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A hideous monatto approached the lady, and with unusual respect

offered to relieve her of her burthen. "No," said she, with an

appearance neither of anger nor disgust, "do not touch her yet;

it is I who must place her on the car. Take this," and she

dropped a purse into the hands of the monatto; "promise me not to

touch a hair of her head, nor to let others do it, and bury her

thus."

The monatto placed his hand on his heart, and respectfully

prepared a place on the car for the infant dead. The lady, after

having kissed her forehead, placed her on it, as carefully as if

it were a couch, spread over her a white cloth, and took a last

look; "Farewell! Cecilia! rest in peace! To-night we will come to

you, and then we shall be separated no more!" Turning again to

the monatto, "As you pass to-night," said she, "you will come for

me; and not for me only!"