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THE LEECH WOMAN 1960 B/W

Sometimes one might have to make a journey in life. Possibily a journey one might not wish to take. Great men and Great women have made Great journeys at personal loss, but came out the better for it. Had one not made the journey......(I wonder if)......is not much comfort, when one looks back at a lost opportunity.!!!!

Hello and welcome fervent si-fier and reviewer , to another Rab's Review. The Leech Woman is a journey I do not want to take. I hate Leeches, worms make me queazy, I have tendencies to faint on seeing even a spot of blood, not to mention, vampirism, even someone who looks 'pale' gives me the 'heebie-jeebies'.

Nevertheless I will make this journey, I know I will be terrified, I will have panic attacks, I will be horror-struck, my flesh will creep, my blood will curdle and run cold, I will be anxious and agitated, I will be reduced to a quivering jelly, and be in 'all-of-a-doo-dah'.

But I will come out the other end of this film a far better man for having made the journey, and who knows, I might even learn something about women.

Do you like murder stories, revenge, greed, power, youth, life, adventure, special effects, potions and blood letting, alcoholsim mixed with the elixir of life, well my friend....this is the one for you....!!!

Big bold white lettering displays the opening titles, some lively trumpet music, cymbal crescendos, kick start the imagination.

Let me introduce you to Malla, a scarfed, haggard old lady, with a walking stick, enters into Dr Talbots office (endocrinologist)...gland secretion, to you and me, she's a wise old lady, a woman of substance.

Mr and Mrs Talbot look like a 'squeeky-clean' American couple, but there are cracks begining to appear in the marrage, which incidentally is the back bone of the film holding it together. Mr Talbot, wearing white lab overalls offers Mrs Talbot , who is sitting at the table, a glass, (she refuses it) Mr Talbot says, "Thats a novelty, you refusing anything with alcohol in it, Im not used to seeing you sober at this time of day." Mrs Talbot replies, "If you're trying to humiliate me you did that years ago, I can't reach you without crawling into a bottle." Mr Talbot answers, "It's intresting to watch a 'bottle-babe' defend her weakness, I can't even get a rise out of you, I think I like you when you are 'slappy drunk and violent'." (lots more abuse and she tries to slap him, but he just catches her hand and remarks) "I know what I am, you try to hide what you are in the fumes of whiskey." Mrs Talbot goes to the cupboard gets herself a drink saying, "here's to you whiskey, the guardian of all frustrated wives," and knocks it back. Mr Talbot asks if she would like to help him with his experiments, but she laughs and belittles him saying, "Go on butchering your guinea pigs, they can't put you in jail for that." He shouts, "GET OUT!!!" she replies, "I gonna do you a big favour, Im gonna give you a divorce."

Meanwhile Malla is waiting to see Dr Talbot, she overhears Mrs Talbot on the phone talking to her solicitor Neil, as she leaves, Malla stands up and says, "Mrs Talbot you will never divorce you're husband, you won't have to, he will die, his death will give you life, a new way of life, you may run away but you will never escape me, you are the one in my dreams of BLOOD."...(at this point I felt quite squeamish, and I checked I had my Therapists phone number) Mrs Talbot leaves disturbed and hurriedely (I wish I could)

