We  went  to  the  church  of  St.  Mathew,  to  see  the  tomb  of
Andrew  Doria.  A  young  priest  lighted  a  flambeau,  and
conducted  us  down  a  flight  of  steps  into  the  vault,  which
consists  of  a  noble  arch  of  white  marble,  adorned  with  bas-
relief  and  embossed  with  gold.  It  is  a  splendid  sepulchre,
rather  imperial  than  republican  in  its  character,  and  destitute
of  thaft  simplicity,  which  one  would  wish  to  find  in  every
thing  connected  with  such  a  man.  He  shares  a  oomnron
tomb  with  the  rest  of  his  family.  The  solitude  and  silence
of  the  crypt,  hallowed  by  the  dust  of  the  hero ;  the  glare  of
the  taper  upon  the  fretted  roof  and  antique  sculpture,  im-
parted a  deep, solemnity  to  this  mansion  of  the  dead.     On


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oar  retiini  to  tiie  cheerful  light  of  day,  half  ao  hoar  was
spent  in  examining  the  church  of  St.  Mathew,  the  interior
of  which  is  among  the  richest  at  Genoa,  heing  filled  with
presents  from  the  Dona  family.  The  Gothir  front  is  inscri-
bed with  tho  deeds  of  the  chief,  who  reposes  below.
