He did not, however, reply to the passionate exclamation of Glaucus; but, after a pause, he said, in a soft and melancholy voice: 'After all, you do right to enjoy the hour while it smiles for you; the rose soon withers, the perfume soon exhales.

And we, O Glaucus! strangers in the land and far from our fathers' ashes, what is there left for us but pleasure or regret!--for you the first, perhaps for me the last.' The bright eyes of the Greek were suddenly suffused with tears.

'Ah, speak not, Arbaces,' he cried--'speak not of our ancestors.

Let us forget that there were ever other liberties than those of Rome! And Glory!--oh, vainly would we call her ghost from the fields of Marathon and Thermopylae!' 'Thy heart rebukes thee while thou speakest,' said the Egyptian; 'and in thy gaieties this night, thou wilt be more mindful of Leoena than of Lais.

Vale!' Thus saying, he gathered his robe around him, and slowly swept away.
'I breathe more freely,' said Clodius.