We see in the wars of Marius and Sulla the extent to which the Romans’ souls had pro­gres­si­vely become depra­ved. Such fate­ful things gave the impres­sion they would never be seen again. But under the trium­virs, they wan­ted to be more cruel while appea­ring so less ; it is dis­maying to see the sophisms that cruelty invo­ked. We find in Appian the for­mula : “Soldiers, how happy we finally shall be.”1

Rome was awash in blood when Lepidus trium­phed over Spain ; and by an unexam­pled absur­dity, on pain of pros­crip­tion, he orde­red them to rejoice.

Quod felix faustumque sit.