Per i suoi amici e per il mio: Un libro di aspirazioni, sogni e ricordi. Hem, e l'eruzione continuò. Dopo aver visto il lavawe guidato intorno al lato nord-est della montagna dove i villaggi sono stati distrutti. In un primo momento i campi avevano un rivestimento a strisciamento di polvere, poi alcuni macinacaffè, che finalmente divenne sodeep che non potevamo guidare più lontano. I vigneti, che una settimana prima era stato splendidamente verde, erano ora un deserto. Menwere spalare in modo che sarebbe possibile portare aiuti a thesufferers. Ogni volta in un istante un carrello che trasporta alcuni dei beni della casa di una certa famiglia passerebbe, il poo

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For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . hem, and the eruption continued. After seeing the lavawe drove around to the northeast side of the mountain wherethe villages were destroyed. At first the fields had a slightcoating of dust, then a few cinders, which finally became sodeep that we could drive no farther. The vineyards, that a weekbefore had been beautifully green, were now a desert. Menwere shovelling so that it would be possible to carry aid to thesufferers. Every once in a while a cart carrying a few of thehousehold goods of some family would pass, the poor littledonkey having in some way managed to pull through the ashes.Army wagons, drawn by four strong horses, with picks, shovelsand litters for the dead and wounded, and bags for the householdbelongings slowly made their way past us. I did not go anyfarther, but beyond were villages without a roof on a house;men, women and children on heaps of ashes with a little sackingfor cover; and everywhere cinders and stones from 2 to 6 feetdeep. The people in their fright—. 54 3fn Mtmoriam. It is difficult to find words for the things that stir us mostdeeply, and in the thought of the life that has gone on beforeus, I feel mostinclined to say: Silence here, for love is silent;Gazing at the lessening sail. I shall not incline to speak to you of a dear neighbor or myloved friend, but, as the one who introduced her to membershipin this Club, I would like to say a few words as to her rarequalifications for such membership. She was always a student, always eager to learn, with theutmost reverence for the truth, and her study was always ameans to some desired end. German, to which she devotedmuch time, was the gateway to the enjoyment of the richtreasures of its literature; Italian, she put to a similar use, butfound also a great pleasure in learning something of the lives ofItalian residents, peddlers, fruit-dealers, etc., through her abilityto speak to them in their own tongue. She was ra