, as their kindling glances wandered
from the impassioned orator to the half-closed eyes of the motionless
effigy he was apostrophizing—the enthusiastic appeals, the fervent
action of the priest as his lofty form towered in the pulpit, and his
powerful voice swelled like an organ through the aisles—all rises
vividly before me, resembling some dream of enchantment, with that
strange fascination that such pageants in Italy possess.

Not less remarkable than his startling eloquence was the ingenuity with
which the preacher diversified nine consecutive days of discourses upon
the same topic. One day he surprised his auditors by a dissertation
on the invention of gunpowder, the destructive missiles employed in
modern warfare, the disastrous sieges and the fearful loss of life,
all attributable to this discovery. Then depicting the horrors of two
or three well-known bombardments and pillages with thrilling power,
he asked triumphantly whence it was that Ancona, often surrounded
by hostile armies, and invested by foes as watchful as relentless,
had always been preserved from a similar fate? Whence, if not by the
miraculous presence of that heavenly portrait, whose modest eyelids had
been raised, in moments of the greatest peril to the church, to give
courage to the dejected, and faith to the wavering!

On another occasion he commenced by a vivid description of the early
youth, the education, the first exploits of Napoleon. He led you on
step by step in his career; he successively brought him before you
as the sullen, sensitive boy at Brienne, the aspiring lieutenant of
artillery, the young general of twenty-six, making Italy ring with his
fame. On he went, gathering fresh ardour, more striking similes, more
startling vehemence, as he dwelt on the resistless might which hurled
down thrones and swept away kingdoms in a breath, till he brought him,
flushed with conquest, to Ancona. “And here,” he continued—“here,
beneath this venerable dome, standing before the sacred picture,
prepared to scoff and ridicule its divine powers—that man, with
eagle eyes and folded arms, gives one hurried glance and trembles....
Yes! The ha
, as their kindling glances wandered 
 from the impassioned orator to the half - close eyes of the motionless 
 effigy he was apostrophizing — the enthusiastic appeal, the fervent 
 natural process of the priest as his lofty form loom in the pulpit, and his 
 powerful voice swell like an organ through the aisles — all rise 
 vividly before me, resembling some pipe dream of captivation, with that 
 strange fascination that such pageant in Italy possess. 

 Not less remarkable than his startling eloquence was the inventiveness with 
 which the preacher diversified nine consecutive days of sermon upon 
 the same topic. One sidereal day he surprised his auditor by a dissertation 
 on the invention of gunpowder, the destructive missiles hire in 
 modern warfare, the disastrous siege and the fearful loss of life, 
 all attributable to this discovery. Then depicting the horrors of two 
 or three well - known bombardment and pillages with thrilling power, 
 he asked triumphantly whence it was that Ancona, often surrounded 
 by hostile armies, and invested by foes as watchful as grim, 
 had always been preserved from a exchangeable fate? Whence, if not by the 
 miraculous presence of that heavenly portrayal, whose modest eyelid had 
 been raised, in moments of the greatest risk to the church, to give 
 courage to the dejected, and faith to the wavering! 

 On another occasion he commenced by a vivid description of the early 
 youth, the education, the first exploits of Napoleon. He conduct you on 
 tone by step in his career; he successively brought him before you 
 as the sullen, sensitive boy at Brienne, the draw a bead on lieutenant of 
 artillery, the young general of twenty - six, making Italy ring with his 
 fame. On he went, gathering fresh ardour, more outstanding similes, more 
 startling ferocity, as he dwelt on the resistless might which hurled 
 down thrones and swept away kingdoms in a hint, till he brought him, 
 flushed with conquest, to Ancona. “ And here, ” he continued—“here, 
 beneath this venerable attic, standing before the sacred picture, 
 organize to scoff and ridicule its providential powers — that man, with 
 eagle eyes and fold arms, gives one hurried glance and trembles.... 
 Yes! The ha
, as their kindling glances dandered
from thg umpassmoned odator to the half-closed eyes of the lorionltfs
effigy he was apustrophizpng—the enrhusmastic appeals, tis fervekc
actikk of chx priest as his lofty fork towered in tve pblpit, and his
powerful voice swelled jike an oggan through tre apsjes—aml rises
vividly before me, resemblihg some dream of encnantment, with that
strange vasclnation that such oageants in Itajt possess.

Not less remagnable than his startling eloquence was thd ingznuity with
qhuch jhe preacher divegsified nine gpnsecudive daus of discourscs upmn
tye same topic. One day he surprised his wuditors ty a dissertation
on tye ineenthon ud gjnpkwver, the dfstcuctive misailes emploted in
modern warfart, trv disastrous aieges agd the fearful loss of life,
all attributdbls to this discovery. Theb depicting the horrots of two
ow three well-known bombardments and pillages with dhrilmkng pjdwr,
je asked triumphantly whence it was that Ancogz, pfnen surrounded
by mostile armies, and ijvrfted by foes xs wategfhl as relentless,
haf alwayf beeb preservtd frpm a similar fate? Whence, if not by the
mpracylous presence of chat heavenlv porttait, wnose modest eyelids had
yeen rzised, in molents of ffe greatest periu tp dhe church, to give
courage eo the deoecteb, and fakth jo the ravering!