Sally, Dr Talbot's assistant takes a blood sample from Malla, looking through a microscope Dr Talbot concludes, "It's remarkable, corpuscle count blood pressure ethal indicate extreem old age, I'd be tempted to believe it if you had your birth certificate." Malla points to a 'scar' on her shoulder saying, "That's my birth certificate, the Brand of the Arab Slaver." Malla tells them of her tribe, how she wants to return to her kindred, and her mother who taught her many things. Malla produces a small 'snuff-box' saying, "this is all that remains of my inheritance a few pinches life giving, NYPEE"..(nigh-pea). Dr Talbot inquires, "are you saying this powder will make you young again." Malla says, "NO!, this slows the approach to death, there is another....SUBSHAN," (look out for this error, poor Malla means to say SUBSTANCE,....ahh! God love her, she was doing so well...) "which is a secret of the high priest of the NANDOES." Dr Talbot informs her he is a man of science and will not give her any money for her journey home, untill he sees a demonstration. Malla replies, "get me a glass of water." Malla adds some powder to the water and drinks it. Dr Talbot speaks, "If this powder does as you say, you will have all the money you need to return to your people."..(we are ruthlessly held in suspense, as the director 'cruelly cuts' to Mrs Talbot, who is having a drink with Neil at home, discussing divorce)...she's drunk. Neil says, "Everything is owned jointly...is that right." Mrs Talbot replies, "It's trash, everything is trash, it's all trash like me, old trash." She then quotes the words of old Malla, "You are the one in my dreams of blood!!." Neil says, "You're drinking your self to the DT's," a bit of a scuffle ensues, as Mr Talbot enters the living room, saying, "Neil, Im glad you're here, just the man I want to see." Dr Talbot is very excited, and divorce is the last thing on his mind, he produces the little snuff-box and says, "You're looking at the most powerful concentrate of hormonr knowen, this retards ageing, a similar hormone was discovered by a British scientist 25-30 years ago, the common silk worm produces it, the only trouble with that hormone it only works on insects,....this stuff works on Humans.

"Where did you get this,?" asks Neil, Paul replies, "it's a plant from Africa, she also mentioned another substance, which when mixed with this, will actually make old people young again." Paul goes on to say how he believes this to be possible, and is willing to go to Africa to find the plant, he says to June, "June I want you to to come with me, that is if you can forgive me for all those awful things I said to you this afternoon." June says, "You mean you don't want a divorce," "Of course not," replies Paul, "I'll make it all up to you, Oh what an Idiot I've been not to realize how important you are to me, just think of the trip, the jungle, It'll be so exciting," (they fall into each others arms and embrace) June says, "Oh Paul, you're my life, you just pulled me out of the bottom of the pit, but if you ever let me go again it will be the end of everything for me." Paul says, "Darling just think of our being together and how much I love you."

Africa now, Paul is striking up a deal with a guide, "5000 dollars now, and 20 000 dollars later, if I find what Im after." The guide is reluctant, and offers many excuses. Paul hands the guide a cheque, the guide takes it and smiles saying, "Your insistence has not impressed me, but your money is most persuasive."

The deal is 'struck' and the guide tells Paul of an old lady who had been here a couple of days ago, to hire bearers....could this have been Malla?

So the Adventure begins and we are treated to some picturesque jungle scenes, jungle sounds add to the excitment, charging elephants, lions, wilderbeast, a 'cute' little monkey up a tree, suddenly a snake appears and everyone carefully walks round it. As the Adventurerscross a river, crocodiles, hippos, and electric eels, start to slide down the muddy river bank looking for supper. (there are some great underwater 'shots' of Hippos, which delighted me, but they were not swimming around in a nice circle, like the begining of the B.B.C. programs. Everyone gets across safely and they set up camp.

In one of the tents Mr and Mrs Talbot are getting quite 'close'. Paul says to June, "It's gonna be a long day tomorrow you'd better get some sleep." June sighs, "are you angry with me," Paul replies, "should I be," (Dear reader listen out for this classic from June)..."You haven't been 'SERVEL' to me since we started this 'TRICK'"..what June means...(You haven't been CIVIL to me since we started this TRIP) This has given me a window into the mind of June, is June a real alcoholic struggling to remember her lines...or is this 'off-the-cuff' convincing acting at it's very best, I am left somewhat bewildered and amazed by this, and come to the conculsion, it's better for me if I don't know. Paul says, "Ahh June don't start imagining things," June replies, "I don't have to I've done everything I could to please you, and still you avoid me, you seem to take a (...here it comes again)....STISTIC...(should be SADISTIC)..pleasure in making me miserable." Paul gets up and goes to leave the tent, June grabs him, begging him not to leave her like a wounded animal, June threatens to leave him, Paul embraces her and kisses her she says, "why can't you always be like this, I love you so much Paul, there's nothing in the whole world I would'nt do for you, Paul I'd even die for you." Paul tells her when he has the secret of the NANDOES REJUVENATION he will make her young again, but she turns away from Paul and becomes hysterical and roars, "Oh! how stupid I've been, of course Im important to you, and you really do need me, don't you, where else would you get a Guinea pig who could talk, who could tell you how she feels, Oh! how desperate I must have been to listen to your lies." She runs out of the tent in tears, and into the jungle, a prowling leopard gives chase, June trips and falls, the leopard pounces, but the Guide who was following June, shoots the Leopard, and he comforts June saying, "Now, now , it's alright June, the leopard is killed, you are safe, lets go back to camp." Later on something disturbs some birds in the trees, they go to take a look. They discover an empty 'SEDAN' and a walking stick, which is Mallas. June screams and points, there are 5 or 6 dead bodies strewn over the ground, but not Mallas, the guide says, "what worries me, is why these bodies are still here, there are plenty of Hyenas and vultures around, something has been frightening the scavengers away."

