The Senate was already in session, and Caesar was coming down the street toward the capitol, conversing with some personal friends, and followed, as usual, by a large number of citizens.  Just as he was passing in front of Demosthenes and Thucydides’ drug store, he was observing casually to a gentleman, who, our informant thinks, is a fortune-teller, that the Ides of March were come.  The reply was, “Yes, they are come, but not gone yet.”  At this moment Artemidorus stepped up and passed the time of day, and asked Caesar to read a schedule or a tract or something of the kind, which he had brought for his perusal.  Mr. Decius Brutus also said something about an “humble suit” which he wanted read.  Artexnidorus begged that attention might be paid to his first, because it was of personal consequence to Caesar.  The latter replied that what concerned himself should be read last, or words to that effect.  Artemidorus begged and beseeched him to read the paper instantly!—­[Mark that:  It is hinted by William Shakespeare, who saw the beginning and the end of the unfortunate affray, that this “schedule” was simply a note discovering to Caesar that a plot was brewing to take his life.]—­However, Caesar shook him off, and refused to read any petition in the street.  He then entered the capitol, and the crowd followed him.

About this time the following conversation was overheard, and we consider that, taken in connection with the events which succeeded it, it bears an appalling significance:  Mr. Papilius Lena remarked to George W. Cassias (commonly known as the “Nobby Boy of the Third Ward"), a bruiser in the pay of the Opposition, that he hoped his enterprise to-day might thrive; and when Cassias asked “What enterprise?” he only closed his left eye temporarily and said with simulated indifference, “Fare you well,” and sauntered toward Caesar.  Marcus Brutus, who is suspected of being the ringleader of the band that killed Caesar, asked what it was that Lena had said.  Cassias told him, and added in a low tone, “I fear our purpose is discovered.”

Brutus told his wretched accomplice to keep an eye on Lena, and a moment after Cassias urged that lean and hungry vagrant, Casca, whose reputation here is none of the best, to be sudden, for he feared prevention.  He then turned to Brutus, apparently much excited, and asked what should be done, and swore that either he or Caesar would never turn back—­he would kill himself first.  At this time Caesar was talking to some of the back-country members about the approaching fall elections, and paying little attention to what was going on around him.  Billy Trebonius got into conversation with the people’s friend and Caesar’s—­Mark Antony—­and under some pretense or other got him away, and Brutus, Decius, Casca, Cinna, Metellus Cimber, and others of the gang of infamous desperadoes that infest Rome at present, closed around the doomed Caesar.  Then Metellus Cimber knelt down and begged that his