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The executioner had been directed to apply his torch from
below. He did so. The fiery smoke rose up in billowy columns.
A Dominican monk was then standing almost at her side. Wrapped
up in his sublime office, he saw not the danger, but still
persisted in his prayers. Even then when the last enemy was
racing up the fiery stairs to seize her, even at that moment
did this noblest of girls think only for _him_, the one friend
that would not forsake her, and not herself; bidding him with
her last breath to care for his own preservation, but to leave
_her_ to God.--DE QUINCEY.

O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!
We're growing old;
But Time hath brought no sign, dear,
That hearts grow cold.
'Tis long, long since our new love
Made life divine;
But age enricheth true love,
Like noble wine.--MASSEY.

The noon-day sun came slanting down the rocky slopes of La
Ricca, and its masses of entangled and tall foliage, whose
autumnal tints were mixed with the wet verdure of a thousand
evergreens, were penetrated with it as with rain. I cannot
call it color, it was conflagration. Purple, and crimson, and
scarlet, like the curtains of God's tabernacle, the rejoicing
trees sank into the valley in showers of light, every separate
leaf quivering with buoyant and burning life; each, as it
turned to reflect or to transmit the sunbeam, first a torch
and then an emerald. Far up into the recesses of the valley,
the green vistas, arched like the hollows of mighty waves of
some crystalline sea, with the arbutus flowers dashed along
their flanks for foam, and silver flakes of orange spray
tossed into the air around them, breaking over the gray walls
of rock into a thousand separate stars, fading and kindling
alternately as the weak wind lifted and let them
fall.--RUSKIN.

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;
He's ben on all sides that give places or pelf,
But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,--
He's been true to _one_ party,--and thet is himself;
So John P.
Robinson he
Sez he shall vote for Gineral C.

Gineral C. he goes in fer the war;
He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud;
Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer,
But glory a