The Innocents Abroad


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beyond the fountain is a reception-room, then a little garden,  
dining-room, and so forth and so on. The floors were all mosaic, the  
walls were stuccoed, or frescoed, or ornamented with bas-reliefs, and  
here and there were statues, large and small, and little fish-pools, and  
cascades of sparkling water that sprang from secret places in the  
colonnade of handsome pillars that surrounded the court, and kept the  
flower-beds fresh and the air cool. Those Pompeiians were very  
luxurious in their tastes and habits. The most exquisite bronzes we  
have seen in Europe, came from the exhumed cities of Herculaneum and  
Pompeii, and also the finest cameos and the most delicate engravings on  
precious stones; their pictures, eighteen or nineteen centuries old, are  
often much more pleasing than the celebrated rubbish of the old masters  
of three centuries ago. They were well up in art. From the creation of  
these works of the first, clear up to the eleventh century, art seems  
hardly to have existed at all--at least no remnants of it are left--and  
it was curious to see how far (in some things, at any rate,) these old  
time pagans excelled the remote generations of masters that came after  
them. The pride of the world in sculptures seem to be the Laocoon and  
the Dying Gladiator, in Rome. They are as old as Pompeii, were dug from  
the earth like Pompeii; but their exact age or who made them can only be  
conjectured. But worn, and cracked, without a history, and with the  
blemishing stains of numberless centuries upon them, they still mutely  
mock at all efforts to rival their perfections.  
It was a quaint and curious pastime, wandering through this old silent  
city of the dead--lounging through utterly deserted streets where  
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