BOOK THE FIFTH
11. Chapter the Last
(continued)
'Such, then, O Sallust! is my life--such my opinions. In this manner I
greet existence and await death. And thou, glad-hearted and kindly pupil of
Epicurus, thou... But come hither, and see what enjoyments, what hopes are
ours--and not the splendor of imperial banquets, nor the shouts of the
crowded circus, nor the noisy forum, nor the glittering theatre, nor the
luxuriant gardens, nor the voluptuous baths of Rome--shall seem to thee to
constitute a life of more vivid and uninterrupted happiness than that which
thou so unreasonably pitiest as the career of Glaucus the
Athenian!--Farewell!'
Nearly Seventeen Centuries had rolled away when the City of Pompeii was
disinterred from its silent tomb, all vivid with undimmed hues; its walls
fresh as if painted yesterday--not a hue faded on the rich mosaic of its
floors--in its forum the half-finished columns as left by the workman's
hand--in its gardens the sacrificial tripod--in its halls the chest of
treasure--in its baths the strigil--in its theatres the counter of
admission--in its saloons the furniture and the lamp--in its triclinia the
fragments of the last feast--in its cubicula the perfumes and the rouge of
faded beauty--and everywhere the bones and skeletons of those who once moved
the springs of that minute yet gorgeous machine of luxury and of life! In
the house of Diomed, in the subterranean vaults, twenty skeletons (one of a
babe) were discovered in one spot by the door, covered by a fine ashen dust,
that had evidently been wafted slowly through the apertures, until it had
filled the whole space. There were jewels and coins, candelabra for
unavailing light, and wine hardened in the amphorae for a prolongation of
agonized life. The sand, consolidated by damps, had taken the forms of the
skeletons as in a cast; and the traveler may yet see the impression of a
female neck and bosom of young and round proportions--the trace of the fated
Julia! It seems to the inquirer as if the air had been gradually changed
into a sulphurous vapor; the inmates of the vaults had rushed to the door,
to find it closed and blocked up by the scoria without, and in their
attempts to force it, had been suffocated with the atmosphere.
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