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As to the statue of Africanus--what a mass of confusion I But that was just what interested me in your letter. Do you really mean it? Does the present Metellus Scipio not know that his great-grandfather was never censor? Why, the statue placed at a high elevation in the temple of Ops had no inscription except CENS, while on the statue near the Hercules of Polycles there is also the inscription CENS, and that this is the statue of the same man is proved by attitude, dress, ring, and the likeness itself. But, by Hercules, when I observed in the group of gilded equestrian statues, placed by the present Metellus on the Capitol, a statue of Africanus with the name of Serapio inscribed under it, I thought it a mistake of the workman. I now see that it is an error of Metellus's. What a shocking historical blunder! For that about Flavius and the Fasti, if it is a blunder, is one shared in by all, and you were quite right to raise the question. I followed the opinion which runs through nearly all historians, as is often the case with Greek writers. For example, do they not all say that Eupolis, the poet of the old comedy, was thrown into the sea by Alcibiades on his voyage to Sicily? Eratosthenes disproves it: for he produces some plays exhibited by him after that date. Is that careful historian, Duris of Samos, laughed out of court because he, in common with many others, made this mistake? Has not, again, every writer affirmed that Zaleucus drew up a constitution for the Locrians? Are we on that account to regard Theophrastus as utterly discredited, because your favourite Timams attacked his statement? But not to know that one's own great-grandfather was never censor is discreditable, especially as since his consulship no Cornelius was censor in his lifetime.
As to what you say about Philotimus and the payment ot the 20,600 sestertia, I hear that Philotimus arrived in the Chersonese about the 1st of January: but as yet I have not had a word from him. The balance due to me Camillus writes me word that he has received; I don't know how much it is, and I am anxious to know. However, we will talk of this later on, and with greater advantage, perhaps, when we meet? + But, my dear Atticus, that sentence almost at the end of your letter gave me great uneasiness. For you say, "What else is there to say?" and then you go on to entreat me in most affectionate terms not to forget my vigilance, and to keep my eyes on what is going on. Have you heard any-thing about anyone? I am sure nothing of the sort has taken place. No, no, it can't be! It would never have eluded my notice, nor will it. Yet that reminder of yours, so carefully worded, seems to suggest something.
As to M. Octavius, I hereby again repeat that your answer was excellent: I could have wished it a little more positive still. For Caelius has sent me a freedman and a carefully written letter about some panthers and also a grant from the states. I have written back to say that, as to the latter, I am much vexed if my course of conduct is still obscure, amid if it is not known at Rome that not a penny has been exacted from my province except for the payment of debt; and I have explained to him that it is improper both for me to solicit the money and for him to receive it; and I have advised him (for I am really attached to him) that, after prosecuting others, he should be extra-careful as to his own conduct. As to the former request, I have said that it is inconsistent with my character that the people of Cibyra should hunt at the public expense while I am governor.
Lepta jumps for joy at your letter. it is indeed prettily written, and has placed me in a very agreeable light in his eyes. I am much obliged to your little daughter for so earnestly bidding you send me her love. It is very kind of Pilia also; but your daughter's kindness is the greater, because she sends the message to one she has never seen. Therefore pray give my love to both in return. The day on which your letter was dated, the last day of December, reminded me pleasantly of that glorious oath of mine, which I have not forgotten. I was a civilian Magnus on that day.
There's your letter completely answered! Not as you were good enough to ask, with "gold for bronze," but tit for tat. Oh, but here is another little note, which I will not leave unanswered. Lucceius, on my word, could get a good price for his Tusculan property, unless, perchance, his flute-player is a fixture (for that's his way), and I should like to know in what condition it is. Our friend Lentulus, I hear, has advertised everything for sale except his Tusculan property. I should like to see these men cleared of their embarrassments, Cestius also, and you may add Caelius, to all of whom the line applies,
"Ashamed to shrink and yet afraid to take."
I suppose you have heard of Curio's plan for recalling Memmius. Of the debt due from Egnatius of Sidicinum I am not without some hope, though it is a feeble one. Pinarius, whom you recommended to me, is seriously ill, and is being very carefully looked after by Deiotarus. So there's the answer to your note also.
Pray talk to me on paper as frequently as possible while I am at Laodicea, where I shall be up to the 15th of May: and when you reach Athens at any rate send me letter-carriers, for by that time we shall know about the business in the city and the arrangements as to the provinces, the settlement of all which has been fixed for March.
- then directed the ray of the little lamp toward the further
- him to change the form of government from that of a despotism
- was so impressed with a love scene which was a part of
- Oh, but he’ll be hot, I bet!” As he talked the “old
- event in this quiet retired corner of the world; and nearly
- they gave it no attention, music, the theater and the arts
- item had appeared in the Globe, and directed at the one
- of proportion. He naturally inclined to the arabesque and
- reward that they would win from him if they carried his
- to paper and print. There was something that lay in his
- did you let that stuff go through? Haven’t I warned you
- and Marizanillo, one of whose operas was even then being
- the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
- There was nothing much to it. Its only humor lay in the
- dreaming about and slaving over, his art ambitions, into
- reason of his striking accidentally a mythical Aztec stone
- her arms, and laughed shrilly, insanely. Then she turned
- was too weary that night or too inattentive to capture
- and scene that was to stand him in good stead in the composition
- included. Just about that time there was something about
- Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
- others, and between them got up weird entertainments, knockabout
- subdued, we would seek out some German saloon-keeper whom
- not only by Wood and McCord, both of whom by now seemed
- slowly toward the north—he said nothing of the party
- “I don’t think a thing like that ought to appear in
- to believe in the Sermon on the Mount I thought they—not
- dreary fate; but what of me? Should I be happy? Was my
- bivouacked near us. They had no shelter during the rain.
- later work out in water color, suggestions for costumes
- I would come to Chicago before noon of this day, or telegraph
- so cruelly dull. How I liked to flail them with maxims
- numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble
- sniffed at by the Globe saw it and knowing the sensitiveness
- scenes in color, which appealed to me as having novelty
- appeared, to the Southern for luncheon and had not returned.
- had come across his northerly camp and he feared that they
- Wood to carry on my dramatic work while I went about these
- C. Brann who preceded me in writing “Heard in the Corridors”
- music, poetry and the like such as has not previously been
- reward that they would win from him if they carried his
- Forrest Park or one of the minor parks on the south side,
- rice when they failed to perform their bounden duties and
- of comic opera books. Already I saw myself in New York,
- Was it, though, the ever beautiful blossoms of hollyhocks
- desire for a certain Aztec maiden, who was to avoid him
- within sanctuaries in this great organization. He himself
- on his farm, an old Indiana farmer of a most cantankerous
- sought her out. She did not know that he had even better
- office noticed it and commented on it to me or to Hartung,