Professors XI. — To Herculanus, my Nephew, Grammarian of Bordeaux

Herculanus, though you came from my bosom and my class, you have repaid your uncle with promise rather than with fruit. You shared in the work of my class, and might have succeeded to my chair, had not the swerving steps of slippery youth caused you to fall headlong, through not keeping to the right path traced out by Pythagoras. May you have rest, and may your spirit dwell in peace in its last home — you whose name I recalled a while ago amongst my relatives.