UNIVERSITY 



FLORAL KEEPSAKE. 



IN a quiet corner of one of the gray old cypress^shaded convents 

 which crown the terraced hills that look down on " the City of Pa- 

 laces" as Genoa has long been called there is a beautifully sculp- 

 tured tomb of an infant, that was lajd to rest there many centuries ago. 

 The traces of the sculptor's chisel have nearly all mouldered away ; 

 but the all-destroying hand of Time has spared the name of the 

 child-sleeper ANGELINA little Angel: and four lines, around 

 which a chaplet of flowers is woven in stone, tell us that " the An- 

 gels came one night, and stole away the gentlest little spirit earth 

 had seen since the Manger-babe was born ; and brought the still 

 blushing form that enshrined it, and buried it in the old convent, in 

 a grave of Flowers " And for five hundred years, the spot has been 

 Sacred. Young children still go there to hear the silver-haired 

 monks tell the legend young mothers', too, who have just lost 

 their babes, go there and weep at Angelina's Flower-Tomb, and 

 are comforted for they think the Angels stole away their cherub 

 infants, too and they know they are in Heaven. They are in 

 Heaven ; 



" Where everlasting spring abides, 

 And never withering flowery." 



