Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1881-07-21
MIGHT IN POMPEII.
The Experience Of Being IN a City
Buried Centuries Ago.

ne experience OF DtlUb W S'hI
Buried Centuries Ago.
Cernhli MAGAZINE
On TO Pompeii in the clear sunset,
falling very lightly upon mountains.
islands. little ports, and indentations OF
the bay. From the railway station we
walked above half a mile 10 the Alder
60 del Sole under q lucid heaven OF
aqua-marine color, with Venus large
I'm II upon the border line between the
tints OF green and blue. The Albergo
del Sole Is worth concentrating. We
stepped, without the Intervention OF
courtyard OF entrance hall. straight
from the little inn-garden into an open,
yaulted room. This was divided into
two compartments. by a stout column
supporting round arches. wooden
CRATES furnished n kind OF fence be-
tween the atrium and what an old
POmpeian would have styled the tricli-
mum. For in the further part table
was laid for supper and lighted with
suspended lamps. And here a party OF
artists and students drank and talked
and smoked. A great live peacock,
half asleep and winking his eyes, sat
perched upon heavy ward. ODE watch
ing them. The outer chamber, where
we waited in arm-chairs, of ample
girth, had its loggid windows open to
the air. There were singing birds in
cages, and plants of rosemary, iris, and
arundO sprang carelessly from holes I'm
the floor. A huge vase filled to over
flowing with oranges and lemons, the
very symbol of generous prodigality,
stood in the midst, and several dogs
were lounging round. The outer twi-
light, blending with the dim sheen of
the lamps. softened this pretty scene
10 picturesqueness. Altogether il was
a strange and unexpected place. Much
experienced as the nineteenth century
nOmad may be i'm inns, he will rarely
receive a more powerful and refreshing
impression. entering one at evenfall,
than here. There was no room for us
in the inn. We were sent, attend.
Ell by boy with lantern.
through fields of dew-drenched
barley and folded peoples, 10 farm.
house overshadowed by four spreading
pines. Exceedingly soft and gray,
with rose.tinted welt Of steam upon its
summit, stood Vesuvius above us i'm
the twilight. Something in the recent
impression Of the dimly-lighted supper
room, and I'm the idyllic simplicity of
this lantern.lltten journey through the
barley, suggested by one Of those mex.
plicable STRINGS OF association which
often affect tired senses. dim, dreamy
thought Of Palestine and bible stories
The feeling Of the oeHdcolo blent here
with feelings OF Ruth's cOrn-felds, and
the white square houses. with their fiat
roofs, enforced the illusion. Here we
slept In the middle of n contddino colo
ny. Some Of the folk had made way
for US. and by the wheeling, coughing
and snoring OF several sorts and ages
In the chamber next me, imagined
they must have endured considerable
crowding. My bed was large enough
TO have contained a family. Over lis
head there was n little shrine, followed
In the thickness Of the wall, with sew
eral sacred emblems and n shallow case
OF holy water. On dressers at eacl
end OF the room stood glass shrines. oc
cupied by linely-dressed Madonna doll.
and pots Of artificial flowers. Above
the doors 81. Michael and Sc. Francis
roughly embossed in low relief ant
boldly painted. gave dignity and grand
eur To the walls. These showed som,
sense for art In the FIRST builders of Ia,
house. But the taste of the inhabi
tants could not be praised. There wer,
countless gsudy prints of saints, ant
exactly five pictures of the Bambino
very big and sprawling in a field alone
"A cruciiix. some old bottles, n gun, oil,
clothes suspended from pegs, pieces o.
peasant pottery and china, complete,
the furniture Of the apartment. Blu
what view II showed when Christian
next morning opened the dOorl From
my bed I looked across the red-tiled
terrace 10 the stone pines with theil
velvet roofage and the blue peaked
hills Of Stable.