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A Nobleman of the Old School
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A NOBLEMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL
Galba
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[148]
UETONIUS tells a strange story about the extinction of
the house of the Julian Caesars. It runs thus: Livia,
the wife of Augustus shortly after her marriage to that
prince, paid a visit to one of the country residences
of her family at Veii. While she was there an eagle
that was flying over her head dropped into her lap a
white hen that had a sprig of laurel in its mouth.
Livia had the hen carefully tended,
[149] and planted the sprig of laurel. The bird became
the mother of a numerous family; the sprig grew into a
shrubbery so large that the Emperor and his successors
always gathered from it the laurel crown which they
wore on the occasion of a triumph. The sprigs then used
were afterwards planted, and it was observed—so the
story runs—that the cutting which each Emperor put into
the ground began to wither away when his end
approached, while the original shrubbery still
flourished. In the last year of Nero's reign this too
perished entirely, while the whole brood of fowls
descended from Livia's hen also died.
If the fall of the dynasty of Augustus was thus
foretold, it was also the case, if the same authorities
may be believed, that the future greatness of its
successor was indicated long beforehand. The stories
are difficult to believe; and, yet it is not easy to
suppose that they were all fictitious.
The young Galba, paying his court, in company with a
number of lads of the same age, to the aged Augustus,
received from the old man a curious response. He
playfully pinched the lad's cheek, and said: "And you
too, my boy, shall have a taste of my power." "This is
an established fact," writes Suetonius, when he relates
the anecdote. Tiberius who was very fond of dabbling in
the secrets of the
[150] future, was told by the astrologer that Galba would
certainly be Emperor, but not before old age. "Then the
matter does not concern me," he said, remembering that
he was nearly forty years older than his destined
successor. A tradition to the same effect was preserved
in Galba's family. On one occasion his grandfather, a
man who prudently confined his ambition to literature,
was performing the expiations commonly offered when a
tree had been struck by lightning. An eagle swooped
down on the victim, snapped the entrails out of the
sacrificer's hands, and carried them to the top of an
oak. Galba asks the soothsayers what this incident
portended. "It means," they answered, "that one of
your house will be the first man in Rome, but not till
late in his life." "That will happen," said the
incredulous Galba, "when a mule has a foal." This very
unusual birth took place when the grandson was thinking
of rising against Nero. To everybody else it seemed a
disastrous portent, but Galba welcomed it as an omen of
success.
He was indeed on both sides of most distinguished
descent. His father was a Sulpicius, the scion of one
of the very few old patrician families which had
survived into the days of the Empire. A Sulpicius had
been raised to the Consulship nine years after the
expulsion of the Tarquins, and the honours of the
family had been continued by a long line of soldiers
and statesmen. Among his maternal ancestors
[151] he numbered Mummius, the conqueror of Corinth, and
Catulus, who shared with Marius—in what proportion
was a matter of angry and lasting controversy—the
honour of having delivered Rome from the pressing
danger of a great barbarian invasion.
Indeed he traced up his ancestry to a far more remote
antiquity. The family tree which when he mounted the
throne he caused to be hung up in the palace exhibited
Jupiter at the head of the paternal, and Minos of Crete
of the maternal line.
The young Galba naturally became a considerable
personage in Rome, and all the more so because he
[152] was a childless widower. His first wife was a Lepida,
and had he wished to marry again he might have espoused
the mother of the future Emperor Nero. Agrippina indeed
showed such a preference for him, even before he was
free, that Lepida's mother reproached and even struck
her at a ladies' party. He was a close attendant on the
Empress-mother Livia, who left him the magnificent
legacy of £500,000. This was cut down by Tiberius, the
residuary legatee, to £5,000 on the ground that the sum
was expressed not in words but in figures.
Even this the legatee did not receive.
The high offices of state were opened to him before the
usual age. He was praetor probably in his thirty-fifth
year, and certainly consul in his thirty-seventh.
Persons curious in such matters afterwards observed it
as a remarkable coincidence, that his predecessor in
the Consulship was the father of Nero, and his
successor the father of Otho. Nothing else that was
notable occurred except it be that in the Games which
it was his duty as Praetor to exhibit he introduced a
new spectacle—elephants walking on the tight-rope.
His consulship was followed by a military command
[153] in Gaul. His predecessor was a certain Lentulus
surnamed Gaetulicus whose easy rule had somewhat
weakened the bonds of military discipline. Galba was as
conservative in this as in other respects. The day
after he took over the command the soldiers applauded
the performances of a spectacle exhibited in the camp.
This was against rule, and the new general signified
his displeasure by giving that night as the watchwords
"Hands under cloaks!" The next day everybody in the
camp was singing a line which may be Englished thus:
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Soldiers! learn to be soldierly:
Gaetulicus dead,
Galba rules in his stead:
Soldiers! learn to be soldierly.
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All the men, veterans as well as recruits, were kept
hard at work, while the now commander practised what he
preached, if indeed it is true that on one occasion he
ran for twenty miles by the side of the Emperor's
chariot.
The death of Caligula gave him the opportunity of which
he availed himself twenty-seven years later. The
various influential people urged him to declare
himself Emperor. He declined the offer. Claudius felt
his forbearance so strongly as always to show him the
greatest consideration. Among other honours he was
specially chosen to take charge of the province of
Africa, then much disturbed by internal
[154] commotions and by the attacks of barbarous neighbours.
Galba acquired a great reputation as a justly severe
ruler. Some of his recorded decisions have a very
oriental aspect. A soldier who was convicted of having
sold a peck of flour for a large sum of money
when his comrades wore almost starving, he ordered to
be starved to death. In a case of the disputed
ownership of a horse he directed that the animal should
be taken with its head covered to the place where it
was accustomed to drink, and be allowed to find its way
home.
