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consisted of a brick pyramid or obelisk, sur- via' 
rounded by stone posts with chains. The 1 
posts and chains began to disappear before 
our arrival; and when Mr. Heber made the 
sketch from which the Vignette to this Chapter 
was engraven, not a vestige of them was to be 
seen ; the obelisk alone remained, in the midst 
of a bleak and desolate plain, where dogs 
were gnawing the bones of a dead horse, 
whose putrifying carcase added to the revolting 
horror of the scene. A circumstance came 
to our knowledge before we left Russia, con- 
cerning Howard's remains, which it is painful 
to relate; namely, that Count Vincent Potoclci', 
a Polish nobleman of the highest taste and 
talents, whose magnificent library and museum 
would do honour to any country, through a 
mistaken design of testifying his respect for the 
memory of Howard, had signified his intention of 
taking up the body, that it miglit be conveyed 
to his country-seat, where a sumptuous monu- 
ment has been prepared for its reception, upon 
a small island in the midst of a lake. His 
Countess, being a romantic lady, wishes to have 
an annual fete, consecrated to Benevolence; at 
this the nymphs of the country are to attend, 
(]) Pronounced Potosky. 
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