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Lorenzo anelli cast a long and silent glance around hireen earth and the blue sky

"Farewell, farewell, thou beautiful Nature!" he whispered low "We take

our leave of each other I shall never again see these trees or this

grassy seat But you, Lorenzo, will I establish as the guardian of this

place, and when you so hour, then

will you think of me! Now come, we must away Feel you not this cool and

gentle air? Oh, how refreshingly it fans and cools, but I dare not enjoy

it--not I! This cooling cuts off a day froanelli ran down the alley Bathed

with perspiration, breathless with heat, he arrived at the palace

"Now givepans of coals, Lorenzo, shut all the doors and

s Procure me a heat that will shut out death--!"

But death nevertheless ca

coal-pans hich the pope surrounded hiht inhaled, and which quite prostrated his friends and

servants, all that could only keep off death for some feeeks, not

drive it away More dreadful yet than this blasting heat hich

Ganganelli surrounded himself, yet more horrible, was the fire that

consumed his entrails and burned in his blood