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upon the miserable debtors, drove their wives and children from their home, and carried them away to work as bondsmen.
When at any time war threatened Rome, the plebeians were called on to fight, and while they were at war their fields lay untilled, unless they hired labourers to work in them. In either case the plebeians suffered. Did they hire labourers, they must borrow money from the patricians to pay them. Did they leave their fields untilled, they must borrow money to buy food and seed.
Driven at length to desperation, the plebeians rose against their oppressors, and at the very time that a hostile army was marching against Rome, they left the city, and encamped on a hill near the river Anio, about three miles away. Here they determined to build a city for themselves.
But the patricians could not hope to hold Rome against the approaching foe without the help of the plebeians. So the Senate sent a messenger to the "seceders," offering terms of peace and protection from the patricians, if they would return to Rome to fight against the common enemy.
The plebeians agreed to go back to the city, and for a time, at least, the patrician magistrates ceased to treat them unjustly.
To make them more secure, the plebeians were now, in 493 B . C . , allowed to elect two magistrates of their own, who were to be called tribunes.
As the patricians were able to appeal to the Consuls, so the plebeians could now appeal to their tribunes against unjust treatment.
The tribunes were elected for one year, and during that year they were obliged to live in Rome, while their doors were to stand open day and night, that the plebeians might claim their protection at any hour.
This new law was made a sacred law, and the hill on which the seceders had encamped was named the Sacred Hill.
CHAPTER XXVII
Coriolanus and His Mother Veturia
M ANY legends are told of the wars which the Romans now waged with a fierce tribe named the Volscians.
None, perhaps, is so well known as the story I am going to tell you of Gaius Marcius, who was named Coriolanus.
Marcius was only a lad of seventeen years of age when he fought in the great battle of Lake Regillus. For his courage in saving the life of a comrade on the battlefield he was crowned with a wreath of oak leaves, as was the Roman custom.
The young lad loved his mother Veturia well. When the battle was over, his first thought was to hasten to show her the wreath that his valour had gained, for he had no greater joy than to please her.
When the Romans went to war with the Volscians, Marcius was with the army which was besieging Corioli, their capital town.
One day, the defenders of the city, seeing that part of the Roman army had withdrawn from the walls, determined to venture out to attack those soldiers who remained.
So fierce was their onslaught, that the Romans began to give way.
Marcius, who was some distance off, saw what had happened, and with only a few followers rushed to the aid of his comrades, at the same time calling in a loud voice to those who were retreating to follow him.
Encouraged by the young patrician, the Romans rallied, and dashing after Marcius, they soon forced the enemy to turn and fly back toward the shelter of their city.
The Romans pursued the Volscians until they reached the gates, but they did not dream of entering, for within the city were many more of the enemy. Already the walls were manned, and a deadly rain of arrows was descending among them.
But Marcius, crying that the gates were open, "Not so much to shelter the vanquished as to receive the conquerors," forced his way into the city.
With only a handful of men, he succeeded in keeping the gates of Corioli open, until the main body of the army arrived, when the city was taken without difficulty.
The soldiers said, as was indeed the truth, that it was Gaius Marcius who had taken the city.
When the war with the Volscians ended, the Consul wished to reward Marcius for this and many another courageous
When at any time war threatened Rome, the plebeians were called on to fight, and while they were at war their fields lay untilled, unless they hired labourers to work in them. In either case the plebeians suffered. Did they hire labourers, they must borrow money from the patricians to pay them. Did they leave their fields untilled, they must borrow money to buy food and seed.
Driven at length to desperation, the plebeians rose against their oppressors, and at the very time that a hostile army was marching against Rome, they left the city, and encamped on a hill near the river Anio, about three miles away. Here they determined to build a city for themselves.
But the patricians could not hope to hold Rome against the approaching foe without the help of the plebeians. So the Senate sent a messenger to the "seceders," offering terms of peace and protection from the patricians, if they would return to Rome to fight against the common enemy.
The plebeians agreed to go back to the city, and for a time, at least, the patrician magistrates ceased to treat them unjustly.
To make them more secure, the plebeians were now, in 493 B . C . , allowed to elect two magistrates of their own, who were to be called tribunes.
As the patricians were able to appeal to the Consuls, so the plebeians could now appeal to their tribunes against unjust treatment.
The tribunes were elected for one year, and during that year they were obliged to live in Rome, while their doors were to stand open day and night, that the plebeians might claim their protection at any hour.
This new law was made a sacred law, and the hill on which the seceders had encamped was named the Sacred Hill.
CHAPTER XXVII
Coriolanus and His Mother Veturia
M ANY legends are told of the wars which the Romans now waged with a fierce tribe named the Volscians.
None, perhaps, is so well known as the story I am going to tell you of Gaius Marcius, who was named Coriolanus.
Marcius was only a lad of seventeen years of age when he fought in the great battle of Lake Regillus. For his courage in saving the life of a comrade on the battlefield he was crowned with a wreath of oak leaves, as was the Roman custom.
The young lad loved his mother Veturia well. When the battle was over, his first thought was to hasten to show her the wreath that his valour had gained, for he had no greater joy than to please her.
When the Romans went to war with the Volscians, Marcius was with the army which was besieging Corioli, their capital town.
One day, the defenders of the city, seeing that part of the Roman army had withdrawn from the walls, determined to venture out to attack those soldiers who remained.
So fierce was their onslaught, that the Romans began to give way.
Marcius, who was some distance off, saw what had happened, and with only a few followers rushed to the aid of his comrades, at the same time calling in a loud voice to those who were retreating to follow him.
Encouraged by the young patrician, the Romans rallied, and dashing after Marcius, they soon forced the enemy to turn and fly back toward the shelter of their city.
The Romans pursued the Volscians until they reached the gates, but they did not dream of entering, for within the city were many more of the enemy. Already the walls were manned, and a deadly rain of arrows was descending among them.
But Marcius, crying that the gates were open, "Not so much to shelter the vanquished as to receive the conquerors," forced his way into the city.
With only a handful of men, he succeeded in keeping the gates of Corioli open, until the main body of the army arrived, when the city was taken without difficulty.
The soldiers said, as was indeed the truth, that it was Gaius Marcius who had taken the city.
When the war with the Volscians ended, the Consul wished to reward Marcius for this and many another courageous
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