United States or Faroe Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Many others have gone down. What shall I do?" Cæsar drew rein, and cast his eyes down the swaying lines. "I dare not order up the third line so early," he began; then, with a glance to the extreme right, "Ah, Mehercle! we are at the crisis now! Our cavalry have given way before the enemy's horse. They are outflanking us!" "The six cohorts!" cried Drusus. "The six cohorts ride!
From Cadiz, Spain. Lucius Ahenobarbus soon lost so heavily that he was cursing every god that presided over the noble game. "I am ruined next Ides," he groaned. "Phormio the broker has only continued my loan at four per cent a month. All my villas and furniture are mortgaged, and will be sold at auction. Mehercle, destruction stares me in the face!"
Robber of orphans and widows! Heartless wretch! Have you pledged the slender fortune Caius left me, and the dowry of my poor dear Cornelia?" And her voice sank into hoarseness, and she began to sob once more. Lentulus regarded her with vexation and contempt. "Mehercle! what a fuss you are making! The deed is done, and there's no helping it.
"These have been the chief events of my life, Cæsar," he concluded, "and since you have condescended to hear, I have ventured to tell; but why need I ask if such a commonplace tale of a young man who has yet his life to live, should interest you?" Cæsar smiled, and laying down the beaker from which he was sipping very slowly, replied: "Mehercle!
"Mehercle!" laughed Drusus, before he left her to snatch a few hours of well-earned rest and see to the dressing of his own bruises, "I would not blame a veteran for being panic-struck in that mêlée, if he didn't have a chance to swing a weapon and so keep his heart from standing still." On the next day Achillas moved up his thousands and attacked the palace fortifications.
"What a rare autumn! What perfect foliage! What cool weather!" Quinet had wakened up beyond my expectations, and soon we were racing along, laughing and shouting repartees at each other. We reined in at last to a walk. "Mehercle, be Charon propitious to thee when thy soul meets him at the river in Hades," he cried. "Be he propitious to thee, Chamilly, for making me a horseman!"
"I imagine that among our friends, the Pompeians, there is plenty, and more to spare. Mehercle, I feel that we must storm their camp just to get something worth drinking. But I would stake my best villa that you have not been so gloomy for mere lack of victuals, unless you have just joined the Pythagoreans, and have taken a vow not to eat fish or beans."
The veteran made a hurried motion with his remaining hand, as if to brush something away from his eyes, and his deep voice seemed a trifle husky when he replied, speaking slowly: "Mehercle! All the Gods be praised! The noble Sextus living again in the form of his son! Ah! This makes my old heart glad;" and he held out his hand to Drusus.
"I don't understand you, uncle," said Cornelia, turning rather red; "Quintus has never done anything for which he has cause to fear." "Oh, he hasn't, eh?" retorted Lentulus. "Mehercle! what donkeys you women are! You may go, I want to see your mother." "She is in her own room," said Cornelia, turning her back; "I wish you would not speak to me in that way again."
Only Antiochus remained, sitting on a stool in a distant corner. "And now, my friend," said Cæsar, smiling, and drawing a chair close up to that of Drusus, "tell me when it was that you left Rome." "Two days ago," gasped the wearied messenger. "Mehercle!" cried the general, "a hundred and sixty miles in two days! This is incredible! And you come alone?" "I had Andræmon, the fastest horse in Rome.
Word Of The Day