These were the first tears the man of blood had ever wept.

'Now,' said the old man, 'aid me to bury my child.' Carlini fetched two pickaxes; and the father and the lover began to dig at the foot of a huge oak, beneath which the young girl was to repose.

When the grave was formed, the father kissed her first, and then the lover; afterwards, one taking the head, the other the feet, they placed her in the grave.

Then they knelt on each side of the grave, and said the prayers of the dead.

Then, when they had finished, they cast the earth over the corpse, until the grave was filled.