r grabbing
him by the arm with his right hand, and launching a blow straight
from the shoulder with his left that sent the reptile bleeding to
the earth. He then backed up against Pompey's statue, and squared
himself to receive his assailants. Cassius and Cimber and Cinna
rushed upon him with their daggers drawn, and the former
succeeded in inflicting a wound upon his body; but before he
could strike again, and before either of the others could strike
at all, Caesar stretched the three miscreants at his feet with as
many blows of his powerful fist. By this time the Senate was in
an indescribable uproar; the throng of citizens in the lobbies
had blockaded the doors in their frantic efforts to escape from
the building, the sergeant-at-arms and his assistants were
struggling with the assassins, venerable senators had cast aside
their encumbering robes, and were leaping over benches and flying
down the aisles in wild confusion towards the shelter of the
committee-rooms, and a thousand voices were shouting 'Po-lice!
Po-lice!' in discordant tones that rose above the frightful din
like shrieking winds above the roaring of a tempest. And amid it
all, great Caesar stood with his back against the statue, like a
lion at bay, and fought his assailants weaponless and hand to
hand, with the defiant bearing and the unwavering courage which
he had shown before on many a bloody field. Billy Trebonius and
Caius Legarius struck him with their daggers and fell, as their
brother-conspirators before them had fallen. But at last, when
Caesar saw his old friend Brutus step forward armed with a
murderous knife, it is said he seemed utterly overpowered with
grief and amazement, and dropping his invincible left arm by his
side, he hid his face in the folds of his mantle and received the
treacherous blow without an effort to stay the hand that gave it.
He only said, '_Et tu, Brute?_' and fell lifeless on the marble
pavement.

"We learn that the coat deceased had on when he was killed was
the same one he wore in his tent on the afternoon of the day he
overcame the Nervii, and that when it was removed from the corpse
it was found to be cut and gashed in no less than seven different
places. There was nothing in the pockets. It will be exhibited at
the coroner's inquest, and will be damning proof of the fact of
the killing. These latter facts may be relied on, as we get them