It was not often that the gay and egotistical Pompeians busied
themselves with observing the countenances and actions of their
neighbors; but there was that in the lip and eye of this bystander so
remarkably bitter and disdainful, as he surveyed the religious
procession sweeping up the stairs of the temple, that it could not fail
to arrest the notice of many.
'Who is yon cynic?' asked a merchant of his companion, a jeweller.
'It is Olinthus,' replied the jeweller; 'a reputed Nazarene.'
The merchant shuddered. 'A dread sect!' said he, in a whispered and
fearful voice. 'It is said that when they meet at nights they always
commence their ceremonies by the murder of a new-born babe; they profess
a community of goods, too--the wretches! A community of goods! What
would become of merchants, or jewellers either, if such notions were in
fashion?'
'That is very true,' said the jeweller; 'besides, they wear no
jewels--they mutter imprecations when they see a serpent; and at Pompeii
all our ornaments are serpentine.'
'Do but observe,' said a third, who was a fabricant of bronze, 'how yon
Nazarene scowls at the piety of the sacrificial procession. He is
murmuring curses on the temple, be sure. Do you know, Celcinus, that
this fellow, passing by my shop the other day, and seeing me employed on
a statue of Minerva, told me with a frown that, had it been marble, he
would have broken it; but the bronze was too strong for him. "Break a
goddess!" said I. "A goddess!" answered the atheist; "it is a demon--an
evil spirit!" Then he passed on his way cursing. Are such things to be
borne? What marvel that the earth heaved so fearfully last night,
anxious to reject the atheist from her bosom?--An atheist, do I say?
worse still--a scorner of the Fine Arts! Woe to us fabricants of bronze,
if such fellows as this give the law to society!'
'These are the incendiaries that burnt Rome under Nero,' groaned the
jeweller.
While such were the friendly remarks provoked by the air and faith of
the Nazarene, Olinthus himself became sensible of the effect he was
producing; he turned his eyes round, and observed the intent faces of
the accumulating throng, whispering as they gazed; and surveying them
for a moment with an expression, first of defiance and afterwards of
compassion, he gathered his cloak round him and passed on, muttering
audibly, 'Deluded idolaters!--did not last night's convulsion warn ye?
Alas! how will ye meet the last day?'
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