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O Tree of Carmel !” said he had finished she sat a little

What wouldest thou with us while with her white cheek sinners ?”

against her hand, whispering And the woman at the door words in an unknown tongue said, “My friends, I have no (they said, who knew no baby roof to my head; will you take language) to the child on her

I am hungry; have lap. He lifted up a little hand, you no meat for my child and and, “Eh, my son, my son,” she me?

said, 66 wilt thou take of me?” The host in Stefano jogged Then she gave him the breast, the sinner to speak. “Surely, while not a soul said anything surely, sweet Lady! Surely, but prayers for half an hour. surely. I entreat your Gracious When the child slept the Lady ness to enter, to step in, to ac folded

up her dress, covered him commodate, to sit down, to be with her cloak, and rose up in pleased to be easy, to-to-to their midst.

inspiration failed him— “ Only the poor love the “ to sit down, in short,” was his poor,” said she, in those low lame conclusion. His sweat (as tones which all Verona came to he said next day) would have know by heart, “and only they blinded any other man.

who have little to eat give to Through the backing ranks of them that have less. My little the scared company-Robaccia son will bless you for your leaning face to the wall, sob- charity; and I, good friends, bing her heart out; Picagente, will pray my master to reward the hairy brigand, breathing you when he comes. Addio, short and hard ; the shepherd, addio, be with God." Then she glorified, exalted, bursting with would have gone and left them prophecy; two thieves at their crying had not Robaccio, the prayers and a wanton taking blowsy wench and good-forthe words from them,—through naught, wailed aloud and caught such an assembly the Lady of her by the knees. the Peach-tree (who else, pray ?) “Mother, mother, mother!' walked to the table. A soft whimpered this hardy rascal, grey light from without filled “ bless me a little more than the the room ; there was no need of others, a very little more! I a lamp, nor did any eye then on am bad-Eh, God, I am vile watch fail to see all that fol- enough !—but I will never let lowed. Bread and wine were thee go save thou kiss me.” served by Stefano on bent knee; You could have heard the bread and wine (but sparingly) roomful of them catch breath todid the Lady eat from cup and gether. Crucciacorda, the other platter. That cup, that platter, woman, laughed horribly; the encased in gold leaves and shepherd made a step forward crusted with turquoise, are to to drag the slut away. But this day in the Treasury. no! The light seemed to swell Crutches have been cast be- and grow towards that point fore them, hearts innumerable where it threatens to be music, burn about them, When she so charged with messages it is

ing cloud.

-it came undoubtedly from the outside its door. The ladies of heart of the Lady through her the litters were in the room smile.

For smile she did, as upon their knees; the knights sweetly, as tenderly, as a break- of the horses, their great hel

The sun of her smile mets on their backs, knelt in was like a clean breath in the the kennel praying devoutly. stivy den; and, behold, she took The wail of “Dies Iræ" went Robaccia by the hand and lifted down the Corso and up again, her up, she encircled her with a “Salve Regina ” wavered over mothering arm, and drew her the sunny spaces of the Brà. In close to her own breast. Her the amphitheatre, after an openlips touched the bad girl's air mass, the cardinal legate cheek, lingered for a moment solemnly exposed the relics of there, wistfully withdrew; and last night's miracle, and a bodyMadonna of the Peach-tree, guard of twenty noble youths, none staying her now, went out six chaplains, and a Benedictine into the dead street, and was abbot went to the suburb to seen no more of that company. escort into the city the curate

The sun at noon looked down with the Peach-stone. It was a upon Verona at peace, upon her glorious day, never to be forcitizens at their prayers. Never gotten in the annals of Verona. was such a scene in the stormy Charity and the open heart went little city before. All the bells side by side with compunction of all the churches pealed all and the searching of the heart. day—with no lack of arms to Tears were shed and kissed pull them. Men and women away ; kisses induced the fall ran to and fro kissing whom of gentler tears. It might be they met, with a “Save you, stoutly questioned whether Verbrother!" "Save you, sister! ona held one unshriven soul, well met, well met !” The Grey one sin unspoken, or one solace Brethren, the Black Brethren, unawarded. the White Brethren of Carmel, It might be reasonably quesheld hands, and confessed to tioned, yet it must be denied. each other as many sins as they Within the walls of the friars had time to remember. Can of Mount Carmel were two unGrande went unarmed about easy spirits. Fra Sulpicio, the his own city, Bevilacqua un fat prior, was extended face barred his door, Giusti married downwards before the high his mistress, the bishop said his altar; Fra Battista, the eloprayers. The cripples at the quent preacher, chewed his church doors had no need to thumb in his cell. The pittanwhine. As for the tavern of ciar, on the other hand, was of the Golden Fish, it smelt of the common mind. lavender and musk and berga- ambling down the Via Leoni mot the day through. At one with Brother Patricio of the time there were eight litters Capuchinson one

arm and with their bearers, eleven stal- Brother Martino of the Dominilions, trapped and emblazoned, cans on the other, singing “In held by eleven grooms in livery, Exitu Israel” like a choir-boy.

