Seekers in Sicily: Being a Quest for Persephone by Jane and PeripateticaBisland, Elizabeth
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Seekers in Sicily: Being a Quest for Persephone by Jane and Peripatetica
Bisland, Elizabeth
Sicily (Italy) -- Description and travel
At ten o’clock a throbbing dirge begins. The first
of the processions is under way. A band plays a
funeral march, and is followed by acolytes swinging
censers. Pious elderly citizens, perspiring in frock
coats, carry tall, flaming candles that drop wax upon
their clothes. A few priests, in black and purple, follow,
bearing holy vessels. Behind these a row of men
in mediæval armour and carrying halberds, surround
a heavy, hand-borne bier hung with black velvet, on
which rests a glass and gilt case containing an image
of the Crucified—a life-sized image, brown with age.
Presumably it has been taken from some ancient and
272revered Spanish crucifix, for it is crowned with thorns,
is emaciated, is writhed with pain, painted with the
dark, faded red of streaming wounds—one of those
agonised figures conceived by the pious realism of the
older Spanish sculptors.
Immediately follows another hand-borne litter upon
which is standing a tall Virgin clothed in black hood
and mantle—a pallid, narrow-faced Virgin—also Spanish
and realistic. The delicate clasped hands hold a
lace handkerchief, her breast is hung with votive silver
hearts. The features are distorted with grief, the lids,
reddened with tears, are drooped over sunken, deep-shadowed
eyes, and her countenance seamed and
withered—a poignant figure of unutterable maternal
woe! Burning candles alternate with mounds of roses
about the edge of the platform on which she stands.
As the dead Son and the mourning Mother pass, hats
come off and heads are bowed, signs of the cross are
made. A few of the older peasant women fall to their
knees upon the sidewalk and mutter an Agnus Dei, a
Hail Mary, with streaming tears. A priest walks last
of all, rattling a contribution box at the end of a long
stick, looking anxiously at the balconies and windows
from which the well-to-do spectators lean. For his is
but a poor church; the velvet palls and cloaks are cotton,
and frayed and faded, the bier and platform old,
and so massive that the stalwart bearers must set them
down often to wipe away the sweat, which is why it
takes advantage of the unpre-empted morning hours
and is early in the field.
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