Morello; or, The organ-boy's progress. Irene, a tale of Carbonarism. Maria Stella, a smugguler's tale. Caroline, a tale of fair Florence. Temporary insanityWiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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Page 272 - For His wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in His pleasure is life : heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Page 149 - ... as his limited sphere can afford. In the morning they are the sports of the wood, in the afternoon athletic exercises; in the evening the whole village assemble, in winter in a large parlour, in summer on the threshingfloor by moonlight — and there with the music of self-taught fiddlers and pipers, seniors and matrons sitting gravely around, they appoint managers and partners, and...
Page 148 - ... of a mass celebrated for the accommodation of the people of his class, and which is called " La Messa degli Ostinati." In the afternoon, all that the town possesses of proud steeds and gilt chariots, is prancing and glancing up and down the Corso ; in the evening the cafes are dazzling with glaring lamps, the theatres are trembling with intoxicating music, the saloons are glowing with social entertainments.
Page 148 - ... half-closed shutters of his shop, to supply the luxuries of the wealthy, is hurried by the last peals of the bell to the nearest church, where he arrives in time to get his two-thirds of a mass celebrated for the accommodation of the people of his class, and which is called
Page 156 - ... distance by the hundred bells jingling at the necks of its gaily-caparisoned mules ; till on its arrival at the toll-house on the borders, the reckless chieftain would march forward alone, and knocking lustily at the bolted door with the buttend of his rifle, tauntingly call out to the trembling ganger within to come out and smoke one of his best Havannahs with him. Strong bodies of gendarmes, and even detachments of regular soldiery, had been posted at those often violated stations. Ambush and...
Page 150 - ... of the morrow. In all these sports the pastor is expected to join, and no joy is complete unless he is there to take his share.
Page 152 - Italian torrents, there, almost at its sources rolls full and wide, several hundred' fathoms below, bounding from rock to rock in a hundred cascades. In front, behind, on all sides, spreads its immense valley, imperceptibly sloping downwards, an endless succession of wild, dreary scenery, of fields, heaths, forests, and cliffs, with towns and hamlets scattered at various intervals ; with steeples of convents, ruins of castles — a world of numberless objects on a measureless space. On the right,...
Page 155 - ... peaceable disposition, frank, patriarchal, hospitable, as the Arabs of the desert, they are only induced to take arms for the vindication of what they consider, their inalienable right of free trade. The Italian governments have in their improvidence laid the heaviest duties on salt, tobacco, gunpowder, and other articles of the same description, and raised toll-gates and custom-offices at every corner of their Lilliputian states. To evade the exactions, and to baffle the vigilance of the officers,...
Page 150 - Sunday morning, loading and shouldering his gun and hallooing after his hounds, shooting his hare with tolerable skill and remarkable good luck, and at the ringing of the bell hurry back to the parsonage at full gallop, wash his bloody hands...
Page 179 - I am only sorry we can have none of his feathers," observed the girl, with great coolness. " I wanted a plume for the cap of my own champion. But come," she added, taking hold of his arm, and hurrying him away, just as he prepared to reload his piece. " We are not a hundred yards from the chapel, and we must not go back without kneeling to the image of our Lady." The mountaineer followed her without a reply, but in a state of unusual depression. Stella, aware of the gloominess of his disposition,...