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moment, without eliciting the least response from 

 these spectators. They are to be found throughout 

 Italy, wherever one goes ; and I cannot but think it 

 a touching and tender office of the ever-open church 

 to afford shelter and silence to these old worn-out 

 souls. 



The cathedral itself does not contain anything very 

 remarkable, except a silver bust of St Costanzo, once 

 bishop of Capri, which the other day was carried in 

 procession to his chapel, attended by all the priests 

 and half the women of the village. That was the 

 great festa of the island ; for St Costanzo (though 

 some people think St Antonio of Padua a patron 

 more generally useful) is in right and justice the 

 protector of Capri, having arrested the Saracen boats 

 in the old, old times, which were coming to sack and 

 slaughter, by lifting his episcopal arm, and holding 

 out his hand to ward off the visitation. The Saracens 

 could not, with all their strivings, get a boat's length 

 nearer Capri in face of that gesture, more potent than 

 the uplifted arms of Moses, and were dispersed and 

 dashed to pieces and driven to sea, as happens habit- 

 ually to the oppressors of the saints. As for St Cos- 

 tanzo himself, he looks bland but helpless in his 

 silver image, which, being cut short by the breast, 

 conveys naturally an imperfect impression of the 

 beatified bishop ; but all the same, the spectators 

 strewed flowers in his path, and crowded his chapel, 

 and lighted up the piazza at night with fireworks in 