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O Tree of Carmel !” said he had finished she sat a little 6. What wouldest thou with us while with her white cheek sinners?”

against her hand, whispering And the woman at the door words in an unknown tongue said, "My friends, I have no (they said, who knew no baby roof to my head; will you take language) to the child on her me in ?

I am hungry; have lap. He lifted up a little hand, you no meat for my child and and, “Eh, my son, my son,” she

said, “wilt thou take of me?The host in Stefano jogged Then she gave him the breast, the sinner to speak. “Surely, while not a soul said anything surely, sweet Lady! Surely, but prayers for half an hour. surely. I entreat your Gracious When the child slept the Lady ness to enter, to step in, to ac- folded up her dress, covered him commodate, to sit down, to be with her cloak, and rose up in pleased to be easy, to-to-to their midst.

” inspiration failed him “ Only the poor love the “to sit down, in short," was his poor," said she, in those low lame conclusion. His sweat (as tones which all Verona came to he said next day) would have know by heart, “and only they blinded any other man.

who have little to eat give to Through the backing ranks of them that have less. My little the scared company-Robaccia son will bless you for your leaning face to the wall, sob- charity; and I, good friends, bing her heart out; Picagente, will pray my master to reward the hairy brigand, breathing you when he comes. Addio, short and hard; the shepherd, addio, be with God.” Then she glorified, exalted, bursting with would have gone and left them prophecy; two thieves at their crying had not Robaccio, the prayers and a wanton taking blowsy Wench and good-forthe words from them,—through naught, wailed aloud and caught such an assembly the Lady of her by the knees. the Peach-tree (who else, pray ?) “Mother, mother, mother!” walked to the table. A soft whimpered this hardy rascal, grey light from without filled “bless me a little more than the the room ; there was no need of others, a very little more! I a lamp, nor did any eye then on am bad— Eh, God, I am vile watch fail to see all that fol- enough !—but I will never let lowed. Bread and wine were thee go save thou kiss me.” served by Stefano on bent knee; You could have heard the bread and wine (but sparingly) roomful of them catch breath todid the Lady eat from cup and gether. Crucciacorda, the other platter. That cup, that platter, woman, laughed horribly; the encased in gold leaves and shepherd made a step forward crusted with turquoise, are to to drag the slut away.

But this day in the Treasury. no! The light seemed to swell Crutches have been cast be- and grow towards that point fore them, hearts innumerable where it threatens to be music, burn about them. When she so charged with messages it is

ing cloud.

-it came undoubtedly from the outside its door. The ladies of heart of the Lady through her the litters were in the room smile.

For smile she did, as upon their knees; the knights sweetly, as tenderly, as a break- of the horses, their great hel

The sun of her smile mets on their backs, knelt in was like a clean breath in the the kennel praying devoutly. stivy den ; and, behold, she took The wail of “Dies Iræe" went Robaccia by the hand and lifted down the Corso and up again, her up, she encircled her with a “Salve Regina ” wavered over mothering arm, and drew her the sunny spaces of the Brà. In close to her own breast. Her the amphitheatre, after an openlips touched the bad girl's air mass, the cardinal legate cheek, lingered for a moment solemnly exposed the relics of there, wistfully withdrew; and last night's miracle, and a bodyMadonna of the Peach-tree, guard of twenty noble youths, none staying her now, went out six chaplains, and a Benedictine into the dead street, and was abbot went to the suburb to seen no more of that company. escort into the city the curate

The sun at noon looked down with the Peach-stone. It was a upon Verona at peace, upon her glorious day, never to be forcitizens at their prayers. Never gotten in the annals of Verona. was such a scene in the stormy Charity and the open heart went little city before. All the bells side by side with compunction of all the churches pealed all and the searching of the heart. day—with no lack of arms to Tears were shed and kissed pull them. Men and women

away ; kisses induced the fall ran to and fro kissing whom of gentler tears. It might be they met, with a “Save you, stoutly questioned whether Verbrother !” “Save

ona held one unshriven soul, well met, well met!” The Grey one sin unspoken, or one solace Brethren, the Black Brethren, unawarded. the White Brethren of Carmel, It might be reasonably quesheld hands, and confessed to tioned, yet it must be denied. each other as many sins as they Within the walls of the friars had time to remember. Can of Mount Carmel were two unGrande went unarmed about easy spirits. Fra Sulpicio, the his own city, Bevilacqua un fat prior, was extended face barred his door, Giusti married downwards before the high his mistress, the bishop said his altar; Fra Battista, the eloprayers. The cripples at the quent preacher, chewed his church doors had no need to thumb in his cell. The pittanwhine. As for the tavern of ciar, on the other hand, was of the Golden Fish, it smelt of the common mind.

He was lavender and musk and berga- ambling down the Via Leoni mot the day through. At one with Brother Patricio of the time there were eight litters Capuchinson

arm and with their bearers, eleven stal- Brother Martino of the Dominilions, trapped and emblazoned, cans on the other, singing “In held by eleven grooms in livery, Exitu Israel” like a choir-boy.

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