monumental pillar, which he placed there to his memory."
"Yes, (said Madeline) I see it; there appears to me an urn upon it."
"You are right, my lady, there is an urn ornamented with a wreath of laurel, withered ere half blown. Some people say that the Count in his youth, (resumed the old man), committed actions which deserved the chastisement of heaven. For my part, I say nothing; when a man is in sorrow, his faults should be forgotten."
"Not always, my friend, (said the Countess, who had hitherto sat silently listening to the conversation); I agree with you, a man should not be reproached for them when in trouble; but they should be remembered to prove the justice of Providence in sending that trouble, and that, sooner or later, he will punish the evil doer."
"Very true, very true," cried her host, bowing to the ground.
