erward found that her death coincided exactly with the time
at which he had heard her voice.

A trip to the summit of Vesuvius is one of the principal attractions
for strangers who are visiting Naples. There is a fascination about that
awful slayer of cities which few can resist, and no less attractive
is the city of Pompeii, now largely laid bare after being buried for
eighteen centuries. We are indebted to Henry Haynie for the following
interesting description: "Once seen, it will never be forgotten. It is
full of suggestions. It kindles emotions that are worth the kindling,
and brings on dreams that are worth the dreaming. Of the three places
overwhelmed, Herculaneum, Pompeii and Stabiae, the last scarcely repays
excavation in one sense, and the first in another; but to watch the
diggers at Pompeii is fascinating, even when there is no reasonable
expectation of a find. Herculaneum was buried with lava, or rather with
tufa, and it is so very hard that the expense of uncovering of only a
small part of that city has been very great.

HOW POMPEII IMPRESSES ITS VISITORS

"Pompeii was smothered in ashes, however, and most of it is uncovered
now. But while there is much that is fascinating, and all of it is
instructive, there is nothing grand or awe-inspiring in the ruins of
Pompeii. No visitor stands breathless as in the great hall of Karnak or
in the once dreadful Coliseum at Rome, or dreams with sensuous delight
as before the Jasmine Court at Agra.

"The weirdness of the scene possesses us as a haunted chamber might. We
have before us the narrow lanes, paved with tufa, in which Roman wagon
wheels have worn deep ruts. We cross streets on stepping-stones which
sandaled feet ages ago polished. We see the wine shops with empty jars,
counters stained with liquor, stone mills where the wheat was ground,
and the very ovens in which bread was baked more than eighteen centuries
ago. 'Welcome' is offered us at one silent, broken doorway; at another
we are warned to 'Beware of the dog!' The painted figures,--some of
them so artistic and rich in colors that pictures of them are
disbelieved,--the mosaic pavements, the empty fountains, the altars and
household gods, the marble pillars and the small gardens are there just
as the owners left them. Some of the walls are scribbled over by the
small boys of Pompeii in strange characters which mock modern erudition.
In places we read the advertisements of gladiatorial shows, never to