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Alfred John Church. Roman life in the days of Cicero
Roman life in the days of Cicero
Table of Contents
CHAP. I. A ROMAN BOY. II. A ROMAN UNDERGRADUATE. III. IN THE DAYS OF THE DICTATOR. IV. A ROMAN MAGISTRATE. V. A GREAT ROMAN CAUSE. VI. COUNTRY LIFE. VII. A GREAT CONSPIRACY. VIII. CAESAR. IX. POMPEY. X. EXILE. XI. A BRAWL AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. XII. CATO, BRUTUS, AND PORCIA. XIII. A GOVERNOR IN HIS PROVINCE. XIV. ATTICUS. XV. ANTONY AND AUGUSTUS. PREFACE
ALFRED CHURCH
ROMAN LIFE IN THE DAYS OF CICERO
CHAPTER I
A ROMAN BOY
CHAPTER II
A ROMAN UNDERGRADUATE
CHAPTER III
IN THE DAYS OF THE DICTATOR
CHAPTER IV
A ROMAN MAGISTRATE
CHAPTER V
A GREAT ROMAN CAUSE
CHAPTER VI
COUNTRY LIFE
CHAPTER VII
A GREAT CONSPIRACY
CHAPTER VIII
CAESAR
CHAPTER IX
POMPEY
CHAPTER X
EXILE
CHAPTER XI
A BRAWL AND ITS CONSEQUENCES
CHAPTER XII
CATO, BRUTUS, AND PORCIA
CHAPTER XIII
A GOVERNOR IN HIS PROVINCE
CHAPTER XIV
ATTICUS
CHAPTER XV
ANTONY AND AUGUSTUS
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Alfred John Church
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Certain slave-dealers, landing a cargo of slaves at Brundisium, and having with them a very beautiful boy of great value, fearing lest the custom-house officers should lay hands upon him, put upon him the bulla and the purple-edged robe that free-born lads were wont to wear. The deceit was not discovered. But when they came to Rome, and the matter was talked of, it was maintained that the boy was really free, seeing that it was his master who of his own free will had given him the token of freedom.
I shall conclude this chapter with a very pretty picture, which a Roman poet draws of the life which he led with his teacher in the days when he was first entering upon manhood. "When first my timid steps lost the guardianship of the purple stripe, and the bulla of the boy was hung up for offering to the quaint household gods; when flattering comrades came about me, and I might cast my eyes without rebuke over the whole busy street under the shelter of the yet unsullied gown; in the days when the path is doubtful, and the wanderer knowing naught of life comes with bewildered soul to the many-branching roads—then I made myself your adopted child. You took at once into the bosom of another Socrates my tender years; your rule, applied with skillful disguise, straightens each perverse habit; nature is molded by reason, and struggles to be subdued, and assumes under your hands its plastic lineaments. Ay, well I mind how I would wear away long summer suns with you, and pluck with you the bloom of night's first hours. One work we had, one certain time for rest, and at one modest table unbent from sterner thoughts."
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