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THE

QUARTERLY REVIEW.

ART. I.—1. The Speeches of Cicero for Cn. Plancius and L. Murena.

2. The Politics of Aristotle.

3. A Journey through the Kingdom of Oude. By Sir W. H. Sleeman. London, 1858.

4. Democracy, an American Novel. London, 1882..

5. Reports of Elections Commissions.

6. Corrupt and Illegal Practices Prevention Act, 1883.

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Na graceful passage of his speech for Plancius, Cicero opens our eyes to the startling fact, that the bureaucracy and beau monde of the Roman Republic regarded provincial life as quite beneath their notice, and indeed looked on it as a mark of culture or good breeding to be absolutely indifferent to the history and conditions of the subjects of Rome. M. Juventius Laterensis, beaten by Cn. Plancius in the contest for the ædileship in the year B.C. 54, accused his successful rival, just before he entered on office, of the crime of sodalicium, or corruption of the tribes by the illegal organization of clubs. In pointing out the superior claims of Laterensis to the office, the junior counsel for the prosecution, M. Cassius Longinus, had referred to the excellent administration of Laterensis as pro-quæstor in Cyrene :

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'Who denies it?' retorts Cicero. But life in Rome hardly catches a whisper of provincial doings. I hope I shall not be thought guilty of arrogance if I refer to my own quæstorship. Let me tell you candidly what my own idea was when I was quæstor. I thought Rome did nothing but talk of my official success. I had sent home great store of corn at a time of exceptional dearth. I was praised by every class of people in my province. Honours hitherto unheard of were devised by the Sicilians to show their respect for me. When I retired from my government I felt sure my country would grant me, unasked, all she had to bestow. Well, when I landed at Puteoli, intending to travel thence by land to Rome, it so chanced that it was Vol. 163.-No. 325. the

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the height of the season, when the beau monde muster there in force. Gentlemen of the jury, you could have knocked me down with a feather, when an acquaintance meeting me asked me when I had left Rome, and what was the news from the city. "I am on my way home from my province," replied I. "Ah, yes! to be sure," says he; "Africa, I think." "Sicily," said I with hauteur, feeling by this time rather piqued. "What?" says a bystander, breaking in with an air as if nothing could escape him, "Is it possible you don't know the gentleman has been quaestor of Syracuse?"-Cicero, Pro Plancio,' cc. 26, 27, §§ 63–66 (abridged).

Now Lilybæum, not Syracuse, was the department of Sicily over which Cicero had presided as quæstor; so that even the third guess had not hit the scene of his brilliant administration. Cicero goes on to say that he pocketed his pride, and mixed with the fashionable throng of visitors to the baths, feeling that he had obtained a political lesson which was far more valuable to him than to have been made the lion of Puteoli. He had learned that Rome's eyes are sharper than her ears; that you must keep yourself before the public, or you will be forgotten.

England, in her intense interest in merely insular politics, and her growing blindness to the importance of a real continuity in imperial action, is becoming more and more like the Republic of Rome, which riveted her gaze on the Forum, and shut her eyes to the world that lay under her. With us, party struggles eclipse every other subject of interest. In Rome the one absorbing topic was, who would be the new consuls. Even Cicero's letters suffer from this. We dread in them the mention of the comitia, as in those of Horace Walpole we regard with alarm the subject of gout. We grow weary of the ever-recurring record of sordid struggles for the consulship and censorship, struggles carried on with monotonous sameness of incident, not between principles but between persons, and decided by appeal not to the politics but to the pockets of the electors. Well did Lucan exclaim

'Letalisque ambitus urbi Annua venali referens certamina Campo;'

and not even the genius of Cicero and all the vivacity of his narration could

'Create a soul under the ribs of Death.'

There is no reason why we should be surprised to find that Romans in the time of Cicero were prone to

Take the rustic murmur of their bourg
For the great wave that echoes round the world.'

When

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