in no respect belie the evidence borne by his manly
and truthful countenance to its warmth and sincerity.
He seemed quite absorbed in his wife and child. I
cannot remember, ever to have found Madame Ossoli
alone, on the evenings when she remained at home."
Mr. Hurlbut says further: “Notwithstanding his general reserve and curtness of speech, on two or three occasions he showed himself to possess quite a quick and vivid fancy, and even a certain share of humour. I have heard him tell stories remarkably well. One tale especially, which related to a dream he had in early life, I remember as being told with great felicity and vivacity of expression.”
Though opposed, like all liberals, to the ecclesiastical governmeut of Rome, the Marchese appeared to Mr. Hurlbut a devout Catholic. He often attended vesper services in Florence, and Margaret unwavering in her Protestantism, still found it sweet to kneel by his side.
Margaret read, this winter, Louis Blanc's Story of Ten Years, and Lamartine's Girondists. Her days were divided between family cares and her literary work, which for the time consisted in recording her impressions of recent events. She sometimes passed an evening at the rooms occupied by the Mozier and Chapman families, where the Americans then resident in Florence were often gathered together. She duet Mr. and Mrs. Browning often, and with great pleasure. The Marchesa Arconati she saw almost daily.
One of Margaret's last descriptions is of the Duomo,[1] which she visited with her husband on Christmas eve:—
“No one was there. Only the altars were lit up,
- ↑ Cathedral
