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occasional transitions from it, floated perpetually 

 before my eyes after we had reached the hotel; 

 and it haunted me to the very hour of my repose 

 for the night. Her existence seemed to be that 

 of a privileged being, exempt from the common 

 law of mortality ; and ready, whenever heaven 

 should will it, to take its flight to the everlasting 

 mansions of the blessed in another world. 



Now, what I ask, will my good Protestant readers 

 say to this most extraordinary narrative, — true and 

 correct as I have a soul to save ? It is, and it will 

 be utterly inexplicable to them, so long as they 

 continue to stand aloof from the ancient faith; 

 which, they have been informed, by Acts of Parlia- 

 ment, from the days of the sad change, is both 

 damnable aud idolatrous. 



Under such an impression, how can I expect to 

 persuade them, that a religion so stained and so 

 condemned can possibly be in favor with heaven ? 

 Wherefore, I ought not to be put out of sorts, if, 

 on this occasion, I myself, am considered by them 

 as an incorrigible dupe. All then that remains 

 for me, is to comfort myself with the old adage, 

 " sic mundo est stultus, qui tibi Christe sapit." 



On leaving Botzen, we shaped our course for 

 Trent, — Trent, so well known in ecclesiastical 

 history. The road is nearly level, and winds 



