The light faded, and from the feeble glare of the candle of death he saw the holy spirit of his sister had fled; the sweetness of heavenly joy still played on her marble features, and the smile that greeted the heavenly visitors still rested on her lips. Pere Augustin stood over the couch he had bedewed with tears, and taking a long and affectionate glance at the hollowed form of his repentant sister, turned towards the weeping people; he raised his hand towards heaven, and solemnly announced the event that gave a festival to the angels. His voice faltered; he pronounced a short and eloquent panegyric--"A saint is dead!" The tableau is worth remembering; 'tis the last beautiful scene in the eventful career of Maria Alvira Cassier! End of Project Gutenberg's Alvira: the Heroine of Vesuvius, by A. J. O'Reilly