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"Victrix causa deae " said Michael gloomily; and this angered her more, as, not knowing what it meant, she imagined it to be witty. "Oh, I dare say you know Greek," she said, with cheerful inaccuracy; "you haven't done much with that either." And she crossed the garden, pursuing the vanished Innocent and Mary.

Ergo jam dextro Suevici maris littore Aestyorum gentes alluuntur: quibus ritus habitusque Suevorum; lingua Britannicae propior. Matrem deum venerantur: insigne superstitionis, formas aprorum gestant; id pro armis omnique tutela: securum deae cultorem etiam inter hostes praestat. Rarus ferri, frequens fustium usus.

The Teutonic element in the garrison is represented by the altars to Mars Thingsus, the discovery of which caused great interest in Germany, and by the altars to the Deae Matres the mother-goddesses, whose carved figures are shown seated, fully draped, and holding baskets of fruits on their knees.

They are generally found in sets of three; but unfortunately they have been much mutilated, and all the examples remaining are headless. The Deae Matres would seem to correspond in some degree to the Roman Ceres and the Greek Demeter, the bountiful givers of the fruits of the earth.

There is another brief epigram which if we are right in thinking Pompey the subject of the lines seems to date from Vergil's soldier days, the third Catalepton: Aspice quem valido subnixum Gloria regno Altius et caeli sedibus extulerat. Tale deae numen, tali mortalia nutu Fallax momento temporis hora dedit.

Yet in the walls were old memorial tablets, and the passage of the nave was paved with lettered graves. It brought back to me the beautiful lines "En ara, ramis ilicis obsita, Quae sacra Chryses nomina fert deae, Neglecta; jamdudum sepultus Aedituus jacet et sacerdos."

Margaret MacLean read the letter eagerly: "DEAE MARGARET MACLEAN, There is a home standing on a hilltop an hour's ride from the city. It belongs to a lonely old woman who finds that it is too large and too lonely for her to live in, and too full of haunting memories to be left empty.

I protest, for one, love is sacred. It is not only wrong to kiss and tell, but to tell about kisses. Everybody who has been admitted to the mystery, hush about it. Down with him qui Deae sacrum vulgarit arcanae. Beware how you dine with him, he will print your private talk: as sure as you sail with him, he will throw you over.