THE GREAT TWIN BRETHREN 



IET us imagine ourselves in Rome on the 

 y fifteenth day of July, two thousand years 

 ago. It is a public holiday, and as all the Roman 

 equites are out on horseback, we may see many 

 of the finest war-horses that the world could at 

 that time produce. A brilliant company of riders, 

 starting from the temple of Mars outside the an- 

 cient walls, wind their way through the main 

 streets of the city, and finally, crossing the Forum 

 to its southeastern corner, draw rein in front of 

 the stately building dedicated to the memory of 

 Castor and Pollux. 



The entire course over which they pass is 

 decked with gay banners, flowers are strewn in 

 their way, and they are greeted at every turn with 

 loud shouts of joy and approval. You notice that 

 these knights are not clad in armor, but in flow- 

 ing robes of purple, and their brows are encircled 

 with wreaths of olive. Garlands of flowers also 

 hang about the necks of their horses and from . 

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