...I have seen new lives; and the life of life seems to have burst upon me. Cicero could hardly have walked with a more bounding and yet placid joy through the avenues of his Elysium, and conversed with Scipio and Laelius, than I,—a distant American, of a country which has no prescription, no history, and no association,—walk daily in the places which now surround me. . . . There is no indi...