the forum of the pompeians. the first rude machinery by which the new era of the world was wrought.

it was early noon, and the forum was crowded alike with the busy and the idle. as at paris at this day, so at that time in the cities of italy, men lived almost wholly out of doors: the public buildings, the forum, the porticoes, the baths, the temples themselves, might be considered their real homes; it was no wonder that they decorated so gorgeously these favorite places of resort—they felt for them a sort of domestic affection as well as a public pride. and animated was, indeed, the aspect of the forum of pompeii at that time! along its broad pavement, composed of large flags of marble, were assembled various groups, conversing in that energetic fashion which appropriates a gesture to every word, and which is still the characteristic of the people of the south. here, in seven stalls on one side the colonnade, sat the money-changers, with their glittering heaps before them, and merchants and seamen in various costumes crowding round their stalls. on one side, several men in long togas were seen bustling rapidly up to a stately edifice, where the magistrates administered justice—these were the lawyers, active, chattering, joking, and punning, as you may find them at this day in westminster. in the centre of the space, pedestals supported various statues, of which the most remarkable was the stately form of cicero. around the court ran a regular and symmetrical colonnade of doric architecture; and there several, whose business drew them early to the place, were taking the slight morning repast which made an italian breakfast, talking vehemently on the earthquake of the preceding night as they dipped pieces of bread in their cups of diluted wine. in the open space, too, you might perceive various petty traders exercising the arts of their calling. here one man was holding out ribands to a fair dame from the country; another man was vaunting to a stout farmer the excellence of his shoes; a third, a kind of stall-restaurateur, still so common in the italian cities, was supplying many a hungry mouth with hot messes from his small and itinerant stove, while—contrast strongly typical of the mingled bustle and intellect of the time—close by, a schoolmaster was expounding to his puzzled pupils the elements of the latin grammar.' a gallery above the portico, which was ascended by small wooden staircases, had also its throng; though, as here the immediate business of the place was mainly carried on, its groups wore a more quiet and serious air.

every now and then the crowd below respectfully gave way as some senator swept along to the temple of jupiter (which filled up one side of the forum, and was the senators' hall of meeting), nodding with ostentatious condescension to such of his friends or clients as he distinguished amongst the throng. mingling amidst the gay dresses of the better orders you saw the hardy forms of the neighboring farmers, as they made their way to the public granaries. hard by the temple you caught a view of the triumphal arch, and the long street beyond swarming with inhabitants; in one of the niches of the arch a fountain played, cheerily sparkling in the sunbeams; and above its cornice rose the bronzed and equestrian statue of caligula, strongly contrasting the gay summer skies. behind the stalls of the money-changers was that building now called the pantheon; and a crowd of the poorer pompeians passed through the small vestibule which admitted to the interior, with panniers under their arms, pressing on towards a platform, placed between two columns, where such provisions as the priests had rescued from sacrifice were exposed for sale.

at one of the public edifices appropriated to the business of the city, workmen were employed upon the columns, and you heard the noise of their labor every now and then rising above the hum of the multitude: the columns are unfinished to this day!

all, then, united, nothing could exceed in variety the costumes, the ranks, the manners, the occupations of the crowd—nothing could exceed the bustle, the gaiety, the animation—where pleasure and commerce, idleness and labor, avarice and ambition, mingled in one gulf their motley rushing, yet harmonius, streams.

facing the steps of the temple of jupiter, with folded arms, and a knit and contemptuous brow, stood a man of about fifty years of age. his dress was remarkably plain—not so much from its material, as from the absence of all those ornaments which were worn by the pompeians of every rank—partly from the love of show, partly, also, because they were chiefly wrought into those shapes deemed most efficacious in resisting the assaults of magic and the influence of the evil eye. his forehead was high and bald; the few locks that remained at the back of the head were concealed by a sort of cowl, which made a part of his cloak, to be raised or lowered at pleasure, and was now drawn half-way over the head, as a protection from the rays of the sun. the color of his garments was brown, no popular hue with the pompeians; all the usual admixtures of scarlet or purple seemed carefully excluded. his belt, or girdle, contained a small receptacle for ink, which hooked on to the girdle, a stilus (or implement of writing), and tablets of no ordinary size. what was rather remarkable, the cincture held no purse, which was the almost indispensable appurtenance of the girdle, even when that purse had the misfortune to be empty!

it was not often that the gay and egotistical pompeians busied themselves with observing the countenances and actions of their neighbors; but there was that in the lip and eye of this bystander so remarkably bitter and disdainful, as he surveyed the religious procession sweeping up the stairs of the temple, that it could not fail to arrest the notice of many.

