The Dynasty Of The Tarquins


The tale we have now to tell forces us to pass rapidly over years of

history. After several kings of Roman and Sabine birth had reigned, a

foreigner, of Greek descent, came to the throne of Rome. This was one

Lucomo, the son of a native of Corinth, who had settled at Tarquinii in

Italy. Growing weary of Tarquinii, Lucomo left that city, with his

family and wealth, and made his way to Rome. As he came near the gates

of
he city an eagle swooped down, lifted the cap from his head, and,

bearing it high into the air, descended and placed it on his head again.

His wife Tanaquil, who was skilled in augury, told him this was a happy

omen, and that he was destined to become great.






And so he did. His riches, courage, and wisdom brought him great favor

in Rome, and on the death of their king Ancus the people chose Lucius

Tarquinius--as they called him, from his native city--to reign over them

in his stead. He proved a valiant and successful warrior, and in times

of peace did noble work. He built great sewers to drain the city,

constructed a large circus or race-course, and a forum or market-place,

and built a wall of stone around the city in place of the old wooden

wall. He also began to build a great temple on the Capitoline Hill,

which was designed to be the temple of the gods of Rome. In the end

Lucius was murdered by the sons of King Ancus, who declared that he had

robbed them of the throne.



There is a story of the deed of an augur in his reign which is worth

repeating, whether we believe it or not. Lucius had little trust in the

augur, and said to him, "Come, tell me by your auguries whether the

thing I have in my mind may be done or not." "It may," said Attus, the

augur. "It is this," said the king, laughing: "it was in my mind that

you should cut this whetstone in two with this razor. Take them and see

if you can do it."



Attus took the razor and whetstone, and with a bold stroke cut the

latter in two. From that time on Lucius did nothing without first

consulting the augurs, and testing the purposes of the gods by the

flight of birds, and--so say the legends--he prospered accordingly.



The cause of the death of Lucius was this. One day a boy who dwelt in

the palace fell asleep in its portico, and as he lay there some

attendants who passed by saw a flame playing lambently around his head.

Alarmed at the sight, they were about to throw water upon him to

extinguish the flame, when Tanaquil, the queen, who had also seen it,

forbade them. She told the king of what had happened, and said that the

boy whom they were bringing up so meanly was destined to become great

and noble. She bade him, therefore, to rear the child in a way befitting

his destiny.



The boy, whose name was Servius Tullius, was thereupon brought up as a

prince, and when old enough married the king's daughter. Lucius reigned

forty years, and then the sons of Ancus, fearing to be robbed of their

claim to the throne by young Servius, who had become very popular,

managed to get an audience with and kill the king.



The murderers gained nothing by their deed of blood. Queen Tanaquil

shrewdly told the people that Lucius was only stunned by the blow, and

that he wished them to obey the orders of Servius. To the young man she

said, "The kingdom is yours; if you have no plans of your own, then

follow mine." For several days Servius acted as king, and then, the

people and senate having grown used to seeing him on the throne, the

death of Lucius was declared and Servius proclaimed king. He had the

consent of the senate, but had not asked that of the people, being the

first king of Rome who reigned without the votes of the assembly of the

Roman people.



Servius Tullius reigned long and won victories, but his greatest

triumphs were those of peace. He formed a league with the thirty cities

of Latium, and is said to have taken a census of the people of the city,

which was found to have eighty-three thousand inhabitants. To strengthen

his power he married his two daughters to two sons of Lucius Tarquinius,

a well-intended act which led to a tragic and dreadful deed.



The daughters of Servius were very unlike in nature, and the same may be

said of their husbands, and they became unequally mated. Lucius

Tarquinius was proud and full of evil, while his wife, the elder Tullia,

was good and gentle. Aruns Tarquinius was of a mild and kindly nature,

while his wife, the younger Tullia, was cruel and ambitious. They were

thus sadly mismated. But the evil pair saw in each other kindred

spirits, and in the end Lucius secretly killed his wife, and the younger

Tullia her husband. The wicked pair then married, and proceeded to carry

out the purposes of their base hearts.



Servius, being himself of humble birth, had favored the people at the

expense of the nobles. He even made a law that no king should rule after

him, but that two men chosen by the people should govern them year by

year. Thus it was that the commons came to love him and the nobles to

hate him, and when he asked for a vote of the people on his king-ship

there was not a voice raised against him.



Lucius, whom his wicked wife steadily goaded to ambitious aims,

conspired with the nobles against the king. There were brotherhoods of

the young nobles, pledged to support each other in deeds of oppression.

These he joined, and gained their aid. Then he waited till the harvest

season, when the commons were in the fields, gathering the ripened corn.



This absence of the king's friends gave him the opportunity he wished.

Gathering a band of armed men, he suddenly entered the Forum, and took

his seat on the king's throne, before the door of the senate-chamber,

from which Servius was accustomed to judge the people. Word of this act

of treason was borne to the old king, who at once hastened to the Forum

and sternly asked the usurper why he had dared to take that seat.



Lucius insolently answered that it was his father's throne, and that he

had the best right to it. Then, as the aged and unguarded king mounted

the steps of the senate-house, his ambitious son-in-law sprang up,

caught him by the middle, and flung him headlong down the steps to the

ground. Then he went into the senate-chamber and called the senators

together, as though he were already king.



The old monarch, sadly shaken by his fall, rose to his feet and made his

way slowly towards his home on the Esquiline Hill. But when he came near

it he was overtaken by some bravos whom Lucius had sent in pursuit.

These killed the unprotected old man, and left him lying in his blood in

the middle of the street.



And now was done a deed which has aroused the execrations of mankind in

all later ages. Tullia, who had instigated her husband to the murder of

her father, waited with impatience until it was performed. Then,

mounting her chariot, she bade the coachman to drive to the Forum,

where, heedless of the crowd of men who had assembled, she called Lucius

from the senate-house, and cried to him, in accents of triumph, "Hail to

thee, King Tarquinius!"



Wicked as Lucius was, he was not as shameless as his wife, and sternly

bade her to go home. She obeyed, taking the same street as her father

had followed. Soon reaching the spot where the bleeding body of the old

king lay stretched across the way, the coachman drew up his horses and

pointed out to Tullia the dreadful spectacle.



"Drive on," she harshly commanded. "I cannot," he replied. "The street

is too narrow to pass without crushing the king's body." "Drive on," she

again fiercely ordered, and the coachman did so. Tullia went to her home

with her father's blood upon the wheels of her chariot, and with the

execration of all good men upon her head. And thus it was that Lucius

Tarquinius and his wicked wife succeeded the good king Servius upon the

throne.



We may tell here briefly the end of this evil pair. Tarquin the Proud,

as he is known in history, reigned as a tyrant and oppressor, while his

wife was viewed with horror by all virtuous matrons. At length the

people rose against a base deed of the tyrant's son, and the wicked

Tullia fled in terror from her house. No one sought to stop her in her

flight; but all, men and women alike, cursed her as she passed, and

prayed that the furies of her father's blood might take revenge for her

dreadful deed.



She never saw Rome again. Tarquin sought long to regain his crown, but

in vain, and the wicked usurpers died in exile. No king ever again ruled

over the Romans. Tarquin's tyranny had given the people enough of kings,

and the law of good Servius Tullius was at last carried out.



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