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vaults, saeen the arches, at soe of an open grave, where stood another of Montoni's

an the burial

service; then, lifting her eyes froure of the friar, and heard hi, perform the service for the dead At the moment, in which

they let down the body into the earth, the scene was such as only the

dark pencil of a Domenichino, perhaps, could have done justice to The

fierce features and wild dress of the condottieri, bending with their

torches over the grave, into which the corpse was descending, were

contrasted by the venerable figure of the arments, his cowl thrown back froly shewed the lines of affliction softened by piety, and

the few grey locks, which time had spared on his temples: while,

beside him, stood the softer form of Emily, who leaned for support upon

Annette; her face half averted, and shaded by a thin veil, that fell

over her figure; and her rief so solemn as admitted not of tears, while she thus saw committed

untileams, thrown

between the arches of the vaults, where, here and there, the broken

ground marked the spots in which other bodies had been recently

interred, and the general obscurity beyond were circuination of a spectator to scenes

rave of the

uided and unfortunate Madame Montoni