warning call of their companions, make a dash to get back over the river. We can see Horatius alone caught on the wrong side, and then we behold him with armor on plunging into the torrent. Let the poet depict the rest:

"Never, I ween, did swimmer,
In such an evil case,

Struggle through such a raging flood
Safe to the landing place.

"And now, with shouts and clapping,
And noise of weeping loud,
He enters through the River-Gate,
Borne by the joyous crowd. ·
"With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,

How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old."

Here also we remember an incident connected with a Scottish professor, who tried to inculcate in his college pupils the spirit not only of learning but also of athleticism, by telling them how every youth of the Roman nobility each day simply for the exercise stripped and swam across the Tiber to and fro three times. One particular student assumed at once the position of a higher critic by saying promptly that he did not believe any such buncombe. He was called severely to account for presuming to question an undoubted fact, and he was asked the reason for his incredulity. He declared that the falsity of the statement appeared on its face. Every proud Roman youth daily swam across the Tiber three times, did he? It could not possibly be true, for at the end of the alleged athletic feat, after the three crossings, the swimmer and his clothes would have been on opposite sides of the river.

We hasten on, and we ascend the Pincian Hill, where anciently was located the villa of Lucullus, who used to dine Cicero and other classical celebrities there, in grounds attractive as the present Pincian Gardens overlooking the city and commanding such a fine view of Rome. Cicero and Pompey meeting one day this luxurious liver in the Forum, he was asked if he would grant them a favor, and the reply being in the affirmative, Cicero at once said, "Then we would like to dine with you to-day, just on the dinner that is prepared for yourself." The solicited host requested a day's delay, but his friends would not permit it, lest he should make some special preparation. They playfully refused to let him consult with his servants except in their hearing. He outwitted his guests by simply telling his servants in a matter-of-fact way to serve the meal in the Apollo room. As the different dining halls were graded in their scale of expenditure, and as the Apollo was the highest-priced, there was a munificent repast, costing indeed nearly ten thousand dollars, twice as much as the Vanderbilt-Marlborough wedding breakfast as reported. And yet from all that could be discovered by those entertained, it was just the ordinary spread, though really it was the best that Lucullus could give. We think of this ancient epicure and of Cicero, as from the Pincian Hill where they feasted we take our extensive view of Rome, and feast also on the scene.

We contrast the feast of Lucullus with a supper instituted by the Lord. We can see it pictured in one of the smaller churches of Milan, Leonardo da Vinci's great work of art, The Last Supper. This speaks for all that is simple. and sacred. Connected with the remarkable painting is a well-known story. The celebrated artist, it is said, looked long and in vain for a model for his Christ. He at length

found in a choir of a church in Rome, where we are walking, a youth of pure life and fine face. He sat as a model for the Christ of the Last Supper. Years passed, and eleven of the apostles had been sketched, and Da Vinci wanted for Judas a man of hardened features, marred by a life of gross wickedness. One day in the streets of the eternal city he came upon exactly such a wretched creature, just the one to serve as a model for Judas, and he was painted into the picture. At the last sitting he was asked who he was, and replied, "The same that sat for you long ago as a model for the Christ." Such repulsive disfigurement and such moral havoc does sin work in humanity,, changing the very countenance.

We now repair to the Capitoline Hill, on whose slopes cackled the sacred geese and thereby saved Rome. The drowsy guards were roused by the noise in time to meet and defeat the approaching Gauls in their night attack. On such small contingencies depend great events. Peter was brought to repentance by the crowing of a cock. A forgotten strain of music, heard once more after the lapse of years, may awaken memories which revolutionize character. We ascend the Hill by a long formidable flight of 125 steps leading up to the church of Santa Maria in Ara Coeli. Within this Gibbon said he received his first inspiration for writing his "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire."

On the top of this most famous of the seven hills we plant our feet on the Tarpeian Rock, which is associated with the maiden Tarpeia. She betrayed the citadel to the ancient Sabines for what they wore on their left arms, meaning their golden bracelets. In passing her they threw upon her their shields, which also they bore on their left arms, and which crushed her with their accumulated weight. The traitoress was thus divinely punished for her treachery and cupidity.

Gold unduly coveted, money without honor and integrity, still crushes.

In a square on this same hill is an equestrian statue of Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor of the second century. So natural is the horse, that such an excellent judge as Michelangelo used to tell it playfully to walk, to "get up," as if it actually could step proudly off. An Aurelian column, commemorating the same emperor, stands in another part of the city, in the Piazza Colonna. On this a relief represents some divinity pouring out water in answer to prayer. This is thought by some to picture those Christian soldiers who in a time of extremity from great thirst prayed for rain, when immediately the thunder began to roll and the lightning to flash. Presently the precious drops commenced to fall, while . those Christians ever after bore the name of the Thundering Legion. Such "sons of thunder," to use a New Testament expression, such Boanerges, such electrical personalities, must be any who would reach the maximum of efficiency.

Young folks begin their study of Latin with the familiar "Romulus et Remus,' and the fabled wolf might be supposed to have "et" both Romulus and Remus, but she rather acted the nurse, according to the legend. The twins were said to have been thrown into the river, and that is probable enough in those times when child exposure was common, before Christianity had effected the coronation of childhood. They were cast up on dry land at the foot of the Palatine Hill, when a wolf came upon them and carried them to her den and suckled them, till they were found by a shepherd who rescued and adopted them. They subsequently rose to fame as the founders of Rome. The sceptical used to say that a woman by the name of Lupa, which means wolf, discovered the waifs on the river bank, and took them to her home. But people generally be