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LETTERS FROM 
Demons fierce the power obey. 
Death and sorrow haste away. 
Ocean does its bounds forsake, 
Cleansed are lepers, fetters break; 
Palsied limbs have strength again, 
Age and youth lost power regain. 
Dangers vanish, want departs, 
Who such holy aid imparts; 
Where these wondrous things befel, 
Let the men of Padua tell. 
I am surprised to find that Mount Etna, 
though at the distance of about one hundred 
and twenty miles, is distinctly visible from 
this island in clear weather. I have seen it 
twice from the roof of our hotel. It appeared 
like a white cloud on the horizon, but with 
a perfectly clear and distinct outline; and 
with a telescope I could distinguish the 
black crater, and the dark shadows on the 
sides of the mountain. 
In a few days we hope to be comfortably 
