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roll towards them, dark and rapid, like a torrent; at the same time, it cast forth from its bosom a shower of ashes mixed with vast fragments of burning stone! Over the crushing vines, over the desolate streets, over the amphitheater itself, — far and wide, — with many a mighty splash in that
agitated sea, — fell that awful shower! The crowd turned to fly — each dashing, pressing, crushing, against the other. Trampling recklessly over the fallen — amidst groans, and oaths, and prayers, and sudden shrieks, the enormous crowd vomited itself forth through the numerous passages; prisoner, gladiator and wild beast now alike freed from their confines.
Glaucus paced swiftly up the perilous and fearful streets, having learned that Ione was yet in the house of Arbaces. Thither he fled to release - - to save her!
Even as he passed, however, the darkness that covered the heavens increased so rapidly, that it was with difficulty he could guide his steps. He ascended to the upper rooms breathless he paced along: shouting out aloud the name of Ione; and at length he heard, at the end of a gallery, a voice - her voice, in wondering reply! He rescued her and they made their way to the sea, boarded a vessel and were saved from the wrath of Vesuvius.
Arbaces returned to his house to seek his wealth and Ione ere he fled from the doomed Pompeii. He found them not; all was lost to him. In the madness of despair he rushed forth and hurried along the street he knew not whither; exhausted or lost he halted at the east end of the Forum. High behind him rose a tall column that supported the bronze statue of Augustus; and the imperial image seemed changed to a shape of fire. He advanced one step it was his last on earth! The ground shook beneath him with a convulsion that cast all around upon its surface. A simultaneous crash resounded through the city, as down toppled many a roof and pillar! – The lightning, as if caught by the metal, lingered an instant on the Imperial Statue — then shivered bronze and column!
Down fell the ruin, echoing along the street, crushing Arbaces and riving the solid pavement where it crashed! The prophecy of the stars was fulfilled !
So perished the wise Magician – the great Arbaces — the Hermes of the Burning Belt — the last of the royalty of Egypt.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
With farmer Allan at the farm abode
Then there came a day
“You will not, boy! you dare to answer thus !
Then, when the bells were ringing, Allan call'd
And days went on, and there was born a boy To William; then distresses came on him; And day by day he pass'd his father's gate, Heart-broken, and his father help'd him not. But Dora stored what little she could save, And sent it them by stealth, nor did they know Who sent it; till at last a fever seized On William, and in harvest time he died.
Then Dora went to Mary. Mary sat And look'd with tears upon her boy, and thought Hard things of Dora. Dora came and said,
“I have obey'd my uncle until now,
And I have sinn'd, for it was all thro' me
And Dora took the child, and went her way Across the wheat, and sat upon a mound That was unsown, where many poppies grew. Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child; And Dora would have risen and gone to him, But her heart fail'd her; and the reapers reap’d, And the sun fell, and all the land was dark.
But when the morrow came, she rose and took The child once more, and sat upon the mound; And made a little wreath of all the flowers That grew about, and tied it round his hat To make him pleasing in her uncle's eye. Then when the farmer pass’d into the field He spied her, and he left his men at work, And came and said, “Where were you yesterday? Whose child is that? What are you doing here?” So Dora cast her eyes upon the ground, And answer'd softly, “This is William's child !” “And did I not,” said Allan, “did I not Forbid you, Dora ?” Dora said again, “Do with me as you will, but take the child,
And bless him for the sake of him that's gone!”
you and the woman there.
So saying, he took the boy that cried aloud
Then Dora went to Mary's house, and stood