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The chapel of the nunery is in the best preservation. Some silver ornaments still remain there - and the old nuns have kept at bay somewhat the ravages of time and dirt. These ten old nuns are all that remain of the old establishment. | The chapel of the nunery is in the best preservation. Some silver ornaments still remain there - and the old nuns have kept at bay somewhat the ravages of time and dirt. These ten old nuns are all that remain of the old establishment. | ||
Scarcely a day passed as night while we were in Panama - but there was a procession of the priest. They are preceeded by a bell. Many nights I was awakened by the chanting of these processions - and going out upon the balcony watched them as surrounded with torches they passed along. The customary habits of the priests is a long brimed hat and black gown. They are polite and seemed to like notice from us Americans. I used regularly to bow on meeting the padres. | Scarcely a day passed as night while we were in Panama - but there was a procession of the priest. They are preceeded by a bell. Many nights I was awakened by the chanting of these processions - and going out upon the balcony watched them as surrounded with torches they passed along. The customary habits of the priests is a long brimed hat and black gown. They are polite and seemed to like notice from us Americans. I used regularly to bow on meeting the padres. | ||
One of the things which was pleasant at first - but became a great annoyance at lenth was the chiming or tolling of the bells. The noise and alarum of the good - the passable or the cracked and bad ones - made quite a jingle - but it came so often that I wished the Devil had all the bells in the place. Such horrible and discordant mingling of sounds was enough to split one's ears. | |||
At Gorgona - where I went to the church one Sunday - the building and its appurtenanas looked the most povery striken imaginable. Outside on a pole - was suspended several fragments of bells - a tongue hung gloomyly down without a piece of metal whence to sound its melancholy tale. A mutilated image - a rough cross - a tin Hivst - bore witness unto what straitened circumstances Popey had fallen - with what desperate effort it kept its head above water. | |||
One of our pastimes - when weary within doors was to walk about the streets or saunter through the shops. These are all attended by the women. Next door to our quarters was a shop kept by a woman - who was the widow of an Englishman and having lived some years in the island of Jamaica - spoke English tolerably - Señora Doneda was quite talkative and good humored - and very proud of her daughter Hesefa - who had been educated at Chara - and played the guitar quite well. We were first attracted there by this young Senoritas music. They were quite a respectable family - and prided |
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50 saints - if they could only speak - their lamentations would exceed Jeremiahs. The chapel of the nunery is in the best preservation. Some silver ornaments still remain there - and the old nuns have kept at bay somewhat the ravages of time and dirt. These ten old nuns are all that remain of the old establishment. Scarcely a day passed as night while we were in Panama - but there was a procession of the priest. They are preceeded by a bell. Many nights I was awakened by the chanting of these processions - and going out upon the balcony watched them as surrounded with torches they passed along. The customary habits of the priests is a long brimed hat and black gown. They are polite and seemed to like notice from us Americans. I used regularly to bow on meeting the padres. One of the things which was pleasant at first - but became a great annoyance at lenth was the chiming or tolling of the bells. The noise and alarum of the good - the passable or the cracked and bad ones - made quite a jingle - but it came so often that I wished the Devil had all the bells in the place. Such horrible and discordant mingling of sounds was enough to split one's ears. At Gorgona - where I went to the church one Sunday - the building and its appurtenanas looked the most povery striken imaginable. Outside on a pole - was suspended several fragments of bells - a tongue hung gloomyly down without a piece of metal whence to sound its melancholy tale. A mutilated image - a rough cross - a tin Hivst - bore witness unto what straitened circumstances Popey had fallen - with what desperate effort it kept its head above water. One of our pastimes - when weary within doors was to walk about the streets or saunter through the shops. These are all attended by the women. Next door to our quarters was a shop kept by a woman - who was the widow of an Englishman and having lived some years in the island of Jamaica - spoke English tolerably - Señora Doneda was quite talkative and good humored - and very proud of her daughter Hesefa - who had been educated at Chara - and played the guitar quite well. We were first attracted there by this young Senoritas music. They were quite a respectable family - and prided