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FLORAL CEREMONIES. 
Hero is another by a modem hand : — 
“ Throughout the city joyful shouts resound, 
The gates are garlanded, the columns bound 
With victor laurels, while from lovely hands 
Sweet flowers are showered upon the martial 
hands 
As in glad pomp the proud processions march 
Through many a fair arcade and trophied arch.” 
Agnes Strickland. 
And yet one more ; it is by T. B. Macauley; 
we are still at the “ Seven hilled city” in the 
time of her pristine vigour, ere she had be- 
come luxurious and effeminate : hark at the 
Io triumphe which swells upon the gale] Hark 
to the shouts of the multitude, and the pealing 
of the silver-throated trumpets ! It is the feast 
of the twin brothers, Castor and Pollux, 
who won for Home the battle of the Lake 
Bcgillus : — 
“ Ho, trumpets, sound a war note 1 
Ho, lictors clear the way ! 
The knights will ride, in all their pride, 
Along the streets to-day. 
To-day the doors and windows 
Are hung with garlands all, 
From Castor, in the Forum, 
To Mars without the wall, 
