'Have you any request to make,--any affairs to settle ?' He shook his head.

'Where would you wish to be interred ?' He pointed towards the Sicilian coast.

'What!' said I, in surprise, 'NOT by the side of your father, in the church of San Gennaro ?' As I spoke, his face altered terribly; he uttered a piercing shriek,--the blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell dead.

The most strange part of the story is to come.

We buried him in the church of San Gennaro.