The Memoirs of Maria Stella (Lady Newborough)

Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, History, Fiction & Literature
Cover of the book The Memoirs of Maria Stella (Lady Newborough) by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg, Library of Alexandria
View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart
Author: Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg ISBN: 9781465618757
Publisher: Library of Alexandria Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
ISBN: 9781465618757
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English

In the spring of 1902 I was rummaging amongst the Archives of the Vatican, of whose secular secrets Pope Leo XIII, of august memory, had made an end by opening them to the world of inquirers, with no fear that the dangerous resurrection of this Lazarus of history would be for that liberal Pontiff—as it was for the Divine Miracle-worker of Bethany—the prelude to the maledictions of a scandalized Sanhedrin, and to another painful Passion—a renewal of that of old. While waiting for the crucifigation of the Pharisees—those lovers of darkness and the unfathomable crimes of secret history—I took pleasure, as a simple Publican and lover of the light, in admiring the daylight making its cheerful way under the corniced vaults of the Archivio Segreto, and disclosing those files of dusty manuscripts, which, each stripping off his registered shirt, emerge naked from the tomb at the call of the first passer-by who, recognizing his dead, simply says, “Come forth!” and they come. Standing before those desks over those deep tomblike cases of archives wherein slumber the secrets of the dead, my ears open to the miraculous, “Lazarus, come forth!” which the patient seekers for silent memories are prepared to utter at the turning of each yellow leaf, I let my dreaming eye, that afternoon, rest upon a ray of that Roman sunshine, as, with its soft radiance, it gave life to the solitude of a vault, scattering its riches broadcast through the windows, prodigal as the gambler staking with both hands just for the pleasure of playing, and losing. “I’ve been using in your service the time you waste here!” said a searcher in this Vatican vault, as he came and sat down at my work-table. He is one who knows all the treasures of the place, since he has frequented it for over thirty years, working for the most learned of the best Reviews—the Civilta Cattolica, to which my honourable colleague is one of the most authoritative contributors.… “Well, what do they say in Paris about Louis-Philippe?”

View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart

In the spring of 1902 I was rummaging amongst the Archives of the Vatican, of whose secular secrets Pope Leo XIII, of august memory, had made an end by opening them to the world of inquirers, with no fear that the dangerous resurrection of this Lazarus of history would be for that liberal Pontiff—as it was for the Divine Miracle-worker of Bethany—the prelude to the maledictions of a scandalized Sanhedrin, and to another painful Passion—a renewal of that of old. While waiting for the crucifigation of the Pharisees—those lovers of darkness and the unfathomable crimes of secret history—I took pleasure, as a simple Publican and lover of the light, in admiring the daylight making its cheerful way under the corniced vaults of the Archivio Segreto, and disclosing those files of dusty manuscripts, which, each stripping off his registered shirt, emerge naked from the tomb at the call of the first passer-by who, recognizing his dead, simply says, “Come forth!” and they come. Standing before those desks over those deep tomblike cases of archives wherein slumber the secrets of the dead, my ears open to the miraculous, “Lazarus, come forth!” which the patient seekers for silent memories are prepared to utter at the turning of each yellow leaf, I let my dreaming eye, that afternoon, rest upon a ray of that Roman sunshine, as, with its soft radiance, it gave life to the solitude of a vault, scattering its riches broadcast through the windows, prodigal as the gambler staking with both hands just for the pleasure of playing, and losing. “I’ve been using in your service the time you waste here!” said a searcher in this Vatican vault, as he came and sat down at my work-table. He is one who knows all the treasures of the place, since he has frequented it for over thirty years, working for the most learned of the best Reviews—the Civilta Cattolica, to which my honourable colleague is one of the most authoritative contributors.… “Well, what do they say in Paris about Louis-Philippe?”

More books from Library of Alexandria

Cover of the book History of the Scottish Regiments in the British Army by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Jim l'indien by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Sleepy-Eye by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book People of Destiny: Americans as I saw Them at Home and Abroad by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Märchen Und Erzählungen Für Anfänger. Erster Teil by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Tish by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Aqibat: Life After Death by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book The Sacred Laws of the Âryas: Part I. by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Tales from Bohemia by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Where There Is Nothing: Being Volume I of Plays for an Irish Theatre by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Folk-Tales of The Khasis by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book King Edward III by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book The Radio Boys at Mountain Pass the Midnight Call for Assistance by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book History of the National Flag of the United States of America by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
Cover of the book Stones of Venice by Maria Stella Ungern-Sternberg
We use our own "cookies" and third party cookies to improve services and to see statistical information. By using this website, you agree to our Privacy Policy