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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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eerie feeling of a dead world creeps over youwhile gazing upon a universal destruction where nothing seemed tosurvive to tell the tale. You marvel that anyone was found withcourage to remain in the neighbourhood, and feel it could only be from ( The Ruins of Pompeii. 469 tfeat singular trait in human nature which always excepts its ownindividual self from the ills and accidents that flesh is heir to. And, in strange contrast, all around you are the wonderful, un-dying beauties of nature. The calm and lovely bay; the islandsin the midst of the deep blue waters ; the small boats, white winged,gliding right and left, to and fro, up and down ; the distant Apennines.And ever before you, sleeping Vesuvius, cause of all the destruction•on which you are gazing ; beautiful also, but with a beauty that istreacherous; a fair exterior, but the blackness of darkness within. Such are the ruins of Pompeii. An accumulation of romance, ofmelancholy, of intense interest. A countless number of broken
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Street of Abundance. •pillars, fit emblems of the lives that were cut short 2,000 years ago.Fragments of temples where their heathenish rites were celebrated;remains of amphitheatres given up to plays and sports and unholypastimes; houses without number, mute testimony to the domestichistories and daily lives that were played out; streets of sepulchres,and streets of life and abundance that in a moment became tombsfor ever. Over all is the silence of death ; you feel to be hoveringon the confines of two worlds. The deep shadow of yourself castathwart the lava pavement by a blazing sun might also be the shade •of one of the doomed captives of Pompeii. Doubly captive weresome of them, for in the prisons were found skeletons of unhappy -criminals with chains round the ankle bones. Without the chance <of escape so many had in those last moments, they could only 470 The Ruins of Pompeii. accept their fate as it came to them. As for the poor of Pompeii,no trace of their habitations h

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