THE DANCE OF DEATH. PLATE XXVIILTHE 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 on a psaltery, an Old Man to the brink of the grave* bent under the load of years, and verging to the last degree of frailty. The Old Man allows himself to be carried off, with that calmness and tranquillity, which are the effects of wisdom, and the fruits of a good conscience. PLANCHE XXVIILLE VIEILLARD. L'on voit ici la Mort qui conduit sur le bord de sa fosse, en jouant du psalterion, un Vieillard courbe sous le poids des annees, & parvenu au dernier degr de la caducite, Le Vieillard se laisse emmener avec ce calme & cette tranquillite qui sont Papanage de la sagesse, & les fruits d'une bonne conscience.