Mentone, Cairo and Corfu . ooking at the mammothbouquet. I might fasten it to the saddle, and relieve yourhands, Miss Trescott, suggested Verney. So thedelicate gray gloves relinquished the pound of mallow,which was tied to the saddle, and there hung igno-miniously all the remainder of the day. The church and convent of L Annunziata crown anisolated vine-clad hill between two of the lovely valleysbehind Mentone. The church was at the end of alittle plaza, surrounded by a stone-wall; in front therewas an opening towards the south, where stood an ironcross twenty feet high, visible, owing to its
Mentone, Cairo and Corfu . ooking at the mammothbouquet. I might fasten it to the saddle, and relieve yourhands, Miss Trescott, suggested Verney. So thedelicate gray gloves relinquished the pound of mallow,which was tied to the saddle, and there hung igno-miniously all the remainder of the day. The church and convent of L Annunziata crown anisolated vine-clad hill between two of the lovely valleysbehind Mentone. The church was at the end of alittle plaza, surrounded by a stone-wall; in front therewas an opening towards the south, where stood an ironcross twenty feet high, visible, owing to its situation,for many a mile. The stone monastery was on oneside; and the whole looked like a little fortification onthe point of the hill. We went into the church, andlooked at the primitive ex-votos on the wall, principallythe offerings of Mediterranean sailors in remembranceof escape from shipwreck—fragments of rope andchain, pictures of storms at sea, and little woodenmodels of ships. In addition to these marine souve-. THE MONASTERY OFl ANNUNZIATA nirs, there were alsosome tokens of eventson dry land, generally pictures of run-aways, where such remarkable angelswere represented sitting unexpectedlybut calmly on the tops of trees by theroad-side that it was no wonder thehorses ran. But the lovely view of seaand shore at the foot of the great cross in the sunshinewas better than the dark, musty little church, and wesoon went out and seated ourselves on the edge of thewall to look at it. While we were there one of theCapuchins, clad in his long brown gown, came out,crossed the plaza, gazed at us slowly, and then withequal slowness stooped and kissed the base of the cross,and returned, giving us another long gaze as he passed. Was that piety or curiosity ? I said. I think it was Miss Trescott, said Baker. 75 Now as Miss Elaine was present, this was a littlecruel; but I learned afterwards that Baker had beenrendered violent that day by hearing that his Americanpoliteness regard
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