ills; myself, and that power who sits on high, and scatters evil like dew upon the earth, a killing, blighting honey dew."
"Hush! my poor girl, do not talk thus; indeed I must not have you utter these sentiments."
"Oh! let me speak: before all others I must hide my bursting feelings, deep, deep. Yet for one moment let me curse!"
Beatrice arose; she pointed to heaven; she stood in the same attitude, as when she had prophesied to the people of Ferrara under the portico of the church of St. Anna; but how changed! Her form thin; her face care-worn; her love-formed lips withered; her hands and arms, then so round and fair, now wrinkled and faded; her eyes were not the same; they had lost that softness which, mingling with their fire, was as something wonderful in brilliancy and beauty; they now, like the sun from beneath a thunder cloud, glared fiercely from under her dark and scattered hair that shaded her brow: but even now, as in those times, she spoke with tumultuous eloquence:
"Euthanasia, you are much deceived; you
