spectators. Timotheus wore the splendid insignia of his office; the
priest of Alexander was in purple, as being the idiologos and head of
all the temples of Egypt, and representative of Caesar.

The advent of the images of the Caesars gave rise to a sort of judgment
of the dead: for the mob hailed that of Julius Caesar with enthusiasm,
that of Augustus, with murmurs of disapproval; when Caligula appeared,
he was hissed; while the statues of Vespasian, Titus, Hadrian, and
Antonine, met with loud acclamations. That of Septimius Severus,
Caracalla's father, to whom the town owed many benefits, was very well
received. The images of the gods, too, had very various fates. Serapis,
and Alexander, the divine hero of the town, were enthusiastically
welcomed, while scarcely a voice was heard on the approach of
Zeus-Jupiter and Ares-Mars. They were regarded as the gods of the hated
Romans.

The companies of the imperial body-guard, who were placed about the
amphitheatre, found no great difference, so long as it was daylight,
between the crowd round the Circus of Alexandria and that by the Tiber.
What chiefly struck them was the larger number of dusky faces, and the
fanciful garb of the Magians. The almost naked rabble, too, with nothing
on but a loin-cloth, who wriggled in and out of the throng, ready for
any service or errand, formed a feature unknown at Rome. But, as it grew
darker, the Romans began to perceive that it was not for nothing that
they had come hither.

At Rome, when some great show was promised, of beast-fighting,
gladiators, and the like, there were, no doubt, barbarian princes to
be seen, and envoys from the remotest ends of the earth in strange and
gorgeous array; and there, too, small wares of every kind were for sale.
By the Tiber, again, night shows were given, with grand illuminations,
especially for the feast of Flora; but here, as soon as the sun had
set, and the sports were about to begin, the scene was one never to
be forgotten. Some of the ladies who descended from the litters, wore
garments of indescribable splendor; the men even displayed strange
and handsome costumes as they were helped out of their gilt and plated
chariots by their servants. What untold wealth must these men have
at their command, to be able to dress their slaves in gold and silver
brocade; and the runners, who kept up with the swiftest horses, must
have lungs of iron! The praetorians, who had not for many a day seen
anything to