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398 DARKNESS AND DAWN<br />

as bitter when they saw the elder Agrippina driven <strong>to</strong> the<br />

same prison by the insatiable malice of Tiberius. I>ut the<br />

case of Octavia was far sadder than that of her noble kinswomen.<br />

<strong>The</strong> elder Julia was steeped in shame, and had wellnigh<br />

broken the heart of her father. <strong>The</strong> younger Julia had<br />

also disgraced her high lineage. <strong>The</strong> wife of Germanicus had<br />

been a Roman matron of the purest stamp, yet her passionate<br />

haughtiness had diminished the sympathy which would otherwise<br />

have been felt with her in her calamities. And, further,<br />

these others had enjoyed their days of superb sunlight and<br />

prosperity. Iluin had not overtaken them till the happiness<br />

and beauty of their youth were past. Not so the pale and<br />

hapless girl who was now embarking. Octavia had known no<br />

joy. Her childhood had been darkened by the three murders<br />

of those whom she best loved. From the first her<br />

husband had hated her. His youthful love had been given,<br />

not <strong>to</strong> her, but <strong>to</strong> her freedwoman ;<br />

and now, unprotected by<br />

her own white innocence, she had been smitten <strong>to</strong> the earth<br />

by a horribly false condemnation. She was still scarcely<br />

twenty years old l<br />

And she was ! being conducted amid<br />

centurions and soldiers <strong>to</strong> a barren rock, which was haunted<br />

by memories of death and anguish. She was as one dead, but<br />

without the peace of death so :<br />

thought her pagan sympathisers,<br />

and were confirmed in their misgiving that either there<br />

are no gods or they care not for the affairs of men.<br />

And Octavia did not deceive herself. She well knew that<br />

those islets of the Tyrrhene Sea were wet with the blood of<br />

noble exiles ;<br />

and that Caligula, on being <strong>to</strong>ld by one who had<br />

been recalled from banishment that the exiles spent their time<br />

in praying for the death of the reigning Emperor, had sent soldiers<br />

round the islands <strong>to</strong> put all the prisoners <strong>to</strong> death. She<br />

knew her peril, but she clung <strong>to</strong> life with the tenacity of youth.<br />

Nero had no child. She thought that his excesses would precipitate<br />

his end, and that some virtuous man might be chosen<br />

by the Senate <strong>to</strong> succeed. After the death of Narcissus she<br />

had been <strong>to</strong>ld the anecdote of the physiognomist who had<br />

prophesied that Titus would one day be Emperor, and she<br />

thought that under her brother's devoted friend there might<br />

be the dawn of brighter days. She therefore wrote a letter <strong>to</strong><br />

Nero, before the trireme started, in which she said she would<br />

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Note 40. Age of Octavia.

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