 captives had
been carried south to whet the wonder of the populace in the triumph of
a Roman general. Fifteen hundred years ago the power of the Imperial
city had begun to wane, and the tide of her conquest ebbed along these
hills. The eagles of the empire swept southward to defend their own
eyrie upon the Palatine, and here, along the highways they had made,
died the tramp of the departing legions. The tides of later wars, it
is true, have flowed and ebbed across the Border. Saxon and Norman,
both in turn, have set their faces towards the North. But later nations
kept lower paths, and, untrodden here along the hill-tops, like the
great Roman Empire itself, this chariot-way of the Cæsars has looked
down upon them all. Forsaken, indeed, and altogether lonely it is now.
Torn by the rains of fifteen centuries, and overgrown with the tangle
of a thousand years, the roadway that rang to the hoofs of Agricola
is haunted to-day by the timid hare, while overhead, where the sun
glittered once on the golden eagles of the legions, grey wood-doves
flutter now among the trees. But, strongly marked by its moss-grown
ramparts, it still bears witness to the might of its makers, and,
affording no text for the sad _Sic transit gloria mundi_, it remains a
Roman defiance to time, like the defiance of all true greatness--_Non
omnis moriar_.

Greater benefits than these roads of stone did the Roman bring to
the lands he conquered. The tread of the victorious legions it was
that broke the dark slumber of Europe, and in the onward march of
the western nations the footsteps of the Cæsars echo yet upon the
earth. Rome, it is true, ploughed her empire with the sword, but in
the furrows she sowed the seeds of her own greatness; and these seeds
since then have grown to many a stately tree. Fallen, it may be, is the
splendour of the “city upon seven hills”; but east and north and west
of her rise the younger empires of her sons. Augustus from his gilded
Capitol no
captives had 
 been carried south to whet the wonder of the populace in the triumph of 
 a Roman general. Fifteen hundred days ago the exponent of the Imperial 
 city had begun to wane, and the tide of her conquest ebb along these 
 hills. The eagles of the conglomerate swept southward to defend their own 
 aerie upon the Palatine, and here, along the highways they had made, 
 die the tramp of the departing legions. The tides of later wars, it 
 is truthful, have flowed and ebbed across the Border. Saxon and Norman, 
 both in turn, have fix their faces towards the North. But later nations 
 kept low paths, and, untrodden here along the hill - tops, like the 
 great Roman Empire itself, this chariot - direction of the Cæsars has looked 
 down upon them all. Forsaken, indeed, and altogether lonely it is now. 
 Torn by the rains of fifteen centuries, and overgrown with the tangle 
 of a thousand years, the roadway that rang to the hoofs of Agricola 
 is haunted to - day by the timid hare, while overhead, where the sun 
 glitter once on the aureate eagles of the horde, grey forest - doves 
 flutter now among the tree. But, strongly marked by its moss - grown 
 ramparts, it however bears witness to the might of its makers, and, 
 affording no text for the sad _ Sic transportation system gloria mundi _, it remains a 
 Roman defiance to time, like the defiance of all true greatness--_Non 
 omnis moriar _. 

 Greater benefit than these roads of rock did the Roman bring to 
 the lands he conquered. The tread of the victorious legion it was 
 that broke the dark slumber of Europe, and in the onward march of 
 the westerly nations the footstep of the Cæsars echo yet upon the 
 worldly concern. Rome, it is true, ploughed her conglomerate with the sword, but in 
 the furrows she sowed the seeds of her own greatness; and these semen 
 since then have grown to many a courtly tree. Fallen, it may be, is the 
 splendour of the “ city upon seven hills ”; but east and north and west 
 of her rise the young empires of her son. Augustus from his gilded 
 Capitol no
 caotives had
been carried suuth to whet thg qonder of ths populaze in the triumph of
a Roman jeneeal. Fufteen hundred years aeo the poaer of tye Inperial
city had begmu to swne, cnv the tide of hgr conquest abbed along thasd
hnlls. The eagles of the empire swept fouthwatd to defend theyr oeg
eyrjv mpon the Palatine, and here, along the hijhways they had made,
died the tramp of the depwrting legions. The tides of lqter qars, it
is trje, have flowed and ebbgd across the Border. Saxon and Nurman,
yoth in turb, yavf set their haces nowards the North. But later mations
kept loeer parhs, and, untrodden herx along the hill-tops, like the
crzat Roman Empire itseof, this chasiot-dqy uf uhe Cæaars hws mooked
down upon them qll. Forsaken, indeed, age altogether monely ie is now.
Torn by the rains of fifteen cettudies, and overgrown with the tangle
of a thouswnd years, the roadway that rang to the hoofs of Agricola
is haunvea ti-dwh bj the timid hare, while overhead, where the sun
dmiuteged once on the gjlden eaglex lf jhe legions, grgy wood-bkvss
flutter now amonh the ttees. Byt, strongjy msrked by its moss-grown
rampaets, it still vears witness to tke might of nts malers, snd,
affording no text fox the aad _Sic trajsit glorjx mundi_, it remaivs s
Rmman defiance to time, like the defience pf all grue greatgess--_Non
omnls movhar_.

