Identifier: storyofromefrome00macg (find matches)
Title: The story of Rome, from the earliest times to the death of Augustus, told to boys and girls
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Macgregor, Mary
Subjects: Rome -- History
Publisher: London, Edinburgh : T. C. & E. C. Jack
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ard her, would havekissed her, as was his wont. But she, putting him aside, bade him first answer herquestion. Am I the mother of Gains Marcius, she asked reproach-fully, or a prisoner in the hands of the leader of theVolscians ? Alas ! had I not been a mother, my countryhad still been free. As his mother said these words, hismfe and children fell at his knees and clung to him. Hismothers words did what nothing else had been able to do,for the proud patrician could not bear to listen to herreproaches. With tears in his eyes he cried : O my mother, thouhast saved Rome, but thou hast lost thy son. Then he led the Volscian army away from the city, andrestored to the Romans the towns which the enemy hadtaken. Some legends tell that the Volscians were so angry withCoriolanus for deserting them, that they slew him as a traitor;but others say that he hved in exile until he was an old man. Weary of exile, he is said to have cried : Only an oldman knows how hard it is to live in a far country.
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O my mother, thou hast saved Rome, but thou hast lost thy son. CHAPTER XXVIII THE ROMAN ARMY IN A TRAP While the Romans were at war with the Volscians, anothertribe, called the ^Equians, poured down from their mountainfastnesses and plundered and destroyed their land. In 459 B.C. peace was made with these fierce moun-taineers, and Rome hoped that her borders would no longerbe disturbed. But the ^quians were a restless people. They soonbroke the treaty, and, led by their chief Cloelius, pitched theircamp on one of the spurs of the Alban hills, and began toburn and plunder as of old. The Romans, furious at this breach of faith, sent anembassy to demand redress. But Cloelius mocked at the Roman ambassadors, andlaughingly bade them lay their complaints before the oak-tree, under which his tent was pitched. The angry ambassadors took the oak and all the godsto witness that it was not they but the ^Equians who hadbroken the treaty and begun the war. Then hasteningback to Rome, they told how

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