[Footnote K: M. Campfleury has reproduced this design in his very curious book on Antique Caricature.]
IX.
THE ERUPTION.
THE DELUGE OF ASHES.—THE
DELUGE OF FIRE.—THE FLIGHT OF THE
POMPEIANS.—THE
PREOCCUPATIONS OF THE POMPEIAN WOMEN.—THE
VICTIMS:
THE FAMILY OF DIOMED;
THE SENTINEL; THE WOMAN WALLED UP IN A TOMB;
THE PRIEST OF ISIS;
THE LOVERS CLINGING TOGETHER, ETC.—THE
SKELETONS.—THE
DEAD BODIES MOULDED BY VESUVIUS.
It was during one of these festivals, on the 23d of November, 79, that the terrible eruption which overwhelmed the city burst forth. The testimony of the ancients, the ruins of Pompeii, the layers upon layers of ashes and scoriae that covered it, the skeletons surprised in attitudes of agony or death, all concur to tell us of the catastrophe. The imagination can add nothing to it: the picture is there before our eyes; we are present at the scene; we behold it. Seated in the amphitheatre, we take to flight at the first convulsions, at the first lurid flashes which announce the conflagration and the crumbling of the mountain. The ground is shaken repeatedly; and something like a whirlwind of dust, that grows thicker and thicker, has gone rushing and spinning across the heavens. For some days past there has been talk of gigantic forms, which, sometimes on the mountain and sometimes in the plain, swept through the air; they are up again now, and rear themselves to their whole height in the eddies of smoke, from amid which is heard a strange sound, a fearful moaning followed by claps of thunder that crash down, peal on peal. Night, too, has come on—a night of horror; enormous flames kindle the darkness like the blaze of a furnace. People scream, out in the streets, “Vesuvius is on fire!”