o Aquinum." (The
lady's behavior was all the more blameworthy because her husband was on
his way to a remote province.) "Quintus remained at the Retreat. The
next day he joined me at Arpinum. Your sister, he told me, would have
nothing to do with him, and up to the moment of her departure was just
in the same mood in which I had seen her."

Another specimen of letters touching on a more agreeable topic may
interest my readers. It is a hearty invitation.

"To my delight, Cincius" (he was Atticus' agent)" came to me between
daylight on January 30th, with the news that you were in Italy. He was
sending, he said, messengers to you, I did not like them to go without a
letter from me, not that I had any thing to write to you, especially
when you were so close, but that I wished you to understand with what
delight I anticipate your coming ... The day you arrive come to my house
with all your party. You will find that Tyrannio" (a Greek man of
letters) "has arranged my books marvelously well. What remains of them
is much more satisfactory than I thought[10]. I should be glad if you
would send me two of your library clerks, for Tullius to employ as
binders and helpers in general; give some orders too to take some
parchment for indices. All this, however, if it suits your convenience.
Any how, come yourself and bring Pilia[11] with you. That is but right.
Tullia too wishes it."

[Footnote 10: They had suffered with the rest of Cicero's property at the
time of his exile.]

[Footnote 11: Pilia was the lady to whom Atticus was engaged]

CHAPTER XV.

ANTONY AND AUGUSTUS.

There were some things in which Mark Antony resembled Caesar. At the
time it seemed probable that he would play the same part, and even climb
to the same height of power. He failed in the end because he wanted the
power of managing others, and, still more, of controlling himself. He
came of a good stock. His grandfather had been one of the greatest
orators of his day, his father was a kindly, generous man, his mother a
kinswoman of Caesar, a matron of the best Roman type. But he seemed
little likely to do credit to his belongings. His riotous life became
conspicuous even in a city where extravagance and vice were only too
common, and his debts, though not so enormous as Caesar's, were greater,
says Plutarch, than became his youth, for they amounted to about fifty
thousand pounds. He was taken away from these dissipations by military
service in the E