BOOK THE FIFTH

THE DREAM OF ARBACES A VISITOR AND A WARNING TO THE EGYPTIAN

THE awful night preceding the fierce joy of the amphitheater rolled drearily away, and gayly broke forth the dawn of THE LAST DAY OF POMPEI! The air was uncommonly calm and sultry a thin and dull mist gathered over the valleys and hollows of the broad Campanian fields. But yet it was remarked in surprise by the early fishermen, that, despite the exceeding stillness of the atmosphere, the waves of the sea were agitated, and seemed, as it were, to run disturbedly back from the shore; while along the blue and stately Sarnus, whose ancient breadth of channel the traveler now vainly seeks to discover, there crept a hoarse and sullen murmur as it glided by the laughing plain, and the gaudy villas of the wealthy citizens. Clear above the low mist rose the time-worn towers of the immemorial town, the red-tiled roofs of the bright streets, the solemn columns of many temples, and the statue-crowned portals of the Forum and the Arch of Triumph. Far in the distance, the outline of the circling hills soared above the vapors, and mingled with the changeful hues of the morning sky. The cloud that had so long rested over the crest of Vesuvius had suddenly vanished, and its rugged and haughty brow looked without a frown over the beautiful scenes below.

Despite the earliness of the hour, the gates of the city were already opened. Horseman upon horseman,vehicle after vehicle, poured rapidly in; and the voices of numerous pedestrian groups, clad in holiday attire, rose high in joyous and excited merriment ; the streets were crowded with citizens and strangers from the populous neighborhood of Pompeii ; and noisily fast confusedly swept the many streams of life toward the fatal show.

Despite the vast size of the amphitheater, seemingly so disproportioned to the extent of the city, and formed to include nearly the whole population of Pompeii itself, so great, on extraordinary occasions, was the concourse of strangers from all parts of Campania, that the space before it was usually crowded for several hours previous to the commencement of the sports, by such persons as were not entitled by their rank to appointed and especial seats. And the intense curiosity which the trial and sentence of two criminals so remarkable had occasioned, increased the crowd on this day to an extent wholly unprecedented.

While the common people, with the lively vehemence of their Campanian blood, were thus pushing, scrambling, hurrying on yet, amid all their eagerness, preserving, as is now the wont with Italians in such meetings, a wonderful order and unquarrelsome good-humor a strange visitor to Arbaces was threading her way to his sequestered mansion. At the sight of her quaint and primeval garb of her wild gait and gestures the passengers she encountered touched each other and smiled; but as they caught a glimpse of her countenance, the mirth was hushed at once, for the face was as the face of the dead; and, what with the ghastly features and obsolete robes of the stranger, it seemed as if one long entombed had risen once more among the living. In silence and awe each group gave way as she passed along, and she soon gained the broad porch of the Egyptian's palace.

The back porter, like the rest of the world, astir at an unusual hour, started as he opened the door to her summons.

The sleep of the Egyptian had been unusually profound during the night; but as the dawn approached, it was disturbed by strange and unquiet dreams, which impressed him the more as they were colored by the peculiar philosophy he embraced.

He thought that he was transported to the bowels of the earth, and that he stood alone in a mighty cavern by enormous columns of rough and primeval rock, lost, as they ascended, in the vastness of a shadow athwart whose eternal darkness no beam of day had ever glanced. And in the space between these columns were huge wheels that whirled round and round unceasingly, and with a rushing and roaring noise. Only to the right and left extremities of the cavern, the space between the pillars was left bare, and the apertures stretched away into galleries not wholly dark, but dimly lighted by wandering and erratic fires, that meteor-like, now crept (as the snake creeps) along the rugged and dank soil; and now leaped fiercely to and fro, darting across the vast gloom in wild gambols suddenly disappearing, and as suddenly bursting into tenfold brilliancy and power. And while he gazed wonderingly upon the gallery to the left, thin, mist-like, aerial shapes passed slowly up ; and when they had gained the hall they seemed to rise aloft, and to vanish, as the smoke vanishes, in the measureless ascent.

He turned in fear toward the opposite extremity and behold! there came swiftly, from the gloom above, similar shadows, which swept hurriedly along the gallery to the right as if borne involuntarily adown the tides of some invisible stream; and the faces of. these spectres were more distinct than those that emerged from the opposite passage; and on some was joy, and on others sorrow some were vivid with expectation and hope, some unutterably dejected by awe and horror. And so they passed swift and constantly on, till the eyes of the gazer grew dizzy and blinded with the whirl of an ever-varying, succession of things impelled by a power apparently not their own.

