queen herself was shown spreading her sails to friendly
breezes, and just loosing the sheets. On her face the Lord
of the Fire had written the paleness of foreshadowed 5
death, as she drove on among corpses before the tide and
the zephyr; over against her was Nile, his vast body writhing
in woe, throwing open his bosom, and with his whole
flowing raiment inviting the vanquished to his green lap
and his sheltering flood. But Cæsar, entering the walls 10
of Rome in threefold triumph, was consecrating to the
gods of Italy a votive tribute of deathless gratitude, three