End of the world -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-first century -- Fiction
the spectre of all that was sordid, mechanic and base in the commercial
republics.
The plague had come to Athens. Hundreds of English residents returned
to their own country. Raymond’s beloved Athenians, the free, the noble
people of the divinest town in Greece, fell like ripe corn before the
merciless sickle of the adversary. Its pleasant places were deserted;
its temples and palaces were converted into tombs; its energies, bent
before towards the highest objects of human ambition, were now forced
to converge to one point, the guarding against the innumerous arrows of
the plague.
At any other time this disaster would have excited extreme compassion
among us; but it was now passed over, while each mind was engaged by
the coming controversy. It was not so with me; and the question of rank
and right dwindled to insignificance in my eyes, when I pictured the
scene of suffering Athens. I heard of the death of only sons; of wives
and husbands most devoted; of the rending of ties twisted with the
heart’s fibres, of friend losing friend, and young mothers mourning for
their first born; and these moving incidents were grouped and painted
in my mind by the knowledge of the persons, by my esteem and affection
for the sufferers. It was the admirers, friends, fellow soldiers of
Raymond, families that had welcomed Perdita to Greece, and lamented
with her the loss of her lord, that were swept away, and went to dwell
with them in the undistinguishing tomb.
The plague at Athens had been preceded and caused by the contagion from
the East; and the scene of havoc and death continued to be acted there,
on a scale of fearful magnitude. A hope that the visitation of the
present year would prove the last, kept up the spirits of the merchants
connected with these countries; but the inhabitants were driven to
despair, or to a resignation which, arising from fanaticism, assumed
the same dark hue. America had also received the taint; and, were it
yellow fever or plague, the epidemic was gifted with a virulence before
unfelt. The devastation was not confined to the towns, but spread
throughout the country; the hunter died in the woods, the peasant in
the corn-fields, and the fisher on his native waters.
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