If devotional promptings bad brought her to the Nuns' Chapel, her orisons had been concluded, for she had turned her back upon the altar, and sat gazing sorrow fully down at her lap, where lay in pathetic y>o.?e a white rabbit and a snowy pigeon— both dead, quite stark and cold —laid out in state upon the spotless linen apron, around which a fluted ruffle ran crisp and smooth. One tiny waxen hand held a broken lily, and the other was vainly pressed upon the lids of the rabbit's eyes, trying to close lovingly the pink orbs that now stared so distressingly through glazing film. The first passionate burst of grief had spent its force in the tears that lefb the velvety cheeks and chin as dewy aa rain-washed rose leaves, while not a trace of moisture dimmed the large eyes that i wore a proud, defiant, and much-injured look, as though resentment were strangling sorrow. Unto whom or what shall I liken this fair, tender, childish face, which hud in the narrow space of ten years gathered such perfection of outline, such unearthly purity of colour, such winsome grace, such com plex expressions? Probably amid the fig and olive proves of Tuscany, Fra Barto lomeo found just such an incarnation of the angelic ideal, which he afterward placed for the admiration of succeeding generations in the winged heads that glorify the Madonna delta Miserieordia. The stipple of time dots so lightly, so slowly, that at) the age of ten a human countenance should present a mere flashy tabula rasa, but now and then we are startled by meeting a child as unlike the round, rosy, pulpy, dimpling, unwritten faces of ordinary life, as the cherubs ot Raphael to the rigid forms of Byzantine mosaics, or the stone portraiture of Copan._ As she sab there, in the golden radi ance of the summer noon, she presented an almost faultless specimen of a type of beauty that; is raroly found nowadays, that has always bean peculiar, and bids fair to become extinct. 