The Innocents Abroad


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district" in one of our cities, and if there had been any charred  
timbers, shattered windows, heaps of debris, and general blackness and  
smokiness about the place, the resemblance would have been perfect. But  
no--the sun shines as brightly down on old Pompeii to-day as it did when  
Christ was born in Bethlehem, and its streets are cleaner a hundred  
times than ever Pompeiian saw them in her prime. I know whereof I  
speak--for in the great, chief thoroughfares (Merchant street and the  
Street of Fortune) have I not seen with my own eyes how for two hundred  
years at least the pavements were not repaired!--how ruts five and even  
ten inches deep were worn into the thick flagstones by the  
chariot-wheels of generations of swindled tax-payers? And do I not know  
by these signs that Street Commissioners of Pompeii never attended to  
their business, and that if they never mended the pavements they never  
cleaned them? And, besides, is it not the inborn nature of Street  
Commissioners to avoid their duty whenever they get a chance? I wish I  
knew the name of the last one that held office in Pompeii so that I  
could give him a blast. I speak with feeling on this subject, because I  
caught my foot in one of those ruts, and the sadness that came over me  
when I saw the first poor skeleton, with ashes and lava sticking to it,  
was tempered by the reflection that may be that party was the Street  
Commissioner.  
No--Pompeii is no longer a buried city. It is a city of hundreds and  
hundreds of roofless houses, and a tangled maze of streets where one  
could easily get lost, without a guide, and have to sleep in some ghostly  
palace that had known no living tenant since that awful November night of  
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