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in tempest, under which she could not choose but founder; and where each man, according to the usage of desperate mariners, resolved to live at common cost, the short while IOn- ger that existence lasted. Domestics left in the charge of their masters houses, burst open the cellars and cabinets, and used the treas. are as their own. The richest garments were seen worn by common beggars; the most costIv wines intoxicated the lowest of the pop ulaticn. All safe people fed the city at every hazard, or shut themselves up, and refused to communicate with each other, and scarcity of food--in the very excess of valuabies and money--began to aggravate the general dis tress.-Those physicians who stlll hVed, now made off, with one consent, to secure what they had gained. The monks barred the gates of their convents; some would say no mass and scarce any would confess the sick any longer. Some men lay dead, or dying, in their houses, and none would come to aid or bury them. Others were found with marks of violence upon their bodies, and their cham bers rifed: and none could say, nor did any inquire, who had done 1t. The hired nurses, it was reported, poisoned their patients-and one beldam confessed afterwards, to having caused the death of five women, by adminis- tering the eaw forte, (aqua-fOrtis) to them in stead of common water. Brute strength and freedom from she plague, became the only sources of power; and the slave spat in the face of his master. Those few who still dwelt in the city, or near it, watched armed, aud shut their doors by day, for murders were done even in broad light. The cemeteries now became choked, and there was more room in the streets and market places. Hou- ses got cheap, and graves were hard to come by. The great josse which had been hastily opened, and consecrated at the back of the Spedale, St. Martino, ran over with bodies, from all ranks, ages, and conditions, which. night after night, were cast promiscuously in to it. And, to quote the words used by a writer of the time, in describing the state of Florence at the close of the malady---amost for fault of matter to feed upon-----'' Worth was useless strength gone--glory sulIied---- title was buried---honors were forgotten- greatness humliated---dignity scorned--and, of the good. and of the evil, equally perishcd the memory!''