So far, good.

If any man has a right to feel proud of himself, and satisfied, surely it is I.

For I have written about the Coliseum, and the gladiators, the martyrs, and the lions, and yet have never once used the phrase "butchered to make a Roman holiday." I am the only free white man of mature age, who has accomplished this since Byron originated the expression.
Butchered to make a Roman holiday sounds well for the first seventeen or eighteen hundred thousand times one sees it in print, but after that it begins to grow tiresome.

I find it in all the books concerning Rome--and here latterly it reminds me of Judge Oliver.

Oliver was a young lawyer, fresh from the schools, who had gone out to the deserts of Nevada to begin life.