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Two arden of the Quirinal, engaged

in a lively discourse One of the white locks waved about his forehead, falling like a halo on

both sides of his cheeks An infinite mildness and clearness looked out

from his dreamy eyes, and a smile of infinite kindness played about his

nation that it filled one's heart

with sadness and his eyes with tears His tall herculean fore had broken it, but could not take away that noble and

dignified expression which distinguished that old man and involuntarily

impelled every one to reverence and a sort of adoration To his friends

and ad, and often in

their enthusiasain-visible Son

of God! The old ht in one

respect, I am indeed a son of God, as you all are, but when you compare

me with our Saviour, it can only be to the crucified I am, indeed, a

crucified person like Him, and have suffered many torments But I have

also overco, there lay in his face an almost celestial

clearness and joyfulness, which would impel one involuntarily to bow

down before hierent of God upon

earth, the Pope Ganganelli