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with a pcignard, but had ffill fo much ftrength as to 

 take to his heels. At the fame tfee came on a dreadful 

 ilorm. Faint with his wound, Lis affright, and the 

 rain, Grimaldi threw himfelf into the mop of a 'gold- 

 fmith, vhich by chance was ftill open. This gold - 

 fmith was in full purfuit of wealth, like Grimaldi, only 

 that he had fallen upon a way lefs promiiing than that 

 of ufury. He was in fearch of the philosopher's Hone. 

 This evening he was making a grand projection, ?~id 

 had left open his mop for moderating the heat of his 

 furnace. 



Grimaldi's entrance feemed fomewhat rude. Fazio, 

 for that was the goldfmith's name, immediately knew 

 the man, and afked him what he did in the jftreet at 

 fuch an unfeafonable hour, and in fuch terrible wea- 

 ther ? Ah ! ftVhed Grimaldi, I am wounded ! As he 

 pronounced thefe words, he fank into a chair, and 

 expired. 



Fazio's confufion needs not to be defcribed. He ran 

 up to Grimaldi, tore open his cloaths that he might 

 have freer room to breathe, and ufed every means he 

 gould think of to recall him to life, but all in vain ; he 

 was dead. Fazio examined the body, and perceived 

 that Grimaldi had a fcab in the breaft ; the wound had 

 clofed of itfelf, fo that the blood could not flow out, 

 and he died by fuffocation. ' 



Fazio, at this accident, found himfelf in the greater! 

 dirtrefs. The whole neighbourhood was afleep, or had 

 fhut up their houfes on account of the bad weather. 

 He was quite alone in the houfe, as his wife and two 

 children were gone to vifit his dying father. 



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