PLATE XXIV.—THE CANONESS.
There appears in this young and beautiful recluse, a striking mixture of gallantry and devotion. On her knees before a little altar, with her rosary in her hand, she is amorously listening to the songs which a young man, seated on a bed, addresses to her, accompanying them with his lute. Death comes to put out the tapers burning on the altar, and to change into sadness the pleasures of this conversation.
Est via, quæ videtur homini justa: novissima autem ejus deducunt hominem ad mortem. Prov. xiv. 12.