Gold unduly coveted, money without honor and integrity, still crushes.

In a square on this same hill is an equestrian statue of Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor of the second century. So natural is the horse, that such an excellent judge as Michelangelo used to tell it playfully to walk, to "get up," as if it actually could step proudly off. An Aurelian column, commemorating the same emperor, stands in another part of the city, in the Piazza Colonna. On this a relief represents some divinity pouring out water in answer to prayer. This is thought by some to picture those Christian soldiers who in a time of extremity from great thirst prayed for rain, when immediately the thunder began to roll and the lightning to flash. Presently the precious drops commenced to fall, while those Christians ever after bore the name of the Thundering Legion. Such "sons of thunder," to use a New Testament expression, such Boanerges, such electrical personalities, must be any who would reach the maximum of efficiency.

Young folks begin their study of Latin with the familiar "Romulus et Remus," and the fabled wolf might be supposed to have "et" both Romulus and Remus, but she rather acted the nurse, according to the legend. The twins were said to have been thrown into the river, and that is probable enough in those times when child exposure was common, before Christianity had effected the coronation of childhood. They were cast up on dry land at the foot of the Palatine Hill, when a wolf came upon them and carried them to her den and suckled them, till they were found by a shepherd who rescued and adopted them. They subsequently rose to fame as the founders of Rome. The sceptical used to say that a woman by the name of Lupa, which means wolf, discovered the waifs on the river bank, and took them to her home. But people generally be

lieved that a real wolf was for a while their tender nurse. There was, therefore, that bronze wolf, which was meant to symbolize the incident, and which dates at least from the beginning of the fifth century before our era, and which is claimed to be the identical work still to be seen on the Capitoline Hill in the Palace of the Conservatori, though the Romulus and Remus figures are acknowledged to be later reconstructions. The classic tale is still cherished, and hence visitors to the Capitol are permitted to look upon not only the bronze wolf but also upon a live wolf, which is sacredly kept there year after year. They likewise are reminded that Christianity has wrought a revolution of sentiment, making impossible the ancient practice of exposing to the elements and wild beasts little children who rather are nurtured for the kingdom of heaven.

Descending from the Capitoline Hill, at its base we come to the Mamertine prisons, a higher and a lower, excavated from the solid rock. Here Paul may have been incarcerated during his second imprisonment. Here Jugurtha was starved to death. Here the Cataline conspirators were strangled, while Cicero announced the fact by the single Latin word, Vixerunt -they have lived, that is, they have ceased to live, they are dead. In the bottom of the lower prison is a spring, which, some maintain, sprang up miraculously for the imprisoned Peter, that he might have the wherewithal to baptize his jailors who were converted. Unfortunately for this contention, Plutarch speaks of the spring at the time of the imprisonment of Jugurtha 104 B. C. When by the way this historic enemy to Rome was plunged into the dungeon, Plutarch says he exclaimed, "O Hercules, how cold your bath is." We appreciate the truth of this when with lighted taper, and with overcoats on, we descend into the vault-like place, almost

equalling in its gloom the Catacombs. The darkness is so dense that it can be felt, and there is an unmistakable chill. We can understand why Paul in his second epistle to Timothy, the last letter he ever wrote, said so pathetically that only Luke was with him, and why he besought Timothy to come to him quickly, and why he asked him to come before winter, and not to forget to bring the apostle's cloak, which inadvertently had been left behind at Troas. It was like Tyndale, the English translator of the Bible, in his imprisonment begging for a warmer cap. From some such dungeon, if not from the Mamertine itself, Paul was finally led outside the city walls. He was conducted through the gate, called St. Paul's to-day, past the Pyramid of Caius Cestius, perpetuating the name of a man who died 30 B. C. He accordingly must have seen this, which still survives the ravages of time. Right by this pyramidal tomb, which is 114 feet high and still in an almost perfect state of preservation,-close by this identical pile, he was led, according to tradition, to his execution at a place where now rises a splendid basilica bearing his name and known as St. Paul's Without the Walls, and where a memorial church of some kind for the apostle has stood ever since the time of Constantine the Great. Most imposing is this cathedral. whose eighty polished columns, rising from a mirror-like floor and supporting the lofty roof, were the gifts of European Catholic rulers.

Returning into the city, we go on till we pass Trajan's Column, which speaks of a Roman Emperor who died 117 A. D. Before that, Pliny the Younger as governor of Bithynia in the vicinity of the Black Sea wrote him a letter regarding the Christians. He described them as meeting and singing a "hymn to Christ as God," and he complained that the con