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...Avino, first in the flood's path, were wiped out. Over vineyards and through forests the lava moved toward Terzigno in two grasping, fingerlike streams. The villagers, rooted to their homes, set images and holy relics on trees and vines, to face the destroyer. In little groups they knelt, praying, with priests before them intoning the Litany, Ab ira Vesnvii, liber a nos, Domine. The flood forked in two just above the village, flowed around it on both sides, moved forward and crept together slowly toward the walls. As his home crumpled and smashed an old man, screaming curses, flung...
Sixty thousand Italians fired with religious zeal knelt in the Basilica of St. Peter's last week and 100,000 more bared and bowed their heads under a chill driving rain outside. Signor Benito Mussolini was not present, but his daughter Edda was on her knees in a part of the Basilica usually reserved for princes of the blood. For the first time since 1870 several cabinet ministers had officially entered St. Peter's. This was possible because the Papacy and the government of Italy had just patched up their 59-year-old feud by a treaty (TIME...
...among them. Some said it was the Blessed Virgin, others that it was St. Anne herself. Skeptical experiments were made by extinguishing neighborhood street lights and lights within the church. The image persisted. Perhaps it was the filter of moonbeams through the trees. Each night the devout met and knelt before the door...
...Kansas City. Mo., a nicely dressed gentleman entered the Catholic Cathedral. He was Henry J. Schepers. a bill collector. He knelt in prayer in a rear pew. Then, still kneeling, he drew a pistol from his pocket and blew a hole through his head. The bullet pierced a stained glass window with the gleaming legend THY SINS ARE FORGIVEN THEE. The bullet hole made a period for the sentence...
...felt more my usual self. Just paper and postage wasted on us by a bigot. God's in His heaven, and all will never be right with politics anyhow. I'll wager that the nun was sorry one hour after she sent you her letter, when she knelt down to make her meditation...