Neæra: A Tale of Ancient RomeGraham, John W. (John William), active 1886-1887
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Neæra: A Tale of Ancient Rome
Graham, John W. (John William), active 1886-1887
Rome -- History -- Empire, 30 B.C.-476 A.D. -- Fiction
Nor was the entertainment deemed sufficient of itself, but it must be
served in an apartment of splendour equal to the occasion. That of Apicius
did not aspire to the novelty and outlay brought to bear on the saloon of
Nero’s golden house of a few years later, which was constructed like a
theatre, with scenes which changed at every course. But, for a private
individual, of a period just launching fairly into degraded luxury, his
dining‐room was, perhaps, the most magnificent in the city.
Along with the cunning of workers in ivory and precious metals, the hand
of the painter and sculptor had adorned it with the best children of their
genius. In the centre of the apartment was placed the square dinner‐table,
which had the repute of costing the owner a fortune in itself. It was made
from the roots of the citron tree, whereby the perfection of beautiful
markings was obtained. It was highly polished, and the massive legs which
supported it were of ivory and gold, elaborately carved at the extremities
into the semblances of lions’ feet. On three sides of the table were
ranged three couches of the same costly workmanship. They were spread with
deeply‐fringed cloth of gold and cushions to match. The latter were to
assist the diners in their attitude, for the Roman reclined at full length
at his meals; and, while he reached for his food with his right hand to
the table, on a lower level than the couch, his left elbow and hand, aided
by the cushions, supported his head and upper part of his body in a
convenient lounging posture.
The knotty face of Torquatus involuntarily twisted into a grimace of
delight as he and his companions stretched themselves in their places
around the glittering table. The failing eyes of Pansa emitted a feeble
flash as they fell on the old jars of Falernian wine of the Opimian brand,
the most celebrated vintage of all, and perfectly priceless.
When all the diners were placed according to the marshalling of the slave
who acted as master of ceremonies, the slippers of each guest were drawn
off by their own domestics, who attended them to table. A company of
musicians struck up a slow measured strain, and the professional carver of
the establishment forthwith commenced to show his dexterity in dividing
the dressed viands to the beat of the music. Then the diners spread their
napkins of fine linen edged with gold fringe, and directing their servants
to set before them whatever delicacy they fancied, they forthwith gave
their utmost energy and attention to the business of the evening with a
zest as critical as keen.
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