A comely tower is behind with flags bearing three crowns.

The next picture shows us, on the left, the horrid massacre of all these nice young women by a brutal German soldiery.

Ursula herself is being shot by Julian, who is not more than six feet distant; but she meets her fate with a composure as perfect as if instead of the impending arrow it was a benediction.

On the right is her bier, under a very pretty canopy.

Wild flowers spring from the earth.
Now should come the apotheosis.
Carpaccio was not exactly a great painter, but he was human and ingratiating beyond any other that Venice can show, and his pictures here and at S.Giorgio degli Schiavoni make the city a sweeter and more lovable place, Vasari is very brief with Vittore Scarpaccia, as he calls him, and there are few known facts.