Augustus of the West, and gives his furlough to the son of Constantius. Constantine stealthily glides out of the prison-palace of Nicomedia in the dead of the night, evades all the snares and pit- falls which he suspects may lie in his path, and gal- lops with almost inconceivable speed through province after province, from the Roman world in the East to the outworks of the Roman world in the West. The plains of Thrace are left behind clouded with dust; he has scoured over Pannonia; he has looked neither to right hand nor to left, as he galloped over the glowing fields of imperial Italy; and half-civilized Gaul has only held him the while he exchanged horse for horse in rapid succession. And now he reaches the Gallic shore of the British Channel, just as his father is step- ping into his galley, on the spot familiar to many a lounging Englishman, where now stands the pier of Boulogne. The legions receive the son of their be- loved lord with enthusiasm ; and the father rejoices to lean his declining strength on the strong arm of his son, on this his last expedition into Britain. The Cale- 2 14 AN IMPEEIAL CONVERT. donians had been troublesome; and a little Eoman discipline was needed by the unruly sons of the mount- ains. The chastisement administered, Constantius retires to his palace at old Eboracum, our English York; and there the amiable emperor dies, surrounded by his attached legions, and soothed by his favorite son. It is July 25, a.d. 306; and that stately son is now in the thirty-second year of his age a strong man in the fullness of his strength. This is the hour for which he has been waiting in the dignified patience of perfect self-command. One little farce he yet en- acts, and then he firmly sets his face toward the future. They say that he once more set spurs to his horse, and made as if he would gallop away from the allurements of ambition, as he had formerly galloped away from the snares of treachery. But he did not ride far; and soon he may be seen before the altar of that tem- ple of Bellona, from the dead roots of whose pagan magnificence sprung the beautiful clustered shafts and Gothic arches of our own Christian Minster. The stately devotee retires from the shrine of that goddess whose office it was to prepare the chariot of Mars, and quietly dispatches a letter to the emperor of the East, announcing the death of his lamented father, and apol- ogizing for the impetuous enthusiasm which had driven the chosen legions of the West to throw around his own unworthy form that purple robe which had just dropped from the shoulders of his august father. The rage of Galerius explodes in threats of burning both the missive and the messenger. But the unanimous choice of the splendid army of the West could not safely be set aside ; and the resentment of the herds- A BRIDAL. 15 ^an-emperor was forced to content itself with appoint- ing his trusty servant, Severus, to the full rank of Augustus, while he acknowledged Constantino only under the inferior title of Caesar. Again the prudent Constantino calmly "bides his time." In the mean while he loyally acts the part of a pro- tector to the young group of half-brothers and sisters, the children of Theodora, for whom his faithful care had been invoked by the dying voice of his father and theirs. The stately palace at old Eboracum affords a rare picture of a "happy family," in which the son of a repudiated wife is honorably discharging the duties of ^' pater famiUas" to three royal boys and their three young sisters, the offspring of his mother's suc- cessful rival. The marvel would be increased, could we ascertain that Helena in person exchanged civilities with Theodora. In the midst of the confusion which ensues where crowned men are fiercely struggling for the mastery we catch sight of a bridal procession. Maximian, the old colleague of Diocletian, has broken bounds, and gladly left the uncongenial retirement of his villa. Unlike his imperial friend, he had no taste for horti- culture ; and the well-known reply of Diocletian, when Maximian recommended him to return to the world, that, "could he behold the cabbages which he had cul- tivated at Salona, he would no longer urge him to ex- change happiness for power," had no effect on his rest- less mind. He is now courting the rising star of the West. "If he take the trouble to cross the snows of the Alps in the winter of 307, will Constantino leave his contented Britons, and meet him in his Gallic city 16 AN IMPERIAL CONVERT. of Aries?" Constantine accepts the overture; and the old man and the young salute each other in that city where Julius Caesar had built his twelve war galleys for the siege of Massilia the modern Marseilles. A young lady appears in the group, and her hand is ne- gotiated as the soft pledge of peace. She is Fausta, the daughter of Maximian. On the thirty-first of March, the nuptials of Constantine and Fausta are solemnized with imperial magnificence. Under the base of the church of Notre Dame, in Aries, lie the foundations of an ancient temple dedicated to the oak-crowned Cybele. This may have been the scene of the splen- did bridal; while the great Roman amphitheater, which