Such was the fate of the family of Augustus, and such especially was the fate of its women.  The strangers who visit Rome often go out on Sunday afternoons to listen to the excellent music that can be heard in a room which is situated in one of the little streets near the Piazza del Popolo and which used to be called the Corea.  This hall was built over an ancient Roman ruin of circular form which any one can still see as he enters.  That ruin is the entrance to the tomb which Augustus built on the Flaminian Way for himself and his family.  Nearly all of the personages whose story we have told were buried in that mausoleum.  If any reader who has followed this history should one day find himself at Rome, listening to a concert in that old Corea, which has now been renamed after the Emperor Augustus, let him give a thought to those victims of a terrible story of long ago, and may he remember that here, where at the beginning of the twentieth century he listens to the flow of rivers of sweet sound—­here only, twenty centuries ago, could the members of the family of Augustus find refuge from their tragic fate, and after so much greatness, resolved to dust and ashes, rest at last in peace.