In vain did he struggle: he remained fixed to the image, till the insupportable and fiery anguish which darted itself through his veins compelled his shrieking for assistance. The sepulchre was now filled with spectators. The villain confessed his sacrilege, and was only released by the separation of his hand from his body. It has remained ever since fastened to the image. The robber turned hermit, and led ever after an exemplary life: but yet the saint’s decree was performed, and tradition says that he continues to haunt this sepulchre, and implore

St. Clare’s pardon with groans and lamentations. Now I think of it, those which we have just heard, may very possibly have been uttered by the ghost of this sinner: but of this I will not be positive. All that I can say is, that since that time no one has ever dared to touch the statue: then do not be foolhardy, good señor! For the love of heaven, give up your design, nor expose yourself unnecessarily to certain destruction.”