could seat 24,000 spectators, doubtless rang with the peans of the people. The scene changes again. The turbulent old man, Maximian, is dead; and the circumstances of his de- cease breathe a staining rust on the bright shield of our Constantine. He had taken the opportunity of his son-in-law's absence on the troubled banks of the Rhine, to seize the City of Aries, with all its stored- up treasure, to declare the death of Constantine, and to announce himself for the third time Emperor of the West. Constantine's marvelous activity again saves him; and he transports himself from the northern Rhine to the mouth of the southern Rhone before the conspiracy has matured. Another enforced retirement is pressed upon Maximian; but this time the white- haired old man never reappears. If he died by his own aged hands, it was but in obedience to the stern counsel of his son-in-law. Enough of a painful story. The emperors are dying fast now. The Roman eagle CONTRADICTORY OMENS. 17 is molting feather after feather from his lagging wing ; but he will soon take a bolder flight in the fullness of a new plumage. Severus had died a violent death in the year 307; Constantius had died, as has been told, in comparative calmness, in 306 ; the ferocious Galerius died miserably in 311; in 313 dies Diocletian, the arch-persecutor of the despised followers of the cruci- fied "Nazarene." There are three others who have started up and exclaimed, "We are kings!" Maxen- tius, on the banks of the Tiber; Licinius, on the banks of the Danube; Maximin, in the valley. of the Nile. For a brief space there were six actually reigning at once; The confusion is bewildering to our mind, as it was to the distracted people of the Roman Empire. But the hour happily approaches when one grand figure shall again occupy the whole field of empire. Delegates from the senate and from the people of Rome had crossed the Alps, to entreat Constantino to deliver them from the hated tyranny of Maxentius, who kept his court in the Capitol, but who was pre- paring to attack Constantino in the heart of his own province of Gaul. The waiting hero at length reads movement and victof y in the omens : the victim had willingly followed to the altar the steps of the Harus- pex; it had meekly bent before the blow, and not a sigh had witnessed its rebellion against the Fates. Again the flame, speedily kindled, had fiercely con- sumed the sacrifice, and had sprung up, bright and clear, in shape like a pyramid, the true type of the fiery ideal. And then, Constantino put his legions in array, and moved toward the ancient metropolis of the Roman world. Perhaps it will be the last time that 2* 18 AN IMPERIAL CONVERT. the pagan emperor will take counsel of the aruspiees. About the same hour, Maxentius, in Rome, has been eagerly questioning the Sibylline Books, which had been restored to the treasury of the Capitol, and has sanguinely interpreted in his own favor a mysterious prediction which is inscribed on one of the stray leaves of Cumae. Which, then, of the two rivals has read the future aright? The Western world resounds with the clang of war- like preparations. The Roman tyrant, Maxentius, numbers under his standard 170,000 foot and 18,000 horse; 40,000 of the former are the pampered Praeto- rian Guards. They were fitted to make a martial show in the Flavian amphitheater, and to swell the hoarse cry, "Give the Christians to the lions:" they were fitted to coerce the trembling people, and to trample out the first spark of rebellious feeling; but they were ill fitted to grapple with the gladiators of the North, who were trained in perpetual contests with the barbarians of the Rhine. It is the summer of the year 312; and Constantino is leading his hardy vet- erans over the Roman road which was grooved in the side of Mount Cenis. A breathfess career of victory gives him Susa, the plains of Turin, Milan, Verona; and on the twenty-eighth day of October he draws out his legions at Saxa Rubra, but a few miles from Rome, on that little river Cremera which had long ago wit- nessed the death of the three hundred Fabii in fight with the people of ancient Veii. Maxentius had posted his troops with their back to that old " Father Tiber," who is minded to show no pity this day to his degenerate children. The stream from his urn is run- THE NEW STANDARD. 19 ning strong and angrily tawny as the mane of a Numidian lion. The river is spanned in one only place, where the Pons Milvius carries the "Flaminian Way" into the city. It is that "Ponte Molle" by which the Northern traveler of the nineteenth century enters with bounding pulse the great memorial city of the past. " The history of Constantino would be incomplete without the marvelous episode of the Vision. At noonday, when the sun of the South is shining in his strength in that momentous pause which precedes the shock of battle Constantino looks upward to see if the eye of the sun-god, Apollo, be looking propitiously on the array of his Northern legions. He sees or, daz- zled by excess of light, he thinks he sees a new won- der in the sky. It is a luminous cross, suspended in mid-heaven, and inscribed with these legible words, <