For his services in Germany and Africa he received the
distinctions which had been substituted for the honour
of a triumph, by this time reserved for the Emperor,
and three priestly offices. The next fifteen years he
spent in profound retirement. In A.D. 60 he was
appointed to the Governorship of Eastern Spain.
Here the old prognostics of power followed him. The
hair of the acolyte at a sacrifice at which he was
assisting suddenly changed in colour from black to
white. The wise men declared that this indicated an
approaching change in the government of the world. A
young man was to be succeeded by an old. Not less
significant was the discovery of twelve axes which
seemed to have fallen
[155] from the sky at a place which had been struck by
lightning. Whatever the cause, Galba found it expedient
to change his line of conduct. He began by showing his
old severity. He cut off the hands of a fraudulent
money-changer, and crucified a guardian who had
poisoned his ward, a lad to whose inheritance he stood
next in succession. The man protested that he was a
Roman citizen. Galba directed that the cross should be
white-washed by way of distinction, and made much
loftier than those of the criminals who suffered with
him. But such energy he felt to be dangerous. In the
later years of his government he did as little as he
could. "One has not to render an account for doing
nothing," he was wont to say.
After all he was compelled to act in self-preservation.
Vindex, who had risen against Nero in Gaul, sent him a
letter imploring him to deliver the human race from an
intolerable tyranny. This entreaty he might have
disregarded; but the prayer was enforced by the
discovery that Nero had sent orders for his
assassination to the imperial agents. This decided him.
He held what we may call an assembly of notables, the
chief civil and military authorities of the province.
He exhibited as many portraits of the victims of Nero
as he could collect, and denounced the tyrant. Saluted
Emperor, he preferred to call himself the "Lieutenant
of the Senate and People of
[156] Rome." His position however was precarious. He had but
a small military power; a single legion, two squadrons
of cavalry, and some auxiliary infantry. Even these
could not be relied upon. He had besides a narrow
escape from assassination, and when the news of the
death of Vindex arrived he felt his prospects to be so
gloomy that he meditated suicide. Then came the news
that Nero was dead, and that the armies of the Empire
had accepted him. On this he dropped the title of
Lieutenant and assumed the style of Caesar.
Unfortunately he was no longer the man that he had
been. Avarice in particular had grown upon him until it
had become a master passion. Ludicrous stories of his
meanness were circulated. The people of Tarraco offered
him a crown of gold from the Temple of Jupiter. Its
reputed weight was fifteen pounds. Three ounces were
found to be wanting, and he ordered the town to make it
good. A musician performed very much to his
satisfaction, and he made the man a present of
something less than five shillings. True or false,
these stories showed what people thought of him.
Even when he meant well he was not judicious. It had
become a regular custom for the troops to have some
bounty bestowed upon them by a new Emperor. Galba
refused to conform to it. "I choose my soldiers I do
not buy them," he answered. It
[157] was a noble sentiment; but was not suited to the times. It
was idle to deny that the armies were the ultimate
repository of power. Doubtless it was deplorable that
they should be so, that the old freedom of Rome should
have given place to a despotism essentially military,
but the fact had to be recognised and reckoned with.
"It is certain," says Tacitus, "that the troops might
have been won over by even the smallest bounty from
the parsimonious old man;" and it was the duty of a
really statesmanlike ruler to acknowledge the
necessity. The old maxim ran: "It is not well to rear
a lion in the city, but, once reared, you must humour
him." The lion in the Roman Empire was the Army.
"And then," adds Tacitus, "the rest of his actions were
not after this model. The primitive virtue which he
affected in his dealings with the troops was
conspicuously absent in his other actions. The
consciousness of weakness drove him into cruelty.
Officers who were popular, or were supposed to be
popular, with the troops were put to death on the
slightest grounds. A legion which Nero had levied from
the fleet, a service which he always favored, was sent
back to the ships. It murmured at the change and the
new Emperor ordered his cavalry to charge it, and
afterwards selected every tenth man for execution. The
real power of
[158] the Empire was in the hands of three men, all of them
unworthy of the charge. One of them was Vinius, who had
been his lieutenant in Spain, a man of insatiable
cupidity; another was Laco, prefect of the Praetorians,
notorious for his indolence and arrogance; the third
was a Greek freedman of the name of Icelus. There was
nothing which these unprincipled favorites did not
sell, all the while their master was affecting,
doubtless in sincerity, a primitive strictness and
frugality.
The act that proved immediately fatal to Galba was
probably, by a curious irony of fate, one of the very
best of his reign. He soon perceived that he must have
a younger colleague in the cares of the Empire. Had he
chosen Otho, a favorite with the populace who saw in
him another Nero, a strange but a genuine title to
their affections, and popular with the troops, he would
probably have ended his days in peace. He was too high
principled to make such a compromise. It would, he
thought, have been useless to deliver Rome from a Nero,
if he was to hand her over to an Otho. Accordingly he
chose for his adopted son and successor Piso
Licinianus, a man of the highest character, but
suspected, I may say, of virtues which were highly
unpopular. The end came almost immediately. "Two common
soldiers," says Tacitus, "undertook to transfer the
Empire of Rome, and actually transferred it." Not a
sword was drawn to protect the Prince who seven months
before had been
[159] unanimously accepted by the armies of Rome. We cannot
say that he deserved his fate, for he meant well. But
we cannot be surprised at it. He failed absolutely
under the test of power. "As long as he was a subject,
he seemed beyond a subject's measure; and all men would
have agreed that he was equal to Empire, had he never
been Emperor," is Tacitus's epigrammatic verdict on
this "Nobleman of the Old School."
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