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  THE 
  NATIONAL 
  GEOGRAPHIC 
  MAGAZINE 
  

  

  *I«iP 
  

  

  Photograph 
  by 
  A. 
  VV. 
  Cutler 
  

   FLOWER 
  VENDERS 
  ON 
  THE 
  STEPS 
  LEADING 
  TO 
  PTNCIO 
  GARDENS 
  

  

  picturesque 
  gas-works 
  cluster 
  today, 
  be- 
  

   tween 
  the 
  Palatine 
  and 
  Aventine 
  hills. 
  

  

  It 
  turns 
  in 
  that 
  meeting 
  of 
  little 
  valleys 
  

   where 
  the 
  ruins 
  of 
  the 
  Colosseum 
  now 
  

   tower 
  high, 
  where 
  Nero's 
  great 
  lake 
  and 
  

   Golden 
  House 
  once 
  dazzled 
  the 
  eye, 
  and 
  

   comes 
  up 
  under 
  the 
  shadow 
  of 
  the 
  Pala- 
  

   tine 
  Hill 
  to 
  the 
  many 
  crowded 
  buildings 
  

   of 
  the 
  Forum, 
  to 
  the 
  Sacred 
  Way 
  that 
  

   leads 
  to 
  the 
  stately 
  temple 
  on 
  the 
  hill. 
  

  

  First 
  the 
  senators, 
  heads 
  of 
  great 
  Ro- 
  

   man 
  houses 
  ; 
  then 
  trumpeters, 
  and 
  after 
  

   them 
  the 
  spoils 
  of 
  war 
  — 
  armor, 
  banners, 
  

   silken 
  stuffs, 
  household 
  gear, 
  statuary, 
  

   fragments 
  of 
  buildings, 
  the 
  fruit 
  of 
  home 
  

   and 
  temple 
  and 
  army, 
  the 
  treasure 
  of 
  

   fallen 
  cities 
  and 
  conquered 
  states, 
  borne 
  

   aloft 
  by 
  slaves 
  or 
  heaped 
  in 
  carts 
  — 
  a 
  long. 
  

  

  long 
  train 
  passing 
  one 
  

   by 
  one 
  that 
  all 
  might 
  

   see 
  what 
  had 
  been 
  

   brought 
  to 
  Rome. 
  

  

  Then 
  oxen, 
  the 
  beau- 
  

   tiful 
  white 
  oxen, 
  with 
  

   wide-spreading 
  horns, 
  

   which 
  we 
  see 
  today 
  on 
  

   the 
  Campagna. 
  Each 
  

   one 
  is 
  brushed 
  until 
  

   he 
  shines; 
  his 
  horns 
  

   are 
  gilded 
  and 
  tied 
  

   with 
  ribbons, 
  for 
  he 
  

   is 
  a 
  sacrifice 
  to 
  Jupi- 
  

   ter 
  this 
  day. 
  

  

  Then 
  the 
  priests, 
  all 
  

   glittering, 
  and 
  possibly 
  

   some 
  strange 
  animals 
  

   — 
  lions, 
  elephants, 
  

   camels 
  — 
  from 
  far 
  con- 
  

   quered 
  lands. 
  

  

  Then 
  troops 
  of 
  pris- 
  

   oners 
  destined 
  to 
  slav- 
  

   ery 
  or, 
  in 
  later 
  days, 
  

   to 
  death 
  in 
  the 
  Colos- 
  

   seum; 
  after 
  them 
  the 
  

   personal 
  spoils 
  of 
  the 
  

   foe 
  — 
  his 
  war-chariot, 
  

   throne, 
  shield, 
  drink- 
  

   ing-cup, 
  his 
  crown 
  

   held 
  high, 
  his 
  wife's 
  

   jewels 
  in 
  precious 
  

   vases 
  and 
  urns, 
  his 
  

   golden 
  plate 
  — 
  and 
  the 
  

   man 
  himself, 
  walking 
  

   bare-footed, 
  in 
  chains, 
  

   unkempt, 
  ragged, 
  for- 
  

   lorn, 
  a 
  captive 
  king. 
  

   So 
  walked 
  Jugurtha 
  in 
  the 
  triumph 
  of 
  

   Marius 
  ; 
  so 
  Vercingetorix 
  before 
  Julius 
  

   Caesar 
  ; 
  so 
  Zenobia, 
  conquered 
  by 
  Aure- 
  

   lian. 
  Small 
  wonder 
  that 
  Cleopatra 
  pre- 
  

   ferred 
  self 
  -given 
  death 
  ! 
  

  

  THE 
  CONQUEROR 
  IN 
  HIS 
  CHARIOT 
  

  

  When 
  all 
  are 
  gone 
  comes 
  the 
  conqueror, 
  

   preceded 
  by 
  lictors 
  and 
  musicians. 
  In 
  

   purple 
  toga 
  gold- 
  wrought, 
  carrying 
  a 
  

   laurel 
  branch 
  and 
  ivory 
  scepter, 
  he 
  stands 
  

   proudly 
  in 
  his 
  high 
  chariot, 
  its 
  horses 
  four 
  

   abreast, 
  as 
  in 
  Jove's 
  quadriga, 
  receiving 
  

   the 
  acclaim 
  of 
  his 
  fellow-citizens. 
  About 
  

   him 
  are 
  his 
  children, 
  the 
  tiny 
  ones 
  even 
  

   in 
  the 
  chariot 
  ; 
  and 
  there, 
  too, 
  two 
  slaves, 
  

   one 
  of 
  whom 
  holds 
  above 
  his 
  head 
  the 
  

   golden 
  wreath 
  that 
  belongs 
  to 
  Jupiter, 
  

  

  