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When he girt the new prefect of the pretorium with the immemorial sword, he addressed him in copy-book phrases "If I rule wisely, use it for me; unwisely, against me." Rome listened open-mouthed. The change from Domitian's formula, "Your god and master orders it," was too abrupt to be immediately understood.
Jesus of Nazareth, whose life was as pure as yours is sullied; Jesus, when in the Roman pretorium, amidst the soldiers who whelmed him with mockery and physical outrage said: 'My God, pardon them, they know not what they do " "But these scamps do know what they are doing when they make a cook of me! And would you have me pardon them their sacrilege!" "Consider your past life "
"Conduct these gentleman to the Pretorium, on the Mall, my friend, they have disgraced themselves through over-eating." "Am I not good at jokes?" said Nicole to him. "The farce is good, but it is fetid," replied he, laughing. This royal answer showed the courtiers that this time the king did not intend to play with their heads, for which they thanked heaven.
The first was Joan Stacey, the sister of the dead woman evidently she had been upstairs in the temporary temple of Apollo; the second was the priest of Apollo himself, his litany finished, sweeping down the empty stairs in utter magnificence something in his white robes, beard and parted hair had the look of Dore's Christ leaving the Pretorium; the third was Flambeau, black browed and somewhat bewildered.
Ambrose was born about the year 340, of a Roman of the same name who was at that time prefect of the pretorium in Gaul, a province which then embraced a large portion of western and southwestern Europe. Arles, Lyons, and Trèves contend for the honor of being his birthplace, but it is most probable that it was in the latter he first saw the light.
"But that's not virtue!" cried Christophe. "That's rhetoric!" "In France," said Sylvain Kohn. "Virtue in the theater is always rhetorical." "A pretorium virtue," said Christophe, "and the prize goes to the best talker. I hate lawyers. Have you no poets in France?" Sylvain Kohn took him to the poetic drama. There were poets in France. There were even great poets. But the theater was not for them.
Then all the Jews cried aloud, with an exceeding loud voice, "Release Barabbas; the Galilean to the cross!" Then the soldiers led Jesus away to the Pretorium and took off his robe and tied his hands to a low pillar and scourged him. When they were weary with scourging they said, "He has had enough, he is all running down with blood."
Nor did he return to the pretorium, until his dining-room was in flames from the chimney's taking fire. Upon this accident, all being in consternation, and considering it as an unlucky omen, he cried out, "Courage, boys! it shines brightly upon us." And this was all he said to the soldiers.
"Conduct these gentleman to the Pretorium, on the Mall, my friend, they have disgraced themselves through over-eating." "Am I not good at jokes?" said Nicole to him. "The farce is good, but it is fetid," replied he, laughing. This royal answer showed the courtiers that this time the king did not intend to play with their heads, for which they thanked heaven.
But the old warrior, who was always extremely rough, hastened into his pretorium, and blew him up sky-high, ordering him, under the pain of the gallows, to marry the girl; which the soldier preferred to do, thinking more of his neck than of his peace of mind.
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