The Last Days of Pompeii
by Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton
part of the Pompeii Series

Can thy gods, whosoever they be, look with wrath on a conflict with such as these, and in such a cause ? Oh, my father, wherever the powers above gaze down on earth, they behold no duty so sacred, so sanctifying, as the sacrifice offered to all aged parent by the piety of a grateful son !"

The poor old slave, himself deprived of the lights of knowledge, and only late a convert to the Christian faith, knew not with what arguments to enlighten an ignorance at once so dark, and yet so beautiful in its error. His first impulse was to throw himself on his son's breast his next to start away to wring his hands; and in the attempt to reprove, his broken voice lost itself in weeping.

And if," resumed Lydon, "if thy Deity (methinks thou wilt own but one?) be indeed that benevolent and pitying Power which thou assertest Him to be, He will know also that thy very faith in Him first confirmed me in that determination thou blamest."

How! what mean you?" said the slave.

Why, thou knowest that I, sold in my childhood as a slave, was set free at Rome by the will of my master, whom I had been fortunate enough to please. I hastened to Pompeii to see thee I found thee already aged and infirm, under the yoke of a capricious and pampered lord thou hadst lately adopted this new faith, and its adoption made thy slavery doubly painful to thee: it took away all the softening charm of custom, which reconciles us so often to the worst. Didst thou not complain to me, that thou wert compelled to offices that were not odious to thee as a slave, but guilty as a Nazarene? Didst thou not tell me that thy soul shook with remorse when thou wert compelled to place even a crumb of cake before the Lares that watch over yon impluvium? that thy soul was torn by a perpetual struggle? Didst thou not tell me, that even by pouring wine before the threshold, and calling on the name of some Grecian deity, thou didst fear thou wert incurring penalties worse than those of Tantalus, all eternity of tortures more terrible than those of the Tartarian fields? Didst thou not tell me this? I wondered, I could not comprehend: nor, by Hercules! call I now: but I was thy soil, and my sole task was to compassionate and relieve. Could I hear thy groans, could I witness thy mysterious horrors, thy constant anguish, and remain inactive ? No! by the immortal gods ! the thought struck me like light from Olympus ! I had no money, but I had strength and youth these were thy gifts I could sell these in my turn for thee! I learned the amount of thy ransom-I learned that the usual prize of a victorious gladiator would doubly pay it. I became a gladiator I linked myself with those accursed men, scorning, loathing, while I joined I acquired their skill blessed be the lesson it shall teach me to free my father!"

"Oh, that thou couldst hear Olinthus !" sighed the old man, more and more affected by the virtue of his son, but not less strongly convinced of the criminality of his purpose.

I will hear the whole world talk, if thou wilt," answered the gladiator, gayly ; but not till thou art a slave no more. Beneath thy own roof, my father, thou shalt puzzle this dull brain all day long, ay, and all night too, if it gives thee pleasure. 0h, such a spot as I have chalked out for thee ! it is one of the nine hundred and ninety-nine shops of old Julia Felix, in the sunny part of the city, where thou mayst bask before the door in the day and I will sell the oil and the wine for thee, my father and then, please Venus (or if it does not please her, since thou lovest not her name, it is all one to Lydon) then I say, perhaps thou mayst have a daughter, too, to tend thy gray hairs, and hear shrill voices at thy knee, that shall call thee Lydon's father !' Ah ! we shall be so happy the prize can purchase all. Cheer thee! cheer up, my sire; and now I must away day wears the lanista waits me. Come! thy blessing!"

As Lydon thus spoke, he had already quitted the dark chamber of his father; and speaking eagerly, though in a whispered tone, they now stood at the same place in which we introduced the porter at his post. " O bless thee ! bless thee, my brave boy !" said Medon, fervently; "and may the, great Power that reads all hearts see the nobleness of thine, and forgive its error!

The tall shape of the gladiator passed swiftly down the path ; the eyes of the slave followed its light but stately steps, till the last glimpse was gone : and then sinking once more on his seat, his eyes again fastened themselves on the ground. His form, mute and unmoving, as a thing of stone. His heart who, in our happier age, can even imagine its struggles its commotion ?

May I enter?" said a sweet voice. Is thy mistress Julia within ?"

The slave mechanically motioned to the visitor to enter, but she who addressed him could not see the gesture she repeated her question timidly, but in a louder voice.

"Have I not told thee!" said the slave, peevishly; enter.'

Thanks," said the speaker, plaintively; and the slave, roused by the tone, looked up, and recognized the blind flower-girl. Sorrow call sympathize with affliction he raised himself, and guided her steps to the head of the adjacent staircase (by which you descended to Julia's apartment), where, summoning a female slave, he consigned to her the charge of the blind girl.