PLATE XXII.—THE COUNTESS.
She is wholly taken up with the care of her dress, and is receiving with eagerness, from the hands of one of her maids, a very rich robe with a gold chain. Death comes to derange her toilet, and has already, without being perceived, slipped round her neck a collar made of small bones.
Ducunt in bonis dies suos, et in puncto ad inferna descendunt. Job xxi. 13.