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"Nego consequentiam, Padre," he replied resolutely. "Aha, then probo consequentiam! Per te, the polished surface constitutes the 'essence' of the mirror " "Nego suppositum!" interrupted Juanito, as he felt Placido pulling at his coat. "How? Per te " "Nego!" "Ergo, you believe that what is behind affects what is in front?"
Placido was about to sign to make an end of it, because he was in a hurry, already his classmates were reciting the O Thoma, but again his ears twitched, so he said, "After the class! I want to read it first." "It's very long, don't you see? It concerns the presentation of a counter-petition, or rather, a protest. Don't you understand?
Brother Placido brought us supper in the evening, with his ever-smiling countenance, and we soon after went to our beds in the neat, plain chambers, to get rid of the unpleasant coldness. Next morning it was damp and misty, and thick clouds rolled down the forests towards the convent.
I have been greatly interested in the fate of Juan Placido, the black revolutionist of Cuba, who was executed in Havana, as the alleged instigator and leader of an attempted revolt on the part of the slaves in that city and its neighborhood. Juan Placido was born a slave on the estate of Don Terribio de Castro. His father was an African, his mother a mulatto.
"But it's not putting yourself in opposition, it's only " Placido heard no more, for he was already far away, hurrying to his class. He heard the different voices adsum, adsum the roll was being called! Hastening his steps he got to the door just as the letter Q was reached. "Tinamáan ñg !" he muttered, biting his lips.
Have the secretary make out an order to the lieutenant of the Civil Guard for the old man's release. They sha'n't say that we're not clement and merciful." He looked at Ben-Zayb. The journalist winked. Reluctantly, and almost with tearful eyes, Placido Penitente was going along the Escolta on his way to the University of Santo Tomas.
In one of these is S. Benedict departing from Norcia and from his father and mother, in order to go to study in Rome; in the second, S. Mauro and S. Placido as children, presented to him and offered to God by their fathers; and in the third, the Goths burning Monte Cassino.
Placido kept quiet, waiting for him to speak first, and entertained himself in watching the promenaders who were enjoying the clear moonlight: pairs of infatuated lovers, followed by watchful mammas or aunts; groups of students in white clothes that the moonlight made whiter still; half-drunken soldiers in a carriage, six together, on their way to visit some nipa temple dedicated to Cytherea; children playing their games and Chinese selling sugar-cane.
This poem, chanted in 1551 before the Governor of Azcapotzalco, by Francisco Placido, a native of Huexotzinco, is a Christian song in the style and metre of the ancient poetry. See the Introduction, p. 51.
No, I have planned well, but now I feel feverish, my reason wavers, it is natural If I have done ill, it has been that I may do good, and the end justifies the means. What I will do is not to expose myself " With his thoughts thus confused he lay down, and tried to fall asleep. On the following morning Placido listened submissively, with a smile on his lips, to his mother's preachment.
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