CALENUS AND BURBO. DIOMED AND CLODIUS. THE GIRL OF THE AMPHITHEATRE AND JULIA.
THE sudden catastrophe which had, as it were, riven the very bonds of society, and left prisoner and jailer alike free, had soon rid Calenus of the guards to whose care the praetor had consigned him. And when the darkness and the crowd separated the priest from his attendants, he hastened with trembling steps towards the temple of his goddess. As he crept along, and ere the darkness was complete, he felt himself suddenly caught by the robe, and a voice muttered in his ear: 'Hist!--Calenus!--an awful hour!' 'Ay! by my father's head! Who art thou?--thy face is dim, and thy voice is strange. 'Not know thy Burbo?--fie!' 'Gods!--how the darkness gathers! Ho, ho!--by yon terrific mountain, what sudden blazes of
