'Imitating the Egyptians, we sometimes introduce a skeleton at our feasts.

In truth, the presence of such an Egyptian as yon gliding shadow were spectre enough to sour the richest grape of the Falernian.' 'Strange man! said Glaucus, musingly; 'yet dead though he seem to pleasure, and cold to the objects of the world, scandal belies him, or his house and his heart could tell a different tale.' 'Ah! there are whispers of other orgies than those of Osiris in his gloomy mansion.

He is rich, too, they say.

Can we not get him amongst us, and teach him the charms of dice?
Pleasure of pleasures! hot fever of hope and fear! inexpressible unjaded passion! how fiercely beautiful thou art, O Gaming!' 'Inspired--inspired!' cried Glaucus, laughing; 'the oracle speaks poetry in Clodius.

What miracle next!'.