whose blessing, "even length of days and life for evermore,” will consecrate and reward your obedience to His perfect laws. 10. "So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch S. S. RANDALL. LESSON CXXXII. THE RUINS OF POMPEII. 1. THE ancient city of POMPEII, in the province of Campania, in Italy, together with that of HERCULANEUM, was buried by a shower of ashes, thrown up from the crater of Mount Vesuvius, in the famous eruption of 79. The ruins of Pompeii were accidentally discovered in the year 1748, and they have been, to a great extent, disclosed by the extensive excavations which have been made. Streets and houses, in almost a perfect state, have been brought to view. A forum, two theaters, temples, fountains, and other structures, richly ornamented, have been discovered, and from them have been taken statues, manuscripts, paintings, and various utensils, which contribute extensively to enlarge our notions of the ancients, and develop many classical obscurities. 2. Numerous skeletons have been discovered, though it is probable that many of the inhabitants escaped. In one cellar the skeletons of twenty-seven females were found, with costly ornaments for the neck and arms scattered around. In another apartment, the skeletons of a master and slave, were discovered, the former holding a key in one hand, and a bag of coins and precious stones in the other, while near them were valuable silver and bronze vessels. 3. In other times and in other places, one single edifice, a temple, a theater, a tomb, that had escaped the wreck of ages, would have enchanted us, nay, an arch, the remnant of a wall, even one solitary column, was beheld with veneration; but to discover a single ancient house, the abode of a Roman in his privacy, the scene of his domestic hours, was an object of fond, but hopeless longing. Here, not a temple, not a theater, nor a column, nor a house, but a whole city rises before us, untouched, unaltered, the very same as it was eighteen hundred years ago, when inhabited by Romans. 4. We range through the same streets, tread the very same pavement, behold the same walls, enter the same doors, and repose in the same apartments. We are surrounded by the same objects, and out of the same windows we contemplate While you are wandering through the abanmay, without any great effort of imagination, expect to meet some of the former inhabitants, or, perhaps, the master of the house himself, and almost feel like intruders who dread the appearance of any of the family. the same scenery. doned rooms, you 5. In the streets you are afraid of turning a corner, lest you should jostle a passenger; and, on entering a house, the least sound startles, as if the proprietor was coming out of the back apartments. The traveler may long indulge the illusion; for not a voice is heard, not even the sound of a foot to disturb the loneliness of the place, or to interrupt his reflections LESSON CXXXIII. NOTE. The following is an extract from a poem which obtained tlə Chancellor's medal, at a commencement of the University at Cambridge, England. DESTRUCTION OF FOMPEII. 1. SAD City, gayly dawned thy latest day, MACAULAY. Her sons with solemn rite and jocund lay, Scarce treads on earth, and bounds and laughs with joy. 2. From every crowded altar perfumes rise 3. What 'vails it that, where yonder hights aspire, To view with threatening scowl your fated lands, Unroll its blazing folds from yonder hight, 4. In vain Vesuvius groaned with wrath suppressed, * It is related that gigantic figures appeared on the summit of Vesuvius, previous to the destruction of POMPEII. This was caused doubtless by the fantastic forms which the smoke assumed, assisted by a lively imagi nation. Hath soared with screams a safer nest to seek. Defies the sulphurous flame, the warning groan. . But see, the opening theater invites The enraptured throng in breathless transport views 6. O! for a voice like that which pealed of old 7. The hour is come. Even now the sulphurous cloud Involves the city in its funeral shroud, And, far along Campania's azure sky, *Consult the 24th Chapter of Matthew. Expands its dark and boundless canopy. The Sun, though throned on heaven's meridian hight,. But, through that horrid stillness, each could hear 8. A moment's pause succeeds. Then wildly rise Though friendship view the close with glistening eye, 9. On mothers babes in vain for mercy call; Beneath the feet of brothers, brothers fall. |