62 THE DANCE OF DEATH.

PLATE XXVIII.—THE OLD MAN.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct,, the graves are ready for me.

Job, xvii. 1.

Here we see Death leading away,, playing ona psaltery, an Old Man to the brink of the gravenbent under the load of years, and verging to thelast degree of frailty. The Old Man allows him-self to be carried off, with that calmness and tran-quillity, which are the effects of wisdom, and thefruits of a good conscience.

PLANCHE XXVIII.—LE VIEILLARD.

L'on voit ici la Mort qui conduit sur le bordde sa fosse, en jouant du psalterion, un Vieillardcourbc sous le poids des annees, & parvenu audernier degr6 de la caducite Le Vieillard se laisseemmener avec ce calme & cette tranquillite quisont I'apanage de la sagesse, & les fruits d'unebonne conscience.