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And now to our business, Ghita, since le Feu-Follet cannot always decorate the bay of Porto Ferrajo." "True," interrupted the girl, "and I have come for no other purpose than to say as much myself. My dear uncle has arrived, and he intends to sail for the Torri with the first felucca." "There! this has done more to make me believe in a Providence than all the preaching of all the padri of Italy!
The missionary offered up a short but heartfelt prayer, and, finding that he carried his congregation with him, read the opening verse of Hymn No. 370, "For those at Sea." The stewards, most of whom understood a few words of English, readily grasped the fact that the padri was asking for help in a situation which they well knew to be desperate.
We shook hands with our smiling friends among the padri, took leave of the archbishop, and then visited the studio of Padre Alessio, who had just finished a faithful and spirited portrait of monsignore.
Yonder lies San Lazzaro, with the neat red buildings of the Armenian convent. The last oleander blossoms shine rosy pink above its walls against the pure blue sky as we glide into the little harbour. Boats piled with coal-black grapes block the landing-place, for the Padri are gathering their vintage from the Lido, and their presses run with new wine.
Yonder lies San Lazzaro, with the neat red buildings of the Armenian convent. The last oleander blossoms shine rosy pink above its walls against the pure blue sky as we glide into the little harbour. Boats piled with coal-black grapes block the landing-place, for the Padri are gathering their vintage from the Lido, and their presses run with new wine.
"Yes; but there are the women, you know. They must be looked after. You can count on me. Tell the chief steward and the padri." Gray felt that here was a man after his own heart, the native-born American having a rough-and-ready way of classifying nationalities when the last test of manhood is applied by a shipwreck, or a fire. "Got a gun?" he inquired. "Cabin. Goin' for it first opportunity."
Because Gallio prided himself on his supreme disregard of human life though he never extended the theory beyond his own he naturally rode forty miles to the Mission with a tiny brown girl-baby on his saddle-bow. 'Here is something for you, Padri, said he. 'The Kols leave their surplus children to die. 'Don't see why they shouldn't, but you may rear this one.
It was but eleven years before the first great movement of the Risorgimento swept over Italy in 1848 that he passed away; his poems were indeed songs before sunrise, a sunrise of which he failed to detect the far-off glimmering, so that he could only lament without hope the sad condition of his dismembered country, once the mistress and now the play-thing of the world, and the abject slave of hated Austria: “O patria mia, vedo le mure e gli archi E le colonne e i simulacri e l’ erme Torri degli avi nostri, Ma la gloria non vedo; Non vedo il lauro e’l ferro ond’ eran carchi I nostri padri antichi.”
Truly excellent life helped out by the visits of the Padri, just fresh from burying somebody down below there. She pointed through the pines toward the Cemetery, and continued with vigorous dramatic gesture, 'Listen! I see it all down, down even to the stays! Such stays! Six-eight a pair, Polly, with red flannel or list, is it? that they put into the tops of those fearful things.
"How! dost thou pretend to be so skilled in vessels as to distinguish these particulars at the distance of a league?" "I do not think it a league, Signore not more than half a league; and the distance lessens fast, though the wind is so light. As for knowing a lugger from a felucca, it is as easy as to know a house from a church, or one of the reverend padri, in the streets, from a mariner."
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