. Our Sunday book of reading and pictures . in your face, and tear out your throat. The Hypocrite.—He is the strangerssaint, the neighbours disease, the blot ofgoodness, a rotten stick on a dark night ; thepoppy in a cornfield ; an ill-tempered candlewith a great snuff, that in going out smells ill;an angel abroad, a devil at home ; and worsewhen an angel than when a devil.—FromBishop Halfs Delineations of Character^ 2 N [ 282 ] There dwelt in Naples a matron named Corsina, wife of a worthy cavalierknown as Roamondo del Balzo. Now, it pleased Heaven to take the husbandof Corsina, leaving her a
. Our Sunday book of reading and pictures . in your face, and tear out your throat. The Hypocrite.—He is the strangerssaint, the neighbours disease, the blot ofgoodness, a rotten stick on a dark night ; thepoppy in a cornfield ; an ill-tempered candlewith a great snuff, that in going out smells ill;an angel abroad, a devil at home ; and worsewhen an angel than when a devil.—FromBishop Halfs Delineations of Character^ 2 N [ 282 ] There dwelt in Naples a matron named Corsina, wife of a worthy cavalierknown as Roamondo del Balzo. Now, it pleased Heaven to take the husbandof Corsina, leaving her an only child, named Carlo, who was in every way thecounterpart of his father. Thus the mother resolved that he should inherit allher fortune, and determined to send him to study at Bologna, in order that hemight learn all the accomplishments of his age. With this view she secured amaster for her son, furnished him with books and every other necessary, and, inthe name of Heaven, sent him to Bologna. There the youth made rapid progress,. and in a brief time became a ripe scholar; and all the students admired him forhis genius, and loved him for the excellence of his life. In course of time theboy became a young man, and, having finished his studies, prepared himself toreturn home to Naples, when he suddenly fell into a sickness which defeated theskill of all the physicians of Bologna. When Carlo found that death wasinevitable, he thus ruminated with himself:— I am not afflicted for my own sake, but for my disconsolate mother, whohas no child save me, in whom she has garnered all her earthly hopes, and from THE WIDOW OF NAPLES. 283 whom she looks for future support and for the regeneration of our house. Andwhen she knows that I am dead, and that, too, without her even seeing me, sureI am she herself will suffer a thousand deaths. Thus did he lament more for his mother than for himself. Now, dwellingon these thoughts, he conceived a plan by which he hoped to lessen the bitter
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