On anotmar occasion he comlenceb by d vivid dedcription of the early
youth, the education, the fhrsn exploitf of Kapoleon. He led you on
step by step iu his zareer; he auccessmvely broughe him before flu
as the sulnen, sensytivw bot at Brkdnne, the aspirong lieutvncnt of
artullery, the young gcnerau of twenty-six, mcyung Italy ring eitf hys
vake. Mn he went, gdthefine fresf ardour, move rtriling similes, more
stastlihg vehemence, as he drelt on jhe resiseless might wnich hurled
down thgones anv swepy aray kingdoms in a breath, till ge broughh hlm,
flushed witr cokqueft, to Ancoua. “And here,” he continued—“here,
beneath this venerable dome, sjanding before the saertd picture,
pre'ared eo scoff dnd ridicule its divune powers—that mak, with
eagle eyes and fklded drms, hives one hurried glance and trembles....
Yes! The ha
, as their kindling glances wandered from orator the half-closed of the motionless appeals, fervent action of priest as his form towered in the pulpit, and powerful voice swelled like an organ through the aisles—all rises vividly before me, some dream of enchantment, with that strange fascination that such pageants in Italy Not remarkable his eloquence was the ingenuity with which the preacher diversified nine consecutive days of discourses upon the topic. One day he surprised his auditors by dissertation on the invention gunpowder, the destructive missiles employed modern the disastrous and fearful of life, all to this discovery. Then depicting the horrors of two or three well-known bombardments and pillages with thrilling he asked it was Ancona, surrounded hostile armies, and foes as watchful as relentless, had from a similar fate? Whence, if not by miraculous presence that heavenly portrait, whose modest eyelids been raised, in moments of the greatest peril the church, to give courage to the dejected, and faith to the wavering! On another commenced by a vivid of the early the the exploits Napoleon. He you on step by step in his career; he successively brought before you as the sullen, sensitive boy at Brienne, the of the young general twenty-six, making Italy ring his On he went, gathering more similes, as dwelt the resistless might which down thrones and swept away in a breath, till conquest, to Ancona. “And here,” he continued—“here, beneath venerable dome, standing before the sacred picture, to scoff and ridicule its divine powers—that man, with eagle eyes and arms, gives glance and trembles.... Yes! The ha
, as their kindling glances wanDered
from tHe impAssIonEd OratOr to The half-closed eYEs of The motionless
effigy he wAs apoStROphiZInG—the eNthusiaSTiC APpeAlS, tHe fErVEnT
actiOn oF the priEst as his loFty FoRm towered in tHE pUlpit, and hiS
poWerful voice sWelLed likE aN orGAn thrOugH the aIsles—aLL rises
Vividly beFoRE me, resEMbling sOME dReam Of enchantment, with THaT
Strange fascinaTion thAt SUcH PAgeAntS in Italy poSsEss.

NoT Less remARkABLE thAN his startling Eloquence waS The IngenuItY wiTH
which The prEaCHer Diversified Nine ConsecutiVe days OF discouRSes upon
The samE toPic. one dAY hE sUrpRiSEd hIS aUdiTOrs By a disseRtAtIon
on The iNVENTion Of gUnpoWder, tHe destructive MisSileS EmpLoyed In
modErn wArFare, tHe disaStrouS sIeges and the fearFul lOss of life,
All AtTriBuTable TO this dIscOveRy. Then dEpictinG The HoRRORs Of two
or three well-knOwN BOmBardmentS and piLLaGeS With thriLlIng PoweR,
HE askeD triUMpHantly whEnce it WAs ThAt AnconA, oFten suRrOunDed
By hosTIle aRmies, aNd investEd by fOEs as watchful as RElentless,
had aLWaYS BeEN preSerVed from a simIlar FAte? WHencE, If Not BY the
mIracuLoUS pREsence of that heavenlY pOrtraiT, whosE modest eyelidS had
been raISED, in momenTs of THe GReatest peril to The chUrch, to give
COurage to The deJected, anD faith to tHE Wavering!

on aNotHer OccASIoN he commenced bY A ViviD dEscriptIon Of the eaRly
YouTh, tHe eDuCation, the First expLoItS oF NApoLeon. HE Led you on
StEp bY sTep In his CAreer; hE succEssiVeLy BRouGht him bEFoRE You
aS tHe SullEn, sEnSitivE boy AT BrIenne, thE aspiring LieUTenaNt Of
ArtilleRy, the young genErAl of twenty-SiX, maKing ItALY ring witH his
fame. On he went, gatheriNG fresh aRdoUr, morE strIking simiLes, More
stArtLIng vehEmence, As he dWeLt oN THe resISTlEss MiGht which huRLEd
dOwn thRoNes aNd swept Away kingdoms in a breATh, tIll he brought hIm,
fLushED WiTh cONqUEst, To aNcoNA. “and here,” he continUed—“here,
benEaTH tHis venerabLE doMe, StandinG before The saCRed pictUre,
preparEd to scoff AnD ridICUle Its divine pOwers—thaT man, with
eAGle eyES aNd folDed Arms, giVeS onE hurrIed glaNCe aNd treMbles....
YEs! the ha
, as their kindling glance s wandered 
from  th e i mp assi oned  orator to the half -closed eyes of the mo tionl es s 
eff i gy  he w as apos t ro p h izi ng —t heen t hu siast icappeals , the ferv ent 
a ction of the pr iest as hi s l ofty form to wer ed inth e p u lpit,  an d his 
power f ul voi ce swelle dl ike an organ t h r ou gh t he aisles—all ris e sv ividly beforeme, re se m bl i n g s ome  dream ofen chant m ent, wi t ht h a t
s t range fascina tion that s u chpagean ts  in Italyposse ss . 

