TALES OF THE ROMANS
In the morning vast crowds of electors covered the slopes of the Capitol hill. They cheered wildly as Tiberius came in sight. But a band of his opponents forced their way toward him. Clubs and bludgeons were raised in deadly warfare. Men pushed hither and thither. Some hundreds of Romans were done to death. Tiberius was felled by a blow with a stool. A second blow crushed out his life. His body was flung into the river, and the people, cowed and beaten, mourned for their dead leader.
CAIUS
Now Caius, the younger brother of the brave Roman of whose death I have told you, was of a hotter blood than Tiberius. Indeed, he himself knew his temper was violent and his words oftentimes too strong. So he bade a slave carry a small ivory pipe, which, when blown, gave out a sweet and low note. Perhaps Caius was talking in a loud key.
“I tell you, gentlemen, that, as sure as I stand here—”
Then a gentle “Hoo-oo” would be heard from the ivory pipe, and Caius would drop into a lower tone!
Perhaps some of you girls and boys might talk more nicely if you heard the ivory pipe now and then!
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