Hello World
Mar.
O, farewell, honest soldier:
Who hath reliev'd you?
Fran. Bernardo hath my place.
Give you good night.
[Exit Francisco, L.H.]
The man for wisdom’s various arts renown’d,
Long exercised in woes, O Muse! resound;
Who, when his arms had wrought the destined fall
Of sacred Troy, and razed her heaven-built wall,
Wandering from clime to clime, observant stray’d,
Their manners noted, and their states survey’d,
On stormy seas unnumber’d toils he bore,
Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore:
Vain toils! their impious folly dared to prey
On herds devoted to the god of day;
The god vindictive doom’d them never more
(Ah, men unbless’d!) to touch that natal shore.
Oh, snatch some portion of these acts from fate,
Celestial Muse! and to our world relate.
Thus to cause France to lose Milan the first time it was enough for the Duke Lodovico[1]
[1] Duke Lodovico was Lodovico Moro, a son of Francesco Sforza, who married Beatrice d’Este. He ruled over Milan from 1494 to 1500, and died in 1510.
MY GOOD MADAM: Not a day passes
without our speaking of you. It is our established custom; but there is another
reason besides. Just imagine, while washing and dusting the ceilings and walls,
Madam Magloire has made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with
antique paper whitewashed over, would not discredit a château in the style of
yours. Madam Magloire has pulled off all the paper. There were things beneath.
My drawing-room, which contains no furniture, and which we use for spreading
out the linen after washing, is fifteen feet in height, eighteen square, with a
ceiling which was formerly painted and gilded, and with beams, as in yours.
This was covered with a cloth while this was the hospital. And the woodwork was
of the era of our grandmothers. But my room is the one you ought to see. Madam
Magloire has discovered, under at least ten thicknesses of paper pasted on top,
some paintings, which without being good are very tolerable. The subject is
Telemachus being knighted by Minerva in some gardens, the name of which escapes
me. In short, where the Roman ladies repaired on one single night. What shall I
say to you? I have Romans, and Roman ladies [here occurs an illegible word],
and the whole train. Madam Magloire has cleaned it all off; this summer she is
going to have some small injuries repaired, and the whole revarnished, and my
chamber will be a regular museum. She has also found in a corner of the attic
two wooden pier-tables of ancient fashion.
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I am always very happy. My brother is so good. He gives all he has to
the poor and sick. We are very much cramped. The country is trying in
the winter, and we really must do something for those who are in need.
We are almost comfortably lighted and warmed. You see that these are
great treats.
My brother has ways of his own. When he talks, he says that a bishop
ought to be so. Just imagine! the door of our house is never fastened.
Whoever chooses to enter finds himself at once in my brother’s room. He
fears nothing, even at night. That is his sort of bravery, he says.
He does not wish me or Madame Magloire feel any fear for him. He exposes
himself to all sorts of dangers, and he does not like to have us even
seem to notice it. One must know how to understand him.
He goes out in the rain, he walks in the water, he travels in winter. He
fears neither suspicious roads nor dangerous encounters, nor night.
Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers. He would
not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had
happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and
said, “This is the way I have been robbed!” And then he opened a trunk
full of jewels, all the jewels of the cathedral of Embrun, which the
thieves had given him.
Just imagine, while washing and dusting the ceilings and walls, Madam Magloire has made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper whitewashed over, would not discredit a château in the style of yours. Madam Magloire has pulled off all the paper. There were things beneath.
| For the little seminary | 1,500 livres |
| Society of the mission | 100 ” |
| For the Lazarists of Montdidier | 100 ” |
| Seminary for foreign missions in Paris | 200 ” |
| Congregation of the Holy Spirit | 150 ” |
| Religious establishments of the Holy Land | 100 ” |
| Charitable maternity societies | 300 ” |
| Extra, for that of Arles | 50 ” |
| Work for the amelioration of prisons | 400 ” |
| Work for the relief and delivery of prisoners | 500 ” |
| To liberate fathers of families incarcerated for debt | 1,000 ” |
| Addition to the salary of the poor teachers of the diocese | 2,000 ” |
| Public granary of the Hautes-Alpes | 100 ” |
| Congregation of the ladies of D——, of Manosque, and of Sisteron, for the gratuitous instruction of poor girls | 1,500 ” |
| For the poor | 6,000 ” |
| My personal expenses | 1,000 ” |
| ——— | |
| Total | 15,000 ” |