iendship of his Teacher. His
portarait-busts taken at this period show for the fist and only
time a faint smile on his gravely beautiful face.
Also he was given plenty of work. His great German campaigns
followed quickly; and the quelling of the Pannanian insurrection
that called him back from the Rhine; and Varus' defeat while
Tiberius was in Pannonia; and Tiberius's triumphant saving of
the situation. It was then, when the frontier was broken and all
the world aquake with alarm, that he consulted his generals; the
only time he ever did so. Says Velleius Paterculus, who served
uner him:--"There was no ostentation in his conduct; it was
marked by solid worth, practicality, humaneness. He took as much
care of any one of us who happened to be sick, as if that one's
health were the main object of his concern." Ambulances, he
continues, were always in attendance, with a medical staff, warm
baths, suitable food, etc., for the sick. "The general often
admonished, rarely punished; taking a middle part, dissembling
his knowledge of most faults, and preventing the commission of
others.... He preferred the approval of his own conscience to the
acquisition of renown."
He returned to Rome in triumph in the autumn of A.D. 12; and
dismissed his chief captives with present, instead of butchering
them in the fine old Roman way. He was at the height of his
fame; undeniably Rome's savior, and surely to be Princeps on his
Teacher's death. Augustus, in letters that remain, calls him
"the only strength and stay of the Empire." "All who were with
you," says he, "admit that this verse suits you:"
'One man by vigilance has restored the state.'
Whenever anything happens that requires more than ordinary
consideration, or when I am out of humor, then, by Hercules, I
long for the presence of my dear Tiberius; and Homer's lines
rise in my mind:
'Bold from his prudence, I could e'en aspire
To dare with him the burning rage of fire.'
"When I hear that you are worn out with incessant fatigue, the
Gods confound me if I am not all in a quake. So I entreat you
to spare yourself, lest, should we hear of your being ill, the
news prove fatal to your mother and myself, and the Roman people
be alarmed for the safety of the Empire. I pray heaven to
preserve you for us, and bless you with health now and ever,--if
the Gods care a rush for the Roman people. ....Farewell, my
dearest Tiberius; may good success attend you
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