THE TOWN.


the silent land, leaving in the heart" the
lichen is very thick here "a record of sur-
passing worth, which neither time can efface nor
the changes of life obscure." How this assertion,
this throwing the gauntlet into the face of Time,
betrays its own hopelessness! One hears, again,
her stately name, as though sweet between the
lips in one last cry for her, which has echoed
even into the silent land,- Catalina! Set me
as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine
arm; for Love is as strong as Death." As
strong as Death! Alas, Catalina, canst thou
see this forgotten tomb?
 There is a path from the broken gate, running
straight between the graves, to a small chapel at
the other end of the enclosure, where Mass has
been said for the departed. Doubtless "Antonia.
rose Terriande de Muir, a native of Cadiz," who
was "lamented by a respectable circle of friends,"
was borne up this green pathway for that last
moment of earthly pomp and honor, the brief
rest before the altar steps; then, out again into
the blaze of sunshine, and the breathless hush
of stifled tears and human wonder.