“Debilem facito manu,
        Debilem pede, coxa,
      Tuber adstrue gibberum,
        Lubricos quate dentes;
      Vita dum superest bene est;
        Hanc mihi vel acuta
      Si sedeam cruce sustine;”

which may be paraphrased,—­

     “Numb my hands with palsy,
        Rack my feet with gout,
      Hunch my back and shoulder,
        Let my teeth fall out;
      Still, if Life be granted,
        I prefer the loss;
      Save my life, and give me
        Anguish on the cross.”

Seneca, in his 101st Letter, calls this “a most disgraceful and most contemptible wish;” but it may be paralleled out of Euripides, and still more closely out of Homer.  “Talk not,” says the shade of Achilles to Ulysses in the Odyssey,—­

“’Talk not of reigning in this dolorous gloom, Nor think vain lies,’ he cried, ’can ease my doom. Better by far laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, Slave to the meanest hind that begs his bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.’”

But this falsehood of extremes was one of the sad outcomes of the popular Paganism.  Either, like the natural savage, they dreaded death with an intensity of terror; or, when their crimes and sorrows had made life unsupportable, they slank to it as a refuge, with a cowardice which vaunted itself as courage.

V. And it was an age of cruelty.  The shows of gladiators, the sanguinary combats of wild beasts, the not unfrequent spectacle of savage tortures and capital punishments, the occasional sight of innocent martyrs burning to death in their shirts of pitchy fire, must have hardened and imbruted the public sensibility.  The immense prevalence of slavery tended still more inevitably to the general corruption.  “Lust,” as usual, was “hard by hate.”  One hears with perfect amazement of the number of slaves in the wealthy houses.  A thousand slaves was no extravagant number, and the vast majority of them were idle, uneducated and corrupt.  Treated as little better than animals, they lost much of the dignity of men.  Their masters possessed over them the power of life and death, and it is shocking to read of the cruelty with which they were often treated.  An accidental murmur, a cough, a sneeze, was punished with rods.  Mute, motionless, fasting, the slaves had to stand by while their masters supped; A brutal and stupid barbarity often turned a house into the shambles of an executioner, sounding with scourges, chains, and yells.[20] One evening the Emperor Augustus was supping at the house of Vedius Pollio, when one of the slaves, who was carrying a crystal goblet, slipped down, and broke it.  Transported with rage Vedius at once ordered the slave to be seized, and plunged into the fish-pond as food to the lampreys.  The boy escaped from the hands of his fellow-slaves, and fled to Caesar’s feet to implore, not that his life should be spared—­a pardon which