As the evil of Rome was far more than its good, the whole commonwealth finally sank into it, indeed, but of no original necessity." "Well, Hilda, it came to the same thing at last," answered Miriam despondingly.
"Doubtless, too," resumed the sculptor (for his imagination was greatly excited by the idea of this wondrous chasm), "all the blood that the Romans shed, whether on battlefields, or in the Coliseum, or on the cross,--in whatever public or private murder,--ran into this fatal gulf, and formed a mighty subterranean lake of gore, right beneath our feet.
The blood from the thirty wounds in Caesar's breast flowed hitherward, and that pure little rivulet from Virginia's bosom, too! Virginia, beyond all question, was stabbed by her father, precisely where we are standing." "Then the spot is hallowed forever!" said Hilda.
"Is there such blessed potency in bloodshed ?" asked Miriam.

"Nay, Hilda, do not protest! I take your meaning rightly." They again moved forward.

And still, from the Forum and the Via Sacra, from beneath the arches of the Temple of Peace on one side, and the acclivity of the Palace of the Caesars on the other, there arose singing voices of parties that were strolling through the moonlight.

Thus, the air was full of kindred melodies that encountered one another, and twined themselves into a broad, vague music, out of which no single strain could be disentangled.

These good examples, as well as the harmonious influences of the hour, incited our artist friends to make proof of their own vocal powers.