"Was that the only one found ? ”

"No, there were others."

"Do tell us about them!"

"In one room a priest was found at the table eating."

"Eating at such an hour?" asked Minnie. "Yes."

"How could they tell?"

"The remains of his dinner were before him. The remnant of an egg and the limb of a fowl, tell us on what he was making his repast."

"But the ashes would not have stopped his eating."

"He was probably suffocated by the noxious gas that came in."

"Was there any other?"

"Yes; a priest was found with some money in his hand, showing that he had come back at that awful hour to rob the temple."

"Any more?"

"Yes, one man more. He was found near a door, with an axe in his hand, and on the door were the marks of the blows."

The party then entered some of the shops-the barber's shop, the apothecary's store, the butcher's stall. In the baker's shops were found the ovens ready for use, the mills in which the grain was broken, the kneading troughs, the various

articles used in the making of bread, and the bread itself, well done. In the butcher's stall meat well cooked was found.

When they had seen the shops, they sought out some of the houses of the noted citizens, and the public buildings of the city. The house of Sallust was once a magnificent structure, and the remains still bear many marks of beauty and finish; the house of Pansa is traced out, well arranged, spacious, and splendid, even in its ruins. The doorway still remains, with its beautiful Corinthian pilasters. The house of the tragic poet, so called, which was exhumed in 1824, is an object of great interest. The various apartments are full as the walls can hang with historical paintings.

As they walked about they met an old woman, withered and haggard, who looked as if she might have been the witch of the burning fields, who followed them, muttering as if she wished to express her hatred. They threw her a piece of money, and she turned back. They also saw at the House of the Fountains-so called because fountains are the most prominent things found in it a poor, pale, blind girl, who heard them as they approached, and held out her hand.

"This is the Nydia of romance," said Mr. Tenant,

“Let us see what she wants," said Walter. "Pictures," she said, as they drew near. "Ah, yes; you have pictures, and you speak English.'

"A little."

They found she had pictorial representations of the drawings and frescoes found on the walls of the houses, and they bought several. Walter was very particular in making his selections. He bought Jupiter wedding the unwilling Thetis to a mortal; the priests of Diana engaged in preparing for the human sacrifice; the great chariot race between the gods; the battle of the Amazons; and many others.

The frescoes are as bright and lively as the day they were put on, showing that the ancients must have had some secret in the mixing of colors which we do not now possess.

The party afterwards saw in the Museum at Naples all sorts of things taken from Pompeii, among which are the ancient stocks in which the two skeletons were found made fast; the skull of the sentinel, in his rusty armor, as he was found at the gate, on duty still in death; the petrified body of Diomede; a statue found in the Temple of Isis; an alabaster jar of fragrant balsam, nearly two thousand years old, in a tolerable state of preservation, as it was taken