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Updated: June 1, 2025
It has not the least the aspect of a church, being high and square, like a mediaeval palace; but deep and high niches are let into its walls, within which stand great statues of saints, masterpieces of Donatello, and other sculptors of that age, before sculpture began to be congealed by the influence of Greek art. The Riccardi Palace is at the corner of the Via Larga.
A plaintive "Naa" from Garibaldi made her turn. As she left the room her eyes lingered on the green bed. Captain Riccardi was sitting up, fully dressed, and waiting for them in the garden of the convent. At sight of Lucia his eyes danced with fun. "Well, little sister of mine, how are you?" he greeted. "Oh, I am so excited, Señor," Lucia replied. "Is it nearly time to go?"
His wife the ex-Queen, had retired in 1815 to Frankfort and to Brussels, where she was well received by the King, William, and where she stayed till 1823, when she went to Florence, dying there in 1845. Her monument is in the Cappella Riccardi, Santa Croce, Florence.
He instantly set off for Rome, and had an interview with his friend, who was in every respect anxious to oblige him. Riccardi examined the manuscript, pointed out some incautious expressions which he considered it necessary to erase, and returned it with his written approbation, on the understanding that the alterations he suggested would be made.
"How is my soldier of the pennies?" she asked, and then as she realized he would not understand she added, "the one I brought up the hill." "Oh, Captain Riccardi, he's still very ill, but he is going to pull through all right." Lucia smiled. "Oh, I am glad," she said. "I was so afraid, he looked so queer." "Well, don't worry any more," the Doctor replied, "and now what do you want?"
You will have to look for your reward in your own heart. It ought to be a very happy and contented heart, I should think." Lucia's cheeks flushed with pride. "Oh, it is, Captain Riccardi," she said, "it is indeed, and I am quite content.
But tell me, how is my soldier of the pennies? I am never sure that the Doctor tells me truly how he is." "Why do you call him 'your soldier of the pennies'?" Maria asked. "His name is Captain Riccardi, and he is very brave. Every one knows about him, and some of the boys say he is the bravest man in the Italian army."
There is something, I do not know what, but it is in the region of the heart, rather than in the intellect, that Italian architecture, of whatever age or style, never seems to reach. Leaving the Santa Croce, we went next in quest of the Riccardi Palace.
She could have afforded to have sold Lady Mary Wortley a clean shift, of the usual coarseness she wears, for a groat halfpenny. I wish you would tell the Princess this story. Madame Riccardi, or the little Countess d'Elbenino, will doat on it. I don't think it will be out of Pandolfini's way, if you tell it to the little Albizzi. You see I have not forgot the tone of my Florentine acquaintance.
Lucia had many misgivings but she watched the wagon out of sight with a smile. Her thoughts were soon diverted by the arrival of a big automobile. Captain Riccardi was helped in by the doctor and Lathrop, and after repeated good-bys Lucia took her place beside him. The car started off slowly, they were going to take the train at a point several miles south.
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