Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1853-11-02


In digging out the ruins OF Pompeil, every turn
of the spade brings up some relic of the ancient
life, some witness of Imperial LUXURY For far the
greater part, these relics have " cuEous M
terest; they belong to archaeology end find appro.
pirate resting places in historical museums. But
there are some exceptions. Here, for instance,
the excavator drops, an unlimited guest, upon the
banouet--there, he especially obtrudeS himself
intb a tomb. Insone place he finds a.mirSer cow
ering on his heaps-another shows him bones of
dancing girls and broken instruments OF music ly-
ing on the marble hoT. In the midst OF painted
chambers, baths, halls, columns fountains among
the splendid evidences of material aHealth--hts7
sometimes SIumOles upon a. simple incident,
toue amau story, such asstIikeS the hp1agi
ton and suggests the mourn OF the great
disasteT-as the sudden sightoI wounded soldier
coniuresup the horrors of field OF battle. Such,
to oufsmind isthe latest discovery of the excaya-
tors in fms laEcholy field 1t agIoup q sEeIja
elohs In the act OF flight, accompanied bya dog
There are three human being, one ofthem young
girl, with gold rings and Jewels still on her fingers
The fugitiyes had bags of gold and silver with
them, snatched up no doubt IN haste and darkness.
But the fiery Aood was on their track, and vain
their wealth, their flight. the age OF one and the.
youth oftthe other. The burning lava rolled above
them and beyond; and the faithful dog turned
back to share the fortunes ot'lts mlstreSs-dylng
at her SIDE. ra4sJ =
Seen by the light of such an incident, how Wv
idly that night of horrors looms upon the seHse!-
Does not imagination picture that little gTonp IN
their own house, by the side of their evening toun
tain, languidly chatting over the days events and
of the unusual HEATH Does it not hear with Them
thegtrouhled swell of the waters in the bay-see'
as they do, how the night comes down in sudden
stlangeness, how the sky opens over head and
flames break out, while scorise, sand and molten
rocks come pouring down. What movement,
| what emotion, what surprise! The scene grows
| darker every instant-the hollow monotone oil the
bay is lifted into yels and shrieksthe. air grows
thick with dust and hot with flames-and at the
mountains foot is heard the deadly roll OF the IL
quid lava. Jewels, household gods, gold and sill
yer CONS, are Sratched up in an lnstaCt. No tune
to say fnrewell darkness in front and fire behind
they rush in the StTeets-sreets choked with fall
ing houses and flying citizens. How 6nd the way
through passages no longer outlets?-contusion'
danger, darkness, uproar eyUIywhere;-the shouts
of parted friends, the agony Of men struck down
by falling cOlumns;--iear, madness, and despair
unchange ;-here, Perjury, clutchlng gold 1t can
} not keep-thete, Gluttony, feeding on its final
meal and PhrenEy striking in the dark to torestal
death. Through all, fancy heaIs. the young glrls
scIeamS-the fire is on her ieweled hand. No'llme
for thought-no pause-the foods roll son--and
wisdom, beauty, age and youth, with the stories o.
their love, their hopes, their rank, wealth, great
nesS-all the ouce af1uent ife-nTe gone forever
When unearthed, after many ages, the nameIeSs
group has no other Importance 10 mankind than al
may serve t'to point out moral or adorn tale
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