Last Days of Pompeii eBook

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‘Father,’ said Olinthus, ’thou on whose form the miracle of the Redeemer worked; thou who wert snatched from the grave to become the living witness of His mercy and His power; behold! a stranger in our meeting—­a new lamb gathered to the fold!’

‘Let me bless him,’ said the old man:  the throng gave way.  Apaecides approached him as by an instinct:  he fell on his knees before him—­the old man laid his hand on the priest’s head, and blessed him, but not aloud.  As his lips moved, his eyes were upturned, and tears—­those tears that good men only shed in the hope of happiness to another—­flowed fast down his cheeks.

The children were on either side of the convert; his heart was theirs—­he had become as one of them—­to enter into the kingdom of Heaven.

Chapter IV

The stream of love runs onWhither?

Days are like years in the love of the young, when no bar, no obstacle, is between their hearts—­when the sun shines, and the course runs smooth—­when their love is prosperous and confessed.  Ione no longer concealed from Glaucus the attachment she felt for him, and their talk now was only of their love.  Over the rapture of the present the hopes of the future glowed like the heaven above the gardens of spring.  They went in their trustful thoughts far down the stream of time:  they laid out the chart of their destiny to come; they suffered the light of to-day to suffuse the morrow.  In the youth of their hearts it seemed as if care, and change, and death, were as things unknown.  Perhaps they loved each other the more because the condition of the world left to Glaucus no aim and no wish but love; because the distractions common in free states to men’s affections existed not for the Athenian; because his country wooed him not to the bustle of civil life; because ambition furnished no counterpoise to love:  and, therefore, over their schemes and projects, love only reigned.  In the iron age they imagined themselves of the golden, doomed only to live and to love.

To the superficial observer, who interests himself only in characters strongly marked and broadly colored, both the lovers may seem of too slight and commonplace a mould:  in the delineation of characters purposely subdued, the reader sometimes imagines that there is a want of character; perhaps, indeed, I wrong the real nature of these two lovers by not painting more impressively their stronger individualities.  But in dwelling so much on their bright and birdlike existence, I am influenced almost insensibly by the forethought of the changes that await them, and for which they were so ill prepared.  It was this very softness and gaiety of life that contrasted most strongly the vicissitudes of their coming fate.  For the oak without fruit or blossom, whose hard and rugged heart is fitted for the storm, there is less fear than for the delicate branches of the myrtle, and the laughing clusters of the vine.

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