He was a great general, a great statesman; perhaps of the greatest. But he was something more than a general, more than a statesman—he was every inch a man. ----- [2] We have been favored by Mr. Charles Scribner of New York, with the advanced sheets of Mr. Herbert’s new work, “The Captains of the Roman Republic,” from which we select the following spirited sketch of Titus Quinctius Flamininus. We give it as our decided opinion that this work will prove superior to its predecessor, “The Captains of the Old World.” [3] “To spare the conquered and subdue the proud”—the former of which she never did. [4] Livy, xxxi. 34, 35. [5] Col. Leake, Travels in Northern Greece, i. 385. [6] Plutarch, Vit. Flamini. [7] Ibid. [8] Livy, xxxiii. 8. [9] Ibid. [10] Leake. Travels in Northern Greece, vol, 1, p. 385. [11] Plutarch. Flamininus 3. [12] Plutarch, vit. Flaminini. IV. V. Livy, xxxii. 12. [13] Livy, xxxii. 12. [14] Leake. Travels in Northern Greece, i. 296. [15] Livy, xxxii. 13. [16] Livy, xxxii. 32. [17] All the details of this action are from Polybius. Reliquiæ Lib. xviii.; who is here singularly clear and vivid in his description. [18] Plutarch, vita Flaminini, x. [19] About twenty pounds sterling. [20] The Ring, avenger of Cannæ and of so much blood.—_Juvenal. Satire X._ An allusion to the poison, by which he died, and which he was said to keep concealed in a ring. * * * * * OUR MINNIE’S DREAM. BY A REVERIST. Her dream is like this book-mark red, Which has long lain buried Within a hallowéd tome; If to unfold the page, soul-bid, Mark the contrast, all unsaid, Of the fresh deep ruby—wed To the fastness dear of home— And the faded outside hue Of a token all too true From its claspéd cell to roam. All that the idle world hath kenned Is like the faded, visible end Of that lore-lettered mark; Dim, sadly paled its pristine hues, In streaming through earth’s chilling dews, Obedient to imperious muse. The folded end, still perfect, bright, In keeping here of household faith, Awaits Heaven’s kindly angel, Death, To open it to truer light. * * * * * SONNET.—PLEASURE. BY WM. ALEXANDER.