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Updated: June 29, 2025
I am dying, Moro, and it is within your power to say whether my spirit shall rest in peace, or be torn forever and ever by the fangs of a horrible regret. My secret is as lead upon my soul and to you only can I tell it. Come come at once! You can imagine the effect of this revelation upon me better than I can describe it.
In the Piazza del Castello at Milan, a blind preacher from the Incoronata consequently an Augustinian ventured in 1494 to exhort Lodovico il Moro from the pulpit: 'My lord, beware of showing the French the way, else you will repent it. There were further prophetic monks who, without exactly preaching political sermons, drew such appalling pictures of the future that the hearers almost lost their senses.
He was marched quietly to the rear of the barracks, and as the company filed by the guard house, to the long open space on the city side, just opposite Moro Castle, he distinctly heard a voice from one of the windows say: "God bless and help you, Captain Bezan!" He turned partially round to see the speaker, but no one was visible.
"Bring sahib coffee at six in the morning; breakfast at nine; tiffin at one." "What's that last one, Moro?" "We had tiffin at Suez, and it means luncheon," interposed Morris. "I didn't hear the word; but it is all right, and tiffin it is after this time. Come; are you going down-stairs, fellows?" "There is a public sitting-room down-stairs, and we will find that first."
And the French king and Cæsar Borgia, whose genuine appreciation of fine art was well known, did not fail to admire Bramante's fair chapel and that latest masterpiece of Lombard sculpture, the noble tomb which the Moro had raised to be an eternal memorial of his love and sorrow.
I shall commit your words at once to writing that nothing may be lost through the failure of my memory." She reached her hand out feebly to me, and never shall I forget the look of gratitude which accompanied its tremulous pressure as she murmured: "After John, Moro, you are dearest. I shall not try to thank you.
As they number some 52,000, this method of settling their affairs would have been open to practical difficulties, apart from any humanitarian consideration!" "Contrast with this record of inaction and lack of interest the record of the special Government provinces and the Moro Province, where dwell really formidable tribes, which have until recently engaged in piracy, head-hunting, and murder.
Whenever the wind freshened, the smell of the broiling fish came up to where I was, and I understood then why it was that I had not been fed that day as usual on the deck of the war-proa. I began to realise something of the depths of cruelty of the Moro nature. "Began," I say, for I found out later that even then I did not measure it all.
In this region they have spread out in considerable numbers on to the grass plains, and for this reason are locally known as Tagkogon "dwellers in the cogon." On the gulf side of the divide, south of Malalag, they are found in small groups far back in the mountains, while between them and the sea are Tagakaolo, Kulaman and Moro.
Another most interesting family Madonna is that of Ludovico Sforza il Moro, painted for the church of Sant' Ambrogio at Milan. The Virgin sits enthroned, richly dressed, with long fair hair hanging down, and no veil or ornament; two angels hold a crown over her head. The Child lies extended on her knee. Round her throne are the four fathers, St. Ambrose, St. Gregory, St. Jerome, and St. Augustine.
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