THE LAST DAYS OF POMPEII.
distrust: whatever the wishes of the mind,
the animal frame was well fitted to execute
them; the wiry muscles of the throat, the
broad chest, the nervous hands and lean
gaunt arms, which were bared above the
elbow, betokened a form capable alike of
greataactive exertion and passive endurance.
" Calenus," said the Egyptian to this fas-
love to train, to ripen their minds—to unfold
the sweet blossom of their hidden passions,
in order to prepare the fruit to my taste. I
loathe your ready-made and ripened courte-
sans; it is in the soft and unconscious prqg-
ress of inno
to desire that I find the
true charn of I
3: it is thus that I defy
by •mplating the freshness
f my own
voice of the statu
is an absolute imp
does come, and
and are the barks
for rest prays the
or at least so says
have improved th
•h by attending to
verses are excellen
fortune, unless there
lility of its fulfilment."
if the storm
does overwhelm the
e not prophesied it
Jlest to be at rest
in the Ægean sea,
ce;—can the mariner
young h: (ts of my
t enough of
, s. You know,
•me since I en-
1 pæcide brother and
be more at rest in the sea than when he is at
the bottom of it ? "
" Right, my Calenus; I wish Apæcicles
would take a lesson from your wisdom. But
I desire to confer with you relative to him
and to other matters: you can admit me into
one of your less sacred apartments ? "
Assuredly," replied the priest, leading
the v.','tv to one Of the s'nall chambers w.'
" Thou knowest,'
said Arbaces, in a voice
that scarcely stirred the air, so soft and in-
ward was its sound, " that it has ever been
my maxim to attach myself to the young.
From their flexile and unformed minds I can
carve out my fittest tools. I weave—I warp
—I mould them at my will. Of the men I
make merely followers or servants; of the
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
s, D knev,u kl esc
tuted me t
an. I was not unmind-
fill of the ti
e youth, docile and mild,
he impression I sought to
stamp upon him. Next to woman, 1 love the
old recollections of my ancestral land; I love
to keep alive—to propagate on distant shores
(which her colonies perchance yet people),
her dark and mystic creeds. It may be that
it pleases me to delude mankind, while I thus
no longer duped ; our sage delusions, our
speaking statues and secret staircases, dis-
may and revolt him; he pines; he wastes
away; he mutters to himself; he refuses to
share our ceremonies. He has been known
to frequent the company of men suspected
of adherence to that new and atheistical creed
which denies all our gods, and terms our
oracles the inspirations of that malevolent
spirit of which eastern tradition speaks. Our
oracles—alas ! we know well whose inspira-
tions they are."
This is what I feared,"
musingly, " from various reproaches he made
me when I last saw him. Of late he hath