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‘  churches, over whose arched portals are faded frescoes, with the open belfry, and stone wheel-windows, always so beautiful. Sweet little paths lead away through the fields to convents,—one of Passionists, another of Capuchins; and the draped figures of the monks, pacing up and down the hills, look very peaceful. In the churches still open, are pictures, not by great masters, but of quiet, domestic style, which please me much, especially one of the Virgin offering her breast to the child Jesus. There is often sweet music in these churches; they are dressed with fresh flowers, and the incense is not oppressive, so freely sweeps through them the mountain breeze.’ Here Margaret remained but a month, while Ossoll was kept fast by his guard duties in Rome. ‘Addio, tutto caro’ she writes; ‘I shall receive you with the greatest joy, when you can come. If it were only possible to be nearer to you! for, except the good air and the security, this place does not please me.’ And again:— ‘How much I long to be near you! You write nothing of yourself, and this makes me anxious and sad. Dear and good! I pray for, thee often, now that it is all I can do for thee. We must hope that Destiny will at last grow weary of persecuting. Ever thy affectionate.’ Meantime Ossoli writes:—‘Why do you not send me tidings of yourself, every post-day . since the post leaves Aquila three times a week. I send, you journals or letters every time the post leaves Rome. You should do the same. Take courage, and thus you will make me happier also; and you can think how sad I must feel in not being near you, dearest, to care for all your want,’
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