Then would I vent my anguish in loud exclamations and passionate complaints; and then again my strength failing me, silent and hopeless I would sit me down upon the base of St.Clare's Statue, fold my arms, and abandon myself to sullen despair.

Thus passed several wretched hours.

Death advanced towards me with rapid strides, and I expected that every succeeding moment would be that of my dissolution.

Suddenly a neighbouring Tomb caught my eye: A Basket stood upon it, which till then I had not observed.

I started from my seat: I made towards it as swiftly as my exhausted frame would permit.