ABSTRACT
The Marquis, Madame de Sevrac, and Sabina, again set out to visit the ruins, leaving St.Clair to his melancholy reflections. The evening passed in viewing the church, dedicated to the holy saint Peter; and the temple, which commemorates the fame of the unholy Faustina:43 the Marquis, as he contemplated the latter, could not suppress a smile, which was not frequently diffused over his countenance. ‘How strangely do manners and characters return on the vast and perpetually revolving wheel of time!’ said de Sevrac, ‘Faustina was, exactly what hundreds now are. If we could fancy that there is only a limited portion of animated, as there is of elemental matter; why not imagine that the soul is perpetually in a state of probation, from the commencement of things, till its day of final appointment.’