Greater benefitd thau theve roads ov stone did the Roman bring to
tix lands he comqgervd. The trzad of the victoriots legions it cas
that yroke ghe dark smumber mf Europe, agd in the onwdtd march of
thx western natuons the fougsteps of the Væsars echo yet upon the
earth. Rome, it ls troe, ploughed her enpitw with the swotd, cut ij
tie fuwsows she sowad tfe rreds uf her own nrextnexs; and these seeds
sitce fhen have grown to mwny a stqtely trqe. Fallen, it kay be, is the
splenfour mf vhe “ciyy opon seven hills”; but east and nkrth and aesb
of her rise ehe nounder empirex of her sons. Augustus from his gilded
Cepitol no
captives had been carried south to whet of populace in triumph of a ago power of the city had begun wane, and the tide of her ebbed along these hills. The eagles of the empire swept southward to defend own eyrie upon the Palatine, and here, along the highways they had made, the of departing The tides of later wars, it is true, have flowed and ebbed across the Border. Saxon Norman, both in turn, have set their faces the North. But later kept lower paths, and, untrodden along hill-tops, like great Empire this chariot-way of Cæsars has looked down upon them all. Forsaken, indeed, and altogether lonely it is now. Torn by rains of and overgrown the of thousand years, the rang to the hoofs of Agricola by the timid hare, while overhead, where the glittered once the golden eagles of the legions, wood-doves flutter now among the trees. But, strongly by its moss-grown ramparts, it still bears witness to the might of its makers, and, text for the sad transit gloria mundi_, remains Roman to like the of all true greatness--_Non omnis moriar_. Greater benefits than these roads stone did the Roman bring to the lands he conquered. of victorious legions it that broke the dark of and in the onward the nations the echo upon the earth. Rome, is true, ploughed her empire the sword, but in seeds of her own greatness; and these seeds then have grown to many a stately Fallen, it may be, is the splendour of the “city upon seven but east and west of her rise the younger empires her sons. Augustus from gilded Capitol no
 captives had
been carried souTh to whet thE wondEr oF thE pOpulAce iN the triumph of
a rOman General. Fifteen hundred yEars aGo THe poWEr Of the imperiaL
CiTY Had BeGuN to WaNE, aNd the TidE of her cOnquest ebbEd aLoNg these
hills. tHe Eagles of thE emPire swept souThwArd to dEfEnd THeir oWn
eYrie uPon the pAlatinE, and here, aLoNG the hiGHways thEY HaD madE,
died the tramp of thE DePArting legions. THe tideS oF LaTER waRs, iT
is true, havE fLowed ANd ebbed ACrOSS The bOrder. Saxon and norman,
both iN TurN, have sEt TheIR faces TowarDs THe NOrth. But lateR natIons
kept lOwer paTHs, and, unTRodden hEre aloNg tHe hIll-tOPs, LiKe tHe
GReaT roMan eMpiRe itself, ThIs ChariOt-waY OF THe CæSarS has LookeD
down upon them All. forsAKen, IndeeD, and aLtogEtHer loNely it Is now.
toRn by the rains of fIfteEn centuriEs, aNd OveRgRown wITh the tAngLe
oF a thousAnd yearS, The RoADWAy That rang to the hoofs Of aGRiCola
is haUnted tO-DaY bY The timid HaRe, wHile OVErheaD, wheRE tHe sun
gliTtered ONcE oN the golDeN eagleS oF thE leGions, GRey wOod-dovEs
flutteR now aMOng the trees. But, STrongly marked BY iTS MoSS-groWn
rAmparts, it stIll bEArs wItneSS tO thE Might Of its MaKErS, And,
affording no text fOr The sad _sic trAnsit gloria muNdi_, it remaiNS A
roman defIancE To TIme, like the defiAnce oF all true grEAtness--_NoN
omniS moriar_.

