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[Footnote 3: I have given the legend from various sources; but there is something quite untranslatable and perfectly beautiful in the naïveté of the old Italian version. After describing the celestial music of the angels, the rejoicing of the liberated patriarchs, and the appearance of Christ, allegro, e bello e tutto lucido, it thus proceeds: "Quando ella lo vidde, gli andò incontro ella ancora con le braccia aperte, e quasi tramortita per l'allegrazza. Il benedetto Gesù l'abbraccio teneressimamente, ed ella glidesse; 'Ahi, figliuolo mio cordialissimo, sei tu veramente il mio Gesù, ò pur m'inganna l'affetto! 'Io sono il tuo figliuolo, madre mia, dolcissima, disse il Signore: 'cessino hormai le tue lagrime, non fare ch'io ti veda più di mala voglia, Gi
"Well, my mother is satisfied, perhaps. She has driven him away. At least, I shall not have to go to the convent." "Thou art so cold, my little one," said Aunt Anastacia, disapprovingly. "Thou art but fifteen years, and yet thou throwest aside a lover as if he were an old reboso. Madre de Dios! In your place I should have wept and beaten the air.
The man staggered back. "Madre di dios!" he gasped. "He's killed me." Clif's daring action set the crowd in a perfect frenzy. "Stone 'em!" yelled Ignacio. And seemingly all at once they sprang at the prisoners with sticks and stones and knives and fists. The soldiers made a feeble effort to stop them, but the crowd saw them laughing as they did so.
Vere was laughing, and looked more joyous than before. "Such a storm, Madre! The sea is a mass of foam. It's glorious! Hark at the fishermen!" From the blackness below rose hoarse shouts and prolonged calls some near, some far. Faintly with them mingled the quavering and throaty voice of the blind man, now raised in "Santa Lucia." "What are we going to do, Monsieur Emile?"
"There has been nothing in your life to make you so humble." "I cannot explain, but he seems to have brought the great world with him. I know, I understand so many things that I had not dreamed of a week ago. A week! Madre de Dios!" And Sturgis, who after all was a gallant gentleman, made no comment.
"Works all the time. Never met an Englishwoman like her!" Charmian almost loved him for the words. At last someone, and a big man, recognized her for what she was. She had never been properly appreciated before. Triumph burned within her, and fired her ambitions anew. She felt almost as if she were a creator. "If Madre only knew," she thought. "She has never quite understood me."
"The pool was protected, and under the lee of the island it was comparatively calm. But the rain was falling in torrents. There was one fishing-boat in the pool, close to where we were, and as we were standing and listening, Vere said, suddenly, 'Madre, that's Ruffo's boat! I asked her how she knew because he has changed into another boat lately she had told me that.
We started to take a walk, and passed along the aqueduct, which approaches the city by a aeries of arches; thence up the point of the hill to a place known as the Madre, or fountain, to which all the water that drips from the leaves is conducted by tile gutters, and is carried to the city by an open stone aqueduct. Here we found Mr.
To the west were the rugged Sierra Madre Mountains; on the east, the San Jose Hills. They connected with the Puente Hills to the south. West of these came the hills of the Rancho La Merced, running from the San Gabriel River westerly, and still west of them come the hills, which run east from the Arroyo Seco, north of the Bairdstown country.
In a picture by Tiarini, the Madre Addolorata is seated, holding in her hand the crown of thorns; Mary Magdalene kneels before her, and St. John stands by both expressing the utmost veneration and sympathy. These and similar groups are especially to be found in the later Bologna school.
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