the clash of arms will startle you. You will hear the tramp of armies marching to new lands to conquer them and their treasures for Rome, the city of their love.
Sometimes you will catch your breath in horror as you read of terrible and cruel deeds, for the Romans were often pitiless, showing little mercy to those they conquered.
But at other times your breath will come quick with wonder as you read of the dauntless courage, the rare endurance of these mighty men of old.
And if there are many things which you do not admire in the people of Rome, yet they possess one virtue which you and every British boy and girl may not only admire, but gladly imitate.
What that virtue is I will leave you to find out for yourselves as you read The Story of Rome.—Yours affectionately,
MARY MACGREGOR.
