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Groaning, supported by his faithful Lorenzo's ararden Some months had passed

since the suppression of the order of the Jesuits--how had these few

ed poor Clement! Where was the peace and cheerfulness of

his face, where was the sublie of his body--where was it all?

Tre, shattered, with distorted features, and with dull,

half-closed eyes, crawled he about with groans, his brorinkled, his

lips compressed by pain and inward sorrow

No one dared to remain with him; he spoke to no one But Lorenzo was yet

sometimes able to drive away the clouds from his brow, and to recall a

faint smile to his thin pale lips

He had also to-day succeeded in this, and for the first ti to his prayers, consented to a walk in

the garden of the Quirinal

"This air refreshess a renewed vital power and caused the

blood to flow ularly

fortunate day for me, and I will make the most of it Come, ill

repair to our Franciscan Place!"

"That is an adhted "If your holiness

can reach it, you will recover your health, and all will again be well"

Ganganelli sighed, and glanced toward heaven with a sad smile

"Health!" said he "Ah, Lorenzo, that word reel has driven ain"

"Say not so!" begged Lorenzo, secretly wiping a tear from his cheek