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Title: Italian letters of a diplomat's wife, January-May 1880, February-April, 1904
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Waddington, Mary King
Subjects: Italy -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York, Scribnr
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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es,relieving and encouraging the sick and dying, holding upthe cross to the poor dim eyes when life was too nearlygone for any words to avail; and finally was struck downhimself and died in two days. How terribly lonely andcut off we felt—Dr. Valery was the only person we saw.He was allowed to come out every day from Rome, butwas fumigated at the station at Frascati, and again inRome when he got back, obliged to change his clothesoutside the gate before coming into the city. We werenever at all nervous about the cholera. I dont thinkthere was one case at Frascati, and of course all ourthoughts were centred in that great big room with itspink walls and mosaic floor where father* lay desperatelyill. It seems like a dream now, those hot summer nights,when we used to go out on the terrace (upon which hisroom opened) to get bouillon, ice, etc., and we fanciedwe could see the cloud of disease hovering over the Cam- * Charles King, President of Columbia College, father of MadameWaddington.
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President Charles King uf CoUiiiibia (.iilleKe, New \urk City. i88o) OF A DIPLOMATS WIFE 31 pagna. When it was moonlight, and such moonhght,that beautiful golden, southern moon, we saw a longwhite line in the distance—the sea. Circulation was verydifficult, all the roads leading to Albano were barred, andguarded by zouaves; and of course we heard tales of hor-ror from the Italian servants, always most talkative andgraphic in their descriptions. However on the wholethey behaved well. We used to ride every day, andalways passed a little chapel on the way to Castel Gan-dolfo, which was filled with people kneeling and praying—a long line stretching out quite across the road to alittle shrine just opposite. They used to make way forus to pass without getting off their knees, only stretchingout their hands for anything the Principesse americanewould give them. Some of the women were quite absorbed, looking hardat the Madonna in her shrine as if they expected somevisible sign of pity, or

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