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332 the miracles of antichrist
ernment at last has given back to Sicily. And all
the people shout: “Long live Bosco! Long live
Da Felice ! Long live Verro! Long live Barbato!
Long live Alagona!”
If any one who has had enough of the life in the
streets comes down to the harbor of Palermo, he
stops and asks: “What place is this? Madonna
Santissima, where am I?”
For he has expected to find the harbor still
deserted and dark.
All the boats and skiffs in the harbor of Palermo
have been taken by different societies and unions.
They are floating about in the harbor, richly hung
with colored Venetian lights, and every minute
great bunches of rockets are sent up from them.
Over the heavy thwarts priceless rugs and
hangings have been spread, and on them sit ladies, the
beautiful Palermo ladies, dressed in light silks and
shaded velvets.
The small craft glide about on the water, now in
big groups, now separately. From the big ships
rise masts and oars covered with pennants and
lights, and the little harbor steam-launches dart
about with funnels wreathed in flowers.
Beneath it all the water lies and shines and
mirrors and reflects, so that the light from one
lantern becomes a stream of brightness, and the
drops that fall from the oars are like a rain of gold.
Round about the harbor stand a hundred
thousand, a hundred and fifty thousand people, quite
delirious with joy. They kiss one another; they
raise shouts of rapture, and they are happy, happy.
They are beside themselves with joy. Many of
them cannot keep from weeping.
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