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figure this moment before my eyes, and think there was that in it which deferved better.

The monk, as I judged from the break in his tonfure, a few scatter'd white hairs upon his temples, being all that remained of it, might be about feventy-but from his eyes, and that fort of fire which was in them, which feemed more temper'd by courtesy than years, could be no more than fixty-Truth might lie between-He was certainly fixty-five; and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding fomething feem'd to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the account.

It was one of thofe heads which Guido has often painted-mild, pale -penetrating, free from all common-place ideas of fat contented ignorance looking downwards upon the earth-it look'd forwards; but look'd, as if it look'd at fomething beyond this world. How one of his order came by it, heaven above, who let it fall upon a monk's fhoulders, best knows: but it would have fuited a Bramin, and had I met it upon the plains of Indoftan, I had reverenced it.

The rest of his outline may be given in a few ftrokes; one might put it into the hands of any one to defign, for 'twas neither elegant or otherwife,

otherwife, but as character and expreffion made it fo: it was a thin, fpare form, fomething above the common fize, if it loft not the diftinction by a bend forward in the figure-but it was the attitude of Intreaty; and as it now ftands prefented to my imagination, it gain'd more than it loft by it.

When he had entered the room three paces, he ftood ftill; and laying his left hand upon his breaft (a flender white ftaff with which he journey'd being in his right)-when I had got clofe up to him, he introduced himself with the little ftory of. the wants of his convent, and the poverty of his order-and did it with


fo fimple a grace—and such an air of deprecation was there in the whole caft of his look and figure-I was bewitch'd not to have been struck with it

-A better reafon was, I had predetermined not to give him a fingle fous.



-T Is very true, faid I, replying to a caft upwards with


eyes, with which he had concluded his addrefs-'tis very true-and heaven be their resource who have no other but the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way fufficient for the many great claims which are hourly made upon it.

As I pronounced the words great claims, he gave a flight glance with his eye downwards upon the fleeve

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