Appointed to the government of Cilicia, Cicero takes his son with him into the province.  When he starts on his campaign against the mountain tribes, the boy and his cousin, young Quintus, are sent to the court of Deiotarus, one of the native princes of Galatia.  “The young Ciceros,” he writes to Atticus, “are with Deiotarus.  If need be, they will be taken to Rhodes.”  Atticus, it may be mentioned, was uncle to Quintus, and might be anxious about him.  The need was probably the case of the old prince himself marching to Cicero’s help.  This he had promised to do, but the campaign was finished without him.  This was in the year 51 B.C., and Marcus was nearly fourteen years old, his cousin being his senior by about two years.  “They are very fond of each other,” writes Cicero; “they learn, they amuse themselves together, but one wants the rein, the other the spur.” (Doubtless the latter is the writer’s son.) “I am very fond of Dionysius their teacher:  the lads say that he is apt to get furiously angry.  But a more learned and more blameless man there does not live.”  A year or so afterwards he seems to have thought less favorably of him.  “I let him go reluctantly when I thought of him as the tutor of the two lads, but quite willingly as an ungrateful fellow.”  In B.C. 49, when the lad was about half through his sixteenth year, Cicero “gave him his toga.”  To take the toga, that is to exchange the gown of the boy with its stripe of purple for the plain white gown of the citizen, marked the beginning of independence (though indeed a Roman’s son was even in mature manhood under his father’s control).  The ceremony took place at Arpinum, much to the delight of the inhabitants, who felt of course the greatest pride and interest in their famous fellow-townsman.  But it was a sad time.  “There and every where as I journeyed I saw sorrow and dismay.  The prospect of this vast trouble is sad indeed.”  The “vast trouble” was the civil war between Caesar and Pompey.  This indeed had already broken out.  While Cicero was entertaining his kinsfolk and friends at Arpinum, Pompey was preparing to fly from Italy.  The war was probably not an unmixed evil to a lad who was just beginning to think himself a man.  He hastened across the Adriatic to join his father’s friend, and was appointed to the command of a squadron of auxiliary cavalry.  His maneuvers were probably assisted by some veteran subordinate; but his I seat on horseback, his skill with the javelin, and his general soldierly qualities were highly praised both by his chief and by his comrades.  After the defeat at Pharsalia he waited with his father at Brundisium till a kind letter from Caesar assured him of pardon.  In B.C. 46 he was made aedile at Arpinum, his cousin being appointed at the same time.  The next year he would have gladly resumed his military career.  Fighting was going on in Spain, where the sons of Pompey were holding out against the forces of Caesar; and the young Cicero, who was probably not very particular