Life of Father Ignatius of St. Paul, Passionist (The Hon. & Rev. George Spencer).Pius a Sp. Sancto (Pius a Spiritu Sancto)
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Life of Father Ignatius of St. Paul, Passionist (The Hon. & Rev. George Spencer).
Pius a Sp. Sancto (Pius a Spiritu Sancto)
Passionists; Spencer, George, 1799-1864
Sunday, Sept. 1.--I started at 5 by a still-wagen for Trent, all
alone in it. I came to the Rose Inn, and waited to say mass at the
Church di S. Maria Maggiora, where the Council of Trent was held,
and prayed, as usual on Sundays, for the gift of Faith, which was
appropriate here. The church is quite uninteresting in appearance. I
breakfasted at a cafe, and went about my way of travelling; then at
¼ to 11 went and heard the end of a high mass. I thought to be in
time for all. After it I was very happy in getting myself introduced
to the Bishop, who was extremely agreeable, and said he prayed daily
for England, and promised to recommend it to Maria la Mörl, and to
all the clergy. I left, as if I need take no more trouble about
Trent. I went to the Rosa, and stayed there quiet till dinner at
12½, and then till 4, writing my long days of late in the Journal.
At 4, I got into a carriage carrying four inside to Roveredo, where
I got to the Corona, and went to bed at 8½ or 9.
Monday, Sept. 2.--I set off soon after 3½ with an old _vetturino_,
who rather displeased me last night in making his bargain, by his
flattering way; but I found him a nice old man, and very civil. We
got to Bosketto, on the banks of the Adige (which indeed we followed
all day), at 7¼. I said mass and breakfasted. Then we went on to
dine at a single house, called Ospitaletto. We stayed from 12 to 2;
I wrote two letters. We then started and got to Verona at 4, to the
Hotel di Londra. I took a _laquais de place_, and walked to Count
Persico's house. I was sorry to find him in the country. Then to the
Jesuit Noviciate, where I {317} thought I might possibly find
Connolly. The Superior showed me Padre Odescalchi's room, where he
passed his noviciate. I recommended myself to his prayers. I had
been reading on the road his memoirs, given me at Louvain. The
Superior promised to recommend England. I went then to the
cathedral, and the Bishop being out, I saw the Vicario, who kindly
promised to speak for me to the Bishop. I then went into the
cathedral, where there was a brilliant illumination, and a most
solemn benediction, and then a litany before the altar of the
Blessed Virgin, which reminded me of the holy litanies of Rome. I
have seen nothing like this on the Continent, nor have I seen a town
so full of respectable clergy in every part. Came home and to bed at
8½.
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