In the undergrowth a mysterious NANDO warrior is watching, he follows and suddenly appears to them in the camp. Paul raises his rifle to shoot, but the quick thinking guide knocks it aside saying, "that man isn't alone, we'd be dead already if he wanted to kill us." A band of NANDO warriors appear with shields and raised spears, capture them, tie their hands, take their supplies and take them back to their Nando village. The captives are forced into a Straw Hut. Outside the tribesmen are performing a ritual display. The Guide looks outside saying, "I think we are about to have company." Paul exclaims, "It's Malla, she'll help us you'll see." The Cheif Medicine man helps frail old, skinny Malla into the hut. Paul continues, "Malla tell your people to set us free, we're not here to do any harm to anyone, we've come to help them." Malla says, "I know why you've come, you're scearching for the source of the Sacred NYPEE, and I will show it to you." She holds up a Plant saying, "An Orchid, a species that only grows in the region of Africa." Malla tells them it takes 5 years to harvest even a few ounces of Pollen, then aged 5 more years. Paul exclaims, "I must have it," Malla replies, "Don't you want to see me made young again, you will tonight, you, your wife and I will share the Nando Secret."...Night arrives, and they are led into Malla's Temple. Malla raises her hand, a man is forced unto his knees, and his head is forced into a bowl of Gaseous liquid. "he's drugged." They lay the Unconscious man at Mallas feet. The chief medicine man opens the top of a white skull, takes out a ring, puts it on his finger, makes a fist and punches the unconscious man in the back of the neck, he Dies. Paul notices, "he's lanced the 'PINEAL GLAND' deep inside the 'CEREBELLUM'" Malla takes some powder from the skull, puts it into a small cup, the chief medicine man lets some liquid from the ring 'drip' into the powder. Paul informs us, "He's adding some PINEAL HORMONE into the NYPEE." Malla drinks it and becomes unconscious,...(lots of steam begins to appear...and I mean lots, it obliterates our vision, the steam begins to disperse and a beautiful woman slowly lifts her head from the throne, were Malla once sat.....wow! she is beautiful!...she smiles at the 3 onlookers...

The body is removed, Paul exclaimes, "it's a trick, it's another woman." June confirms, "It's Malla." The rejuvenated Malla smiles, the crowds acknowledge with vigorous Drum-beating and cheers, Malla bows, she says, "Now you have seen the secret of the 'Nandoes' as I promised." Paul wants to take the secret back to the states, Malla insists that the secret will never leave her people. Paul asks, "Malla could you make my wife young again,"...(close-up of a horrified look from June)..Malla says, "Yes, but she must choose a man for the sacrifice, think well before you refuse an opportunity as rare as this, when you make your decision call me." Paul encourages June to do this, so they can escape, and come back for her later. June says, "You mean you'd actually leave me here." June goes outside and tells Malla she's ready. Malla says, "Come choose a man for the sacrifice," June replies, "any man I like," "I choose him," and points to Paul. Malla says, "an excellent choice, you will have beauty and revenge at the same time." David, (guides name..hatches a plan) says, "Mrs Talbot, why don't you give Malla a gift, since she has given you the gift of youth." So David goes to get Mrs Talbot's gold necklace as a gift,while retrieving the necklace, he lifts couple of sticks of Dynamite from the supplies. David is brought back to Malla's temple, June is on the Throne now