a tranquil, gentle old man, with a patriarchal beauty and goodness of
face. In 1861 he printed his translation of Milton, with a dedication to
Queen Victoria. His other works bear witness to the genuineness of his
inspiration and piety, and the diligence of his study: they are poems,
poetic translations from the Italian, religious essays, and grammatical
treatises.

Indeed, the existence of all the friars at San Lazzaro is one of close and
earnest study; and life grows so fond of these quiet monks that it will
hardly part with them at last. One of them is ninety-five years old, and,
until 1863, there was a lay-brother among them whose years numbered a
hundred and eight, and who died of old age, on the 17th of September,
after passing fifty-eight years at San Lazzaro. From biographic memoranda
furnished me by Padre Giacomo, I learn that the name of this patriarch was
George Karabagiak, and that he was a native of Kutaieh in Asia Minor. He
was for a long time the disciple of Dede Vartabied, a renowned preacher of
the Armenian faith, and he afterward taught the doctrines of his master in
the Armenian schools. Failing in his desire to enter upon the sacerdotal
life at Constantinople, he procured his admission as lay-brother at San
Lazzaro, where all his remaining days were spent. He was but little
learned; but he had great passion for poetry, and he was the author of
some thirty small works on different subjects. During the course of his
long and diligent life, which was chiefly spent in learning and teaching,
he may be said to have hardly known a day's sickness. And at last he died
of no perceptible disorder. The years tired him to death. He had a
trifling illness in August, and as he convalesced, he grew impatient of
the tenacious life which held him to earth. Slowly pacing up and down the
corridors of the convent, he used to crave the prayers of the brothers
whom he met, beseeching them to intercede with Heaven that he might be
suffered to die. One day he said to the archbishop, "I fear that God has