Rich hangings floated from every window and balcony in the city.

Garlands of flowers and laurel wreaths adorned the houses, and pleasant odors were wafted to us as we went.

The jubilation of the people was mixed with the trumpet-call of the soldiers; handkerchiefs were waved and acclamations rang out.

This was in honor of my father, and of me also, the future Caesar.

My little heart was almost bursting with pride; it seemed to me that I had grown several heads taller, not only than other boys, but than the people that surrounded me.
"When the funeral procession began, my mother wished me to go with her into the arcade where seats had been placed for the ladies to view, but I refused to follow her.