Naples. It is described by
S.R. Forbes, in his _Rambles in Naples_, as follows:

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It is a mosaic table of square shape, fixed in a strong
wooden frame. The ground is of grey green stone, in the
middle of which is a human skull, made of white, grey, and
black colors. In appearance the skull is quite natural. The
eyes, nostrils, teeth, ears, and coronal are all well
executed. Above the skull is a level of colored wood, the
points being of brass; and from the top to the point, by a
white thread, is suspended a plumb-line. Below the skull is
a wheel of six spokes, and on the upper rim of the wheel
there is a butterfly with wings of red, edged with yellow;
its eyes blue.... On the left is an upright spear, resting on
the ground; from this there hangs, attached to a golden cord,
a garment of scarlet, also a purple robe; whilst the upper
part of the spear is surrounded by a white braid of diamond
pattern. To the right is a gnarled thorn stick, from which
hangs a coarse, shaggy piece of cloth in yellow, grey, and
brown colors, tied with a ribbon; and above it is a leather
knapsack.... Evidently this work of art, by its composition,
is mystical and symbolical.
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No doubt; and for those who know the meaning of these emblems there is
a feeling of kinship with those men, long since fallen into dust, who
gathered about such an altar. They wrought out in this work of art
their vision of the old-worn pilgrim way of life, with its vicissitude
and care, the level of mortality to which all are brought at last by
death, and the winged, fluttering hope of man. Always a journey with
its horny staff and wallet, life is sometimes a battle needing a
spear, but for him who walks uprightly by the plumb-line of rectitude,
there is a true and victorious hope at the end.

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Of wounds and sore defeat
I made my battle stay,
Winged sandals for my feet
I wove of my delay.
Of weariness and fear
I made a shouting spear,
Of loss and doubt and dread
And swift on-coming doom
I made a helmet for my head,
And a waving plume.
P/

III

Christianity, whose Founder was a Carpenter, made a mighty appeal to
the working classes of Rome. As Deissmann and Harnack have shown, the
secret of its expansion in the early years was that it came down to
the man in the street with its message of hope and joy. Its appeal was
hardly heard in high places,