'who is yon cynic?' asked a merchant of his companion, a jeweller.

'it is olinthus,' replied the jeweller; 'a reputed nazarene.'

the merchant shuddered. 'a dread sect!' said he, in a whispered and fearful voice. 'it is said that when they meet at nights they always commence their ceremonies by the murder of a new-born babe; they profess a community of goods, too—the wretches! a community of goods! what would become of merchants, or jewellers either, if such notions were in fashion?'

'that is very true,' said the jeweller; 'besides, they wear no jewels—they mutter imprecations when they see a serpent; and at pompeii all our ornaments are serpentine.'

'do but observe,' said a third, who was a fabricant of bronze, 'how yon nazarene scowls at the piety of the sacrificial procession. he is murmuring curses on the temple, be sure. do you know, celcinus, that this fellow, passing by my shop the other day, and seeing me employed on a statue of minerva, told me with a frown that, had it been marble, he would have broken it; but the bronze was too strong for him. "break a goddess!" said i. "a goddess!" answered the atheist; "it is a demon—an evil spirit!" then he passed on his way cursing. are such things to be borne? what marvel that the earth heaved so fearfully last night, anxious to reject the atheist from her bosom?—an atheist, do i say? worse still—a scorner of the fine arts! woe to us fabricants of bronze, if such fellows as this give the law to society!'

'these are the incendiaries that burnt rome under nero,' groaned the jeweller.

while such were the friendly remarks provoked by the air and faith of the nazarene, olinthus himself became sensible of the effect he was producing; he turned his eyes round, and observed the intent faces of the accumulating throng, whispering as they gazed; and surveying them for a moment with an expression, first of defiance and afterwards of compassion, he gathered his cloak round him and passed on, muttering audibly, 'deluded idolaters!—did not last night's convulsion warn ye? alas! how will ye meet the last day?'

the crowd that heard these boding words gave them different interpretations, according to their different shades of ignorance and of fear; all, however, concurred in imagining them to convey some awful imprecation. they regarded the christian as the enemy of mankind; the epithets they lavished upon him, of which 'atheist' was the most favored and frequent, may serve, perhaps, to warn us, believers of that same creed now triumphant, how we indulge the persecution of opinion olinthus then underwent, and how we apply to those whose notions differ from our own the terms at that day lavished on the fathers of our faith.

as olinthus stalked through the crowd, and gained one of the more private places of egress from the forum, he perceived gazing upon him a pale and earnest countenance, which he was not slow to recognize.

wrapped in a pallium that partially concealed his sacred robes, the young apaecides surveyed the disciple of that new and mysterious creed, to which at one time he had been half a convert.

'is he, too, an impostor? does this man, so plain and simple in life, in garb, in mien—does he too, like arbaces, make austerity the robe of the sensualist? does the veil of vesta hide the vices of the prostitute?'

olinthus, accustomed to men of all classes, and combining with the enthusiasm of his faith a profound experience of his kind, guessed, perhaps, by the index of the countenance, something of what passed within the breast of the priest. he met the survey of apaecides with a steady eye, and a brow of serene and open candour.

'peace be with thee!' said he, saluting apaecides.

'peace!' echoed the priest, in so hollow a tone that it went at once to the heart of the nazarene.

'in that wish,' continued olinthus, 'all good things are combined—without virtue thou canst not have peace. like the rainbow, peace rests upon the earth, but its arch is lost in heaven. heaven bathes it in hues of light—it springs up amidst tears and clouds—it is a reflection of the eternal sun—it is an assurance of calm—it is the sign of a great covenant between man and god. such peace, o young man! is the smile of the soul; it is an emanation from the distant orb of immortal light. peace be with you!'

'alas!' began apaecides, when he caught the gaze of the curious loiterers, inquisitive to know what could possibly be the theme of conversation between a reputed nazarene and a priest of isis. he stopped short, and then added in a low tone: 'we cannot converse here, i will follow thee to the banks of the river; there is a walk which at this time is usually deserted and solitary.'

olinthus bowed assent. he passed through the streets with a hasty step, but a quick and observant eye. every now and then he exchanged a significant glance, a slight sign, with some passenger, whose garb usually betokened the wearer to belong to the humbler classes; for christianity was in this the type of all other and less mighty revolutions—the grain of mustard-seed was in the heart of the lowly. amidst the huts of poverty and labor, the vast stream which afterwards poured its broad waters beside the cities and palaces of earth took its neglected source.