When I did examine them, what terror filled my bosom I found myself extended upon a sort of wicker Couch: It had six handles to it, which doubtless had served the Nuns to convey me to my grave.

I was covered with a linen cloth: Several faded flowers were strown over me: On one side lay a small wooden Crucifix; On the other, a Rosary of large Beads.

Four low narrow walls confined me.

The top was also covered, and in it was practised a small grated Door: Through this was admitted the little air which circulated in this miserable place.

A faint glimmering of light which streamed through the Bars, permitted me to distinguish the surrounding horrors.