As the other British chiefs were jealous of him, and were always quarrelling with him, and with one another, he gave up, and proposed peace.

Julius Caesar was very glad to grant peace easily, and to go away again with all his remaining ships and men.

He had expected to find pearls in Britain, and he may have found a few for anything I know; but, at all events, he found delicious oysters, and I am sure he found tough Britons--of whom, I dare say, he made the same complaint as Napoleon Bonaparte the great French General did, eighteen hundred years afterwards, when he said they were such unreasonable fellows that they never knew when they were beaten.

They never _did_ know, I believe, and never will.
Nearly a hundred years passed on, and all that time, there was peace in Britain.

The Britons improved their towns and mode of life: became more civilised, travelled, and learnt a great deal from the Gauls and Romans.
At last, the Roman Emperor, Claudius, sent AULUS PLAUTIUS, a skilful general, with a mighty force, to subdue the Island, and shortly afterwards arrived himself.