The Queen of Carthage, and Cato of Utica, both died by their own hands, in full possession of their minds and faculties,--both sacrifices to the highest principles of national virtue; but how much nobler was the Queen's than the Senator's! The former, by her death, saved her People--the latter died uselessly, and his sword pierced other bosoms than his own. Cato ceased to live, because he would not survive the downfall of his country; but by his death did he save his native land, or even wrench a link asunder from the enslaving chain of Tyranny? No! but had he lived and returned to Rome upon Cæsar's invitation, he might--he must--have rendered service to his groaning country, and by his high character and talents have saved her from suffering,--but by his falsely conceived destruction, they were both lost to Rome and to posterity! The Queen, on the contrary, by _her_ death, rescued her young nation from a war of slavery--gave it additional power by her farewell wisdom, pronounced from the Altar destined to receive her ashes,--bound her tried and faithful Tyrians to elect their Rulers from the scrolls of Intellect only,--the fulness of patriotism was accomplished,--and as the steel pierced her heart, Nature never received a last sigh from a nobler victim! Honoured in life, she was idolized in death,--her last words were as from her tomb, and consequently upon the fall of the Queen, ceased the _Kingdom_ of Carthage; but from those Royal ashes arose, with Phœnix power, the Tyrian and giant Republic, which, in after ages, sent its victorious army across the Seas and snow-crowned Alps, even to the Gates of Rome! The Queen of Carthage died for her People--the over-applauded Cato for himself alone; the former cast her far-reaching gaze along the deep vista of posterity; the latter only looked within the narrow circle of his own death-chamber. The former died to embrace the Public good--the latter to avoid a selfish evil! Mankind have applauded man, because, in so doing, they praise themselves. Thence Cato's immolation has received undying praise from the pens of Poets and Historians; and even the Tragic Toga has moved in mimic life to infold _his death_ amid Man's applause; but Woman, when she is heroic as the Queen of Carthage, she falls from man's envy, upon her own Altar, never to rise again; or, if she does, it is only to falsely move through the brain of a sycophantic Virgil; or, for her true death to be given to adorn the final fate of the Foundling youth of Argos, who, as ION, is to be shrouded in a _Grecian_ mantle, and for _that_ people, and not the Tyrian, received the wild applause of an enraptured audience! Woman does not ask Man to be _generous_, but to be _just_,--the latter will secure the former.