Last Days of Pompeii eBook

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‘Gulls, dupes, fools, that ye are!’ muttered he to himself; ’whether business or pleasure, trade or religion, be your pursuit, you are equally cheated by the passions that ye should rule!  How I could loathe you, if I did not hate—­yes, hate!  Greek or Roman, it is from us, from the dark lore of Egypt, that ye have stolen the fire that gives you souls.  Your knowledge—­your poesy—­your laws—­your arts—­your barbarous mastery of war (all how tame and mutilated, when compared with the vast original!)—­ye have filched, as a slave filches the fragments of the feast, from us!  And now, ye mimics of a mimic!—­Romans, forsooth! the mushroom herd of robbers! ye are our masters! the pyramids look down no more on the race of Rameses—­the eagle cowers over the serpent of the Nile.  Our masters—­no, not mine.  My soul, by the power of its wisdom, controls and chains you, though the fetters are unseen.  So long as craft can master force, so long as religion has a cave from which oracles can dupe mankind, the wise hold an empire over earth.  Even from your vices Arbaces distills his pleasures—­pleasures unprofaned by vulgar eyes—­pleasures vast, wealthy, inexhaustible, of which your enervate minds, in their unimaginative sensuality, cannot conceive or dream!  Plod on, plod on, fools of ambition and of avarice! your petty thirst for fasces and quaestorships, and all the mummery of servile power, provokes my laughter and my scorn.  My power can extend wherever man believes.  I ride over the souls that the purple veils.  Thebes may fall, Egypt be a name; the world itself furnishes the subjects of Arbaces.’

Thus saying, the Egyptian moved slowly on; and, entering the town, his tall figure towered above the crowded throng of the forum, and swept towards the small but graceful temple consecrated to Isis.

That edifice was then but of recent erection; the ancient temple had been thrown down in the earthquake sixteen years before, and the new building had become as much in vogue with the versatile Pompeians as a new church or a new preacher may be with us.  The oracles of the goddess at Pompeii were indeed remarkable, not more for the mysterious language in which they were clothed, than for the credit which was attached to their mandates and predictions.  If they were not dictated by a divinity, they were framed at least by a profound knowledge of mankind; they applied themselves exactly to the circumstances of individuals, and made a notable contrast to the vague and loose generalities of their rival temples.  As Arbaces now arrived at the rails which separated the profane from the sacred place, a crowd, composed of all classes, but especially of the commercial, collected, breathless and reverential, before the many altars which rose in the open court.  In the walls of the cella, elevated on seven steps of Parian marble, various statues stood in niches, and those walls were ornamented with the pomegranate consecrated to Isis.  An oblong pedestal occupied the interior

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