Eleventh Evening"I will give you a picture of Pompeii," said the Moon. "I
was in the suburb in the Street of Tombs, as they call it, where
the fair monuments stand, in the spot where, ages ago, the merry
youths, their temples bound with rosy wreaths, danced with the fair
sisters of Lais. Now, the stillness of death reigned around. German
mercenaries, in the Neapolitan service, kept guard, played cards,
and diced; and a troop of strangers from beyond the mountains came
into the town, accompanied by a sentry. They wanted to see the city
that had risen from the grave illumined by my beams; and I showed
them the wheel-ruts in the streets paved with broad lava slabs; I
showed them the names on the doors, and the signs that hung there
yet: they saw in the little courtyard the basins o
