The Innocents Abroad


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eighteen centuries ago.  
We passed through the gate which faces the Mediterranean, (called the  
"Marine Gate,") and by the rusty, broken image of Minerva, still keeping  
tireless watch and ward over the possessions it was powerless to save,  
and went up a long street and stood in the broad court of the Forum of  
Justice. The floor was level and clean, and up and down either side was  
a noble colonnade of broken pillars, with their beautiful Ionic and  
Corinthian columns scattered about them. At the upper end were the  
vacant seats of the Judges, and behind them we descended into a dungeon  
where the ashes and cinders had found two prisoners chained on that  
memorable November night, and tortured them to death. How they must  
have  
tugged at the pitiless fetters as the fierce fires surged around them!  
Then we lounged through many and many a sumptuous private mansion  
which  
we could not have entered without a formal invitation in incomprehensible  
Latin, in the olden time, when the owners lived there--and we probably  
wouldn't have got it. These people built their houses a good deal alike.  
The floors were laid in fanciful figures wrought in mosaics of  
many-colored marbles. At the threshold your eyes fall upon a Latin  
sentence of welcome, sometimes, or a picture of a dog, with the legend  
"Beware of the Dog," and sometimes a picture of a bear or a faun with no  
inscription at all. Then you enter a sort of vestibule, where they used  
to keep the hat-rack, I suppose; next a room with a large marble basin  
in the midst and the pipes of a fountain; on either side are bedrooms;  
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