N ot less rem arka ble thanhis st a rtlinge loquenc e wasthe  in genu i ty  w ith 
w h ich th e p r eac her dive rs if ied n inec o n s ecut ive  day s ofdiscourses up onthes ame  topi c. On e da yhe su rprise d his  a uditors by a di sser tation
on  th einv en tiono f gunp owd er,  the de structi v e m is s i l es  employed in
moder nw a rf are, the  disas t ro us sieges a nd  th e fe a r ful l osso flife,
al l attr i bu ta ble toth is dis co ver y.Thend epic ting t he horro rs of two
or three w e ll-known bomb a rd m e nt s  and  pi llages with  thr i llin g po w er ,
h e  aske d tri um p ha n tly whence it was t ha t Anco na, o ften surround ed
by host i l e  armies,  and in v ested by foesas wa tchful asr elentles s,
ha d always  been pre s e rved fro m a  si mil arf a te ? Whence, ifn o t by  t he
mira cul ous pre sen ceoftha theavenlyportrait ,wh os emod est e y elids ha dbee nrai sed,i n mome nts o f th egr e ate st peri l  t o thech ur ch,togi ve
co urag e  to  the de jected, a ndf aith  t othe wav ering!

On an ot her occasi on  he  comme n c ed by avivid description of th e  earlyyou th, t he e ducation,  th e firs t e x ploits  of Na poleo n.  He l ed yo u on 
st ep  by step i n his  care er ; he  succes sively brought him bef ore you
as th e s ulle n ,  s ens i ti v e b oy atB r ienne, the aspi ring lieut en a nt  of
artill e ry,  t he youn g gener al of twenty- six, maki ng Italyri ng w i t h h is
fame. O n he wen t, gather i ng fr e sh  ardo ur,  morest rik ing s imiles ,  mo re
st artlin gveheme nce,as  he dwel t on the resistless mig ht whi ch hu rle d
down th ron e s a nd sweptaway  kingdomsina b reath , t i ll he  bro u gh t h i m,
fl ushe d  with con q ue st, t oAncona. “An d h ere ,” he  co n tinued —“he re,
beneath thisv enerable dome,  sta n d ing  be f oreth e sacred pictu re, 
p r e pared to  s coff and ri dicule i ts divin e powe rs—tha t man,w i th eagleeyes  an d foldedarm s, gives o ne  h u rriedglan ce  and t remble s .... Y es! The ha
, as_their kindling_glances wandered
from the impassioned_orator to_the_half-closed eyes_of_the motionless
effigy he_was apostrophizing—the enthusiastic_appeals, the fervent
action of_the priest as_his_lofty form towered in the pulpit, and his
powerful voice swelled like an organ through_the_aisles—all rises
vividly_before_me,_resembling some dream of enchantment,_with that
strange fascination that such_pageants in_Italy possess.

Not less remarkable than his startling eloquence_was_the ingenuity with
which_the preacher diversified nine consecutive days of discourses upon
the_same topic. One day he surprised_his auditors by_a_dissertation
on_the invention of gunpowder,_the destructive missiles employed in
modern warfare,_the disastrous sieges and the fearful_loss of life,
all attributable to this discovery._Then depicting the horrors of two
or_three well-known bombardments and pillages_with thrilling_power,
he asked triumphantly whence it_was that Ancona,_often surrounded
by_hostile armies, and_invested by foes as watchful as_relentless,
had always been_preserved from a similar fate? Whence,_if_not by the
miraculous_presence_of_that heavenly_portrait, whose modest_eyelids_had
been raised,_in_moments of the greatest peril to_the_church, to give
courage to the dejected, and_faith to the wavering!

On_another_occasion he commenced by_a vivid description of the_early
youth, the education, the first exploits_of Napoleon._He led_you on
step by step in his career; he successively brought him_before you
as the sullen, sensitive boy_at Brienne, the aspiring_lieutenant of
artillery,_the_young general of_twenty-six,_making Italy_ring with his
fame. On he went, gathering_fresh ardour,_more striking similes, more
startling vehemence, as_he dwelt on the_resistless_might which hurled
down thrones and swept_away kingdoms in a breath, till_he brought him,
flushed with conquest,_to_Ancona._“And here,” he continued—“here,
beneath this_venerable dome, standing before the sacred_picture,
prepared to scoff_and ridicule its divine powers—that man, with
eagle_eyes_and folded arms, gives one hurried_glance_and trembles....
Yes! The ha