Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra; a tale of the Roman Empire in the days of the Emperor Aurelian . nterspersed, as I have already said, with 20 ZENOBIA, QXIEEN OF PALMYRA. multitudes of overshadowing palm-trees, perfectly filled andsatisfied my sense of beauty, and made me feel, for the mo-ment, as if in such a scene I should love to dwell, and thereend my days. Nor was I alone in these transports of de-light. All my fellow-travellers seemed equally affected;and from the native Palmyrenes, of whom there were manyamong us, the most impassioned and boastful exclamationsbroke forth. What is Eome to this
Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra; a tale of the Roman Empire in the days of the Emperor Aurelian . nterspersed, as I have already said, with 20 ZENOBIA, QXIEEN OF PALMYRA. multitudes of overshadowing palm-trees, perfectly filled andsatisfied my sense of beauty, and made me feel, for the mo-ment, as if in such a scene I should love to dwell, and thereend my days. Nor was I alone in these transports of de-light. All my fellow-travellers seemed equally affected;and from the native Palmyrenes, of whom there were manyamong us, the most impassioned and boastful exclamationsbroke forth. What is Eome to this ? they cried: For-tune is not constant. Why may not Palmyra be whatEome has been,— mistress of the world? Who more fit torule than the great Zenobia ? A few years may see greatchanges. Who can tell what shall come to pass ? These,and many such sayings, were uttered by those around me,accompanied by many significant gestures and glances of theeye. I thought of them afterwards. We now descendedthe hill, and the long line of our caravan moved on towardthe city. Circular Temple, FAUSTAS HOME. 21 LETTER IL faustas home. A Palmyrene Home. — The Slaves. — Gracchus. — Fausta.—The Purpose op Pisos Journey. — A Lost Brother. — TheDoubts oe Gracchus. IFEAE lest the length of my first letter may have fa-tigued you, my Curtius, knowing, as I so well do, howyou esteem brevity. I hope at this time not to try yourpatience. But however I may weary or vex you by mygarrulity, I am sure of a patient and indulgent reader in thedear Lucilia, to whom I would now first of all commendmyself. I salute her, and with her the little Gallus. Mywriting to you is a sufficient proof that I myself am well. By reason of our delaying so long on that little hill, andat other points, for the sake of drinking in full draughts ofthe unrivalled beauty which lay spread over all the scenerywithin the scope of our vision, we did not approach thewalls of the city till the last rays of the sun were
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