THE LAST DAYS OF POMPEII.
distrust: whatever the wishes of the mind, love to train, to ripen their minds—to unfold
the anima! frame was well fitted to execute the sweet blossom of their hidden passions,
them; the wiry muscles of the throat, the in order to prepare the fruit to my taste. I
broad chest, the nervous hands and lean loathe your ready-made and ripened courte-
gaunt arms, which were bared above the sans; it is in the soft and unconscious prog-
is an absolute impossibility of its fulfilmeut."
this: to the subject before us. You know,
Besides." added Calenns,
and are t;,
for rest pr
or at leas:
be more a rrst ill tag when he IS
ful of the trust.
The YOLILII, docile and mild,
the bottom of it ? '
yielded readily to the impression I sought to
Right, my Calentts; I wish Apæcides st.-imp upon him. Next to woman, 1 love the
would take a lesson from your wisdom. But oid recollections af ances
t ne open gate. Here they
solemn faith of Isis.
I unfolded to him
themselves Lefore a small table spread with
something of thosc sublime allegories which
dishes contain ing fruit and eggs, and various are couched beneath her worship. I excited
cold meats, with vases of excellent wine, of
in a soul »ecttliarly alive to reii•'i011s
Mistresses," said Calenus, as a livid grin
distorted his ungainly features.
"Yes, I do not disguise it; woman is the
main object, the great appetite, of my soul.
As you feed the victim for the slaughter, i
love to rear the votaries of my pleasure. I
oracles the inspirations of that malevolent
spirit of which eastern tradition speaks. Our
oracles—alas ! we knot,v well whose inspira-
tions they are."
" This is what I feared," said Arbaces,
musingly, from various reproaches he made
me when I last saw him. Of late he bath