244 THE LIFE OF THE FIELDS. 



fountain, observe the distant tower chiselled with the 

 light and shade. Think, then, of the people, not as 

 mere buyers and sellers, as mere counters, but as 

 human beings beings possessed of hearts and minds, 

 full of the passions and the hopes and fears which 

 made the ancient poets great merely to record. These 

 are the same passions that were felt in antique Rome, 

 whose very name is a section of human life. There is 

 colour in these lives now as then, 



