Mentone, Cairo and Corfu . ack was of the same age, and equally handsome,as far as the coloring and outline bestowed by naturecould go. His dark eyes were fixed immovably uponthe occupant of the phaeton, and I wondered if he wasnoting the difference; it seemed as if he must be not-ing it. It was a striking tableau of lifes utmost richesand utmost poverty. That evening there was music in the garden; a bandof Italian singers chanted one or two songs to the saints,and then ended with a gay Tarantella, which set allthe house-maids dancing in the moonlight. We lis-tened to the music, and looked off
Mentone, Cairo and Corfu . ack was of the same age, and equally handsome,as far as the coloring and outline bestowed by naturecould go. His dark eyes were fixed immovably uponthe occupant of the phaeton, and I wondered if he wasnoting the difference; it seemed as if he must be not-ing it. It was a striking tableau of lifes utmost richesand utmost poverty. That evening there was music in the garden; a bandof Italian singers chanted one or two songs to the saints,and then ended with a gay Tarantella, which set allthe house-maids dancing in the moonlight. We lis-tened to the music, and looked off over the still sea. Isnt it beautiful? said Mrs. Clary. I thinkloving Mentone is like loving your lady-love. To youshe is all beautiful, and you describe her as perhaps when others see her they say: She isby no means all beautiful; she has this or that do you mean ? Then you answer: I love her;therefore to me she is all beautiful. As for her faults,they may be there, but I do not see them : I am CAPUCHIN MONKS 79 That same evening Margaret gave me the followingverses which she had written : MENTONE. u And there w<xs given unto them a short time before they wentforward. Upon this sunny shoreA little space for rest. The care and sorrow, Sad memorys haunting pain that would not cease,Are left behind. It is not yet to-morrow. To-day there falls the dear surprise of peace;The sky and sea, their broad wings round us sweeping,Close out the world, and hold us in their little space for rest. Ah ! though soon oer,How precious is it on the sunny shore! Upon this sunny shoreA little space for love, while those, our dearest, Yet linger with us ere they take their flightTo that far world which now doth seem the nearest, So deep and pure this skys down-bending , one by one, the golden hours are givenA respite ere the earthly ties are left alone, how, mid our tears, we storeEach breath of their last days upon this shore! Upon this
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