Arbaces turned away; and in the recess of the hall be saw the mighty form of a giantess seated upon a pile of skulls, and her hands were busy upon a pale and shadowy woof; and he saw that the woof communicated with the numberless wheels, as if it guided the machinery of their movements. He thought his feet, by some secret agency, were impelled toward the female, and that he was borne onward till he stood before her, face to face. The countenance of the giantess was solemn and hushed, and beautifully serene. It was as the face of some colossal sculpture of his own ancestral sphinx. No passion no human emotion, disturbed its brooding and unwrinkled brow ; there was neither sadness, nor joy, nor memory, nor hope; it was free from all with which the wild human heart can sympathize. The mystery of mysteries rested on its beauty it awed, but terrified not; it was the Incarnation of the Sublime. And Arbaces felt the voice leave his lips, without an impulse of his own; and the voice asked:

Who art thou, and what is thy task ?"

I am That which thou hast acknowledged," answered, without desisting from its work, the mighty phantom.

My name is NATURE! These are the wheels of the world, and my hand guides them for the life of all things."

And what," said the voice of Arbaces, "are these galleries, that, strangely and fitfully illumined, stretch on either hand into the abyss of gloom?"

That," answered the giant-mother, which thou beholdest to the left, is the gallery of the Unborn. The shadows that flit onward and upward into the world, are the souls that pass from the long eternity of being to their destined pilgrimage on earth. That which thou beholdest to thy right, wherein the shadows descending from above sweep on, equally unknown and dim, is the gallery of the Dead!"

" And, wherefore," said the voice of Arbaces, " yon wandering lights, that so wildly break the darkness; but only break, not reveal?

Dark fool of the human sciences! dreamer of the stars, and would-be decipherer of the heart and origin of things! those lights are but the glimmerings of such knowledge as is vouchsafed to Nature to work her way, to trace enough of the past and future to give providence to her designs. Judge, then, puppet as thou art, what lights are reserved for thee!"

Arbaces felt himself tremble as he asked again, Wherefore am I here?"

"It is the forecast of thy soul the prescience of thy rushing doom the shadow of thy fate lengthening into eternity as it declines from earth."

Ere he could answer, Arbaces felt a rushing WIND sweep down the cavern, as the winds of a giant god. Borne aloft from the ground, and whirled on high as a leaf in the storms of autumn, he beheld himself in the midst of the Spectres of the Dead, and hurrying with them along the length of gloom. As in vain and impotent despair he struggled against the impelling power, he thought the WIND grew into something like a shape a spectral outline of the wings and talons of an eagle, with limbs floating far and indistinctly along the air, and eyes that, alone clearly and vividly seen, glared stonily and remorselessly on his own.

"What art thou?" again said the voice of the Egyptian.

"I am That which thou hast acknowledged ;" and the spectre laughed aloud and my name is NECESSITY.

To what dost thou bear me?"

To the Unknown."

To happiness or to woe?"

As thou hast sown, so shalt thou reap."

"Dread thing, not so! If thou art the Ruler of life, thine are thy misdeeds, not mine."

"I am but the breath of God !" answered the mighty WIND.

Then is my wisdom in vain?" groaned the dreamer.

The husbandman accuses not fate, when, having sown thistles, he reaps not corn. Thou hast sown crime, accuse not fate if thou reapest not the harvest of virtue."

The scene suddenly changed. Arbaces was in a place of human bones; and lo! in the midst of them was a skull, and the skull, still retaining its fleshless hollows, assumed slowly, and in the mysterious confusion of a dream, the face of Ap cides; and forth from the grinning jaws there crept a small worm, and it crawled to the feet of Arbaces. He attempted to stamp on it and crush it; but it became longer and larger with that attempt. It swelled and bloated until it grew into a vast serpent; it coiled itself round the limbs of Arbaces ; it crunched his bones ; it raised its glaring eyes and poisonous jaws to his face. He writhed in vain ; he withered he gasped beneath the influence of the blighting breath he felt himself blasted into death. And then a voice came from the reptile, which still bore the face of Ap cides, and rang in his reeling ear:

"THY VICTIM IS THY JUDGE ! THE WORM THOU WOULDST CRUSH BECOMES THE SERPENT THAT DEVOURS THEE !"

With a shriek of wrath, and woe, and despairing resistance, Arbaces awoke his hair on end his brow bathed in dew his eyes glazed and staring his mighty frame quivering, as an infant's beneath the agony of that dream. He awoke he collected himself he blessed the gods whom he disbelieved, that he was in a dream he turned his eyes from side to side he saw the dawning light break through his small but lofty window he was in the Precincts of Day he rejoiced--he smiled his eyes fell, and opposite to him he beheld the ghastly features, the lifeless eye, the livid lip of the Hag of Vesuvius!