PLATE XLV.—THE CHILD.
If under the roof of poverty there is any comfort, it is in having children, by whom we may hope one day to be solaced. This is the case with this poor widow; but death is of a different opinion, and is come to carry off her youngest Child, unmoved by her prayers and lamentations.
Homo natus de muliere, brevi vivens tempore, repletur multis miseriis: qui quasi flos egreditur & conteritur, & fugit velut umbra. Job xiv. 1, 2.