The Hidden Servants and Other Very Old Stories

Through the streets of old Siena, at the dawning of the day, Went the holy Caterina, as the bells began to sound; With the light of peace celestial in her eyes of olive gray, Fo...

There were none who had not heard him, for his voice was loud and clear, And a low, admiring murmur rose from all the couches near, While the Patriarch stood rejoicing in the de...

From time immemorial, a lamp burns every night before this little shrine: the oil is provided by the poor women of the vicinity (and they are very poor indeed), each one laying...

To those who are fortunate enough to know Miss Alexander's pen and pencil pictures of Italian peasant life the very name of Francesca, over which her early work was published, c...

A storm of voices around her rose; The woman's purpose they all oppose. "_Which way?_" they angrily say; "but how? Wilt thou have courage to seek him now? And after thy shameful...

Then humbly speaking, "The Lord," said he, "Has had great mercy on you and me! And now, my son, I must tell you why I came to speak with you--know that I Have tried with the Lor...

'T was not so large as the first had been, But it seemed a fearful weight! "And whose am I holding now?" she asked, For it did not look so great.

"I come not here to confess my sins, For you know them all too well; My crimes are many and black and great, They are more than tongue can tell.