d in full melody. First appeared a Band of Choristers:
As soon as they had passed, the Monks fell in two by two, and followed
with steps slow and measured. Next came the Novices; They bore no
Tapers, as did the Professed, but moved on with eyes bent downwards,
and seemed to be occupied by telling their Beads. To them succeeded a
young and lovely Girl, who represented St. Lucia: She held a golden
bason in which were two eyes: Her own were covered by a velvet
bandage, and She was conducted by another Nun habited as an Angel. She
was followed by St. Catherine, a palm-branch in one hand, a flaming
Sword in the other: She was robed in white, and her brow was
ornamented with a sparkling Diadem. After her appeared St. Genevieve,
surrounded by a number of Imps, who putting themselves into grotesque
attitudes, drawing her by the robe, and sporting round her with antic
gestures, endeavoured to distract her attention from the Book, on which
her eyes were constantly fixed. These merry Devils greatly entertained
the Spectators, who testified their pleasure by repeated bursts of
Laughter. The Prioress had been careful to select a Nun whose
disposition was naturally solemn and saturnine. She had every reason
to be satisfied with her choice: The drolleries of the Imps were
entirely thrown away, and St. Genevieve moved on without discomposing a
muscle.

Each of these Saints was separated from the Other by a band of
Choristers, exalting her praise in their Hymns, but declaring her to be
very much inferior to St. Clare, the Convent's avowed Patroness. These
having passed, a long train of Nuns appeared, bearing like the
Choristers each a burning Taper. Next came the reliques of St. Clare,
inclosed in vases equally precious for their materials and workmanship:
But they attracted not Lorenzo's attention. The Nun who bore the heart
occupied him entirely. According to Theodore's description, He doubted
not her being the Mother St. Ursula. She seemed to look round with
anxiety. As He stood foremost in the rank by which the procession
past, her eye caught Lorenzo's. A flush of joy overspread her till
then pallid cheek. She turned to her Companion eagerly.

'We are safe!' He heard her whisper; ''tis her Brother!'

His heart being now at ease, Lorenzo gazed with tranquillity upon the
remainder of the show. Now appeared its most brilliant ornament. It
was a Machine fashioned like a throne, rich with jewels and dazzling
with