And, in effect, that night winter began, the hardest that had been known for a lifetime.

The wolves came from the mountains; and, led by the carrion scent, devoured the dead bodies which had been hastily buried during the plague, and, emboldened by their meal, crept, before the short day was well past, over the walls of the farmyards of the Campagna.

The eagles were seen driving the flocks of smaller birds across the dusky sky.

Only, in the city itself the winter was all the brighter for the contrast, among those who could pay for light and warmth.

The habit-makers made a great sale of the spoil of all such furry creatures as had escaped wolves and eagles, for presents at the Saturnalia; and at no time had the winter roses from Carthage seemed more lustrously yellow and red.
NOTES 188.