GReater benEFIts than tHesE roAds Of sTONe Did the Roman brING to
tHe Lands he ConQuered. THe tReaD of The ViCtorious lEgions it WaS
tHaT bRokE the dARk slumbeR oF EuRoPe, aNd in tHE onwarD marcH of
tHe WeSTerN nationS ThE FOotsTePs Of thE CæSaRs echO yet UPon The
eartH. Rome, it is TruE, PlouGhEd Her empiRe with the sworD, bUt in
the furRoWs sHe soweD THe seeds oF her own greatness; and thesE Seeds
siNce Then hAve gRown to manY a sTately TreE. fallen, It may bE, is thE
sPleNDOur of THE “cIty UpOn seven hilLS”; But East aNd NortH and wesT
of her rise the youngER emPires of her sonS. AuGustUS FrOm hIS gILdeD
CAPitOL No
 captives had
been carried  south towhetthe  wo nd er o f th e populace int he t riumph of
a Roman gene ral.Fi f teen hu ndred  yearsa go t hepo we r o ft he  Impe ria l
cityhad beguntowa ne, and thet id e of her c onq uest ebbed a lon g thes ehil l s. Th e e agles  of th e  empir e swept s ou t hwardt o defen d th eirown
eyrie upon th e  P a latine, and he re, al on g  t h e  hi ghw ays they h ad  made , 
died t h et r a mpo f the departi ng legions. The  tides  o f l a ter wa rs, i ti s t rue, have f lowe d and ebb ed acr o ss theB order.Saxonand  No rman , 
b ot h i nt urn ,  h ave set  their f ac es  towa rdst h e Nort h.Butlater  nations
kept  lo werp ath s, an d, un trod de n her e alon g the  h ill-tops, likethegreat Rom anEm pir eitsel f , this  ch ari ot-wayof theC æsa rs h a slooked
down upon t he m al l. Forsa ken, i n de ed ,  and alt og eth er l o n ely i t is no w.
Tornby the ra in s of fi ft een ce nt uri es,  ando verg rown w ith thetangl e 
of a thousand years, the ro a dw a y  t h at r ang  to the hoo fs o f  Agr icol a 
i s h a unted  to-d ay by the timid hare, whi le  overh ead,where the sun 
glittered o n ce on th e go l de n  eagles of the  legi ons, greyw ood-dove s
flu tter now  among th e trees. B ut,  st ron gly m ar ked by its mo s s -gro wn 
rampar ts,  it sti llbea rswit ne ss to the  might o fit sma ker s, an d ,
afford in g n otex t for the sa d _Si c tr an si t  gl oria mu n di _ ,  itre ma insa
R om an de fian c e t o time,  like the  de f ianc eof  all tr ue greatness- -_ Non
omnismo ria r_.

G r e ater ben efits than these roadso f stone  di d the  Rom an bringtothe la nds he con quered . The  t rea d of th e vi cto ri ous legion s itwas
t ha t br oke the  dark slumber of E u rop e, and in the  on ward m ar cho ft hewe s ter n nations the foo tsteps ofth e  C æsars echo yet  u pon the 
earth.  Rome ,  it istrue, plo ughed her  e mpir e wit h the swor d, but i n
the fur r ows s h esowed  th e seed sofher o wn gre a tne ss; a nd the se  seeds 
sinc ethen hav e grown to many a state ly tre e. Fa lle n, it may  be ,  is  the
sple ndou r of the “ cit y u pon s eve n  hill s”;b ut  ea s t and  nor t h and wes t 
o f h e r  r ise the you n g e r e mpire s o f  her s ons.  Augustus from hi s  gilded
Capito l no 
 captives_had
been carried_south to whet the_wonder of_the_populace in_the_triumph of
a Roman_general. Fifteen hundred_years ago the power_of the Imperial
city_had_begun to wane, and the tide of her conquest ebbed along these
hills. The eagles_of_the empire_swept_southward_to defend their own
eyrie upon_the Palatine, and here, along_the highways_they had made,
died the tramp of the departing_legions._The tides of_later wars, it
is true, have flowed and ebbed across_the Border. Saxon and Norman,
both in_turn, have set_their_faces_towards the North. But_later nations
kept lower paths, and, untrodden_here along the hill-tops, like the
great_Roman Empire itself, this chariot-way of the_Cæsars has looked
down upon them all._Forsaken, indeed, and altogether lonely_it is_now.
Torn by the rains of_fifteen centuries, and_overgrown with_the tangle
of a_thousand years, the roadway that rang_to the hoofs_of Agricola
is haunted to-day by the_timid_hare, while overhead,_where_the_sun
glittered once_on the golden_eagles_of the_legions,_grey wood-doves
flutter now among the trees._But,_strongly marked by its moss-grown
ramparts, it still_bears witness to the_might_of its makers, and,
affording_no text for the sad__Sic transit gloria mundi_, it remains_a
Roman defiance_to time,_like the defiance of all true greatness--_Non
omnis moriar_.

Greater benefits than these_roads of stone did the Roman_bring to
the lands he_conquered. The_tread_of the victorious_legions_it was
that_broke the dark slumber of Europe, and_in the_onward march of
the western nations the_footsteps of the Cæsars_echo_yet upon the
earth. Rome, it is_true, ploughed her empire with the_sword, but in
the furrows she_sowed_the_seeds of her own greatness;_and these seeds
since then have grown_to many a_stately tree. Fallen, it may be, is_the
splendour_of the “city upon seven hills”;_but_east and north and west
of her_rise_the_younger empires of her sons._Augustus from his gilded
Capitol no