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ClaudianClaudius Claudianus was the court poet to the Emperor Honorius and Stilicho.A Greek-speaking citizen of Alexandria, Claudian arrived in Rome before AD 395, and made his mark with a eulogy of his two young patrons, Probinus and Olybrius, thereby becoming court poet. He wrote a number of panegyrics on the consulship of his patrons, praise poems for the deeds of Stilicho, and invectives directed at Stilicho's rivals in the Eastern court of Arcadius. These efforts resulted with such gifts as the honor of the rank of vir illustrius, a statue, and a rich bride selected by Stilicho's wife, Serena[?]. His poetry is a valuable, however distorted, primary source for his period. Since his poems do not record the achievements of Stilicho after 404, scholars assume he died in that year. how Mark Twain, with Twichell, called on General Grant in behalf of
idea of making an appeal.html">appeal to the go/government.html">Government of the United States for
To J. H. Twichell, in Hartford:
AMPERSAND, N. Y., July 28, '01.
me to assist in an appeal to that Congress of land-thieves and liars
cash to pass through the hands of those missionaries out there, of any
handle money which I had soiled, and I wouldn't trust them with it,
but the sufferers selected would be converts. The missionary-utterances
of hate and hostility. And it is natural; the Bible forbids their
be of necessity in harmony with--but never mind, let it go, it irritates
he is over-wrought by his sympathies, but it may.html">may.html">may not be so. There may be
famine and cannibalism. It may be that there are so few Protestant
they are not likely to largely concern themselves about Catholic converts
has no money in it, and no politics, rises before me again in all its
been absent since '96 or '97. We have gone to hell since then. Kossuth
Magyar-Tale.
I am on the front porch (lower one--main deck) of our little bijou of a
I can't see the shore, but only the water, small-pored with rain-
snuggled up on a ship's deck with the stretching sea all around--but very
of course the effect engendered is just a deep sense of comfort and
are no neighbors. There are beautiful little tan-colored impudent
the woods where Jean does my typewriting, and one of them has been brave
munch his food. They come to dinner, 7 p. m., on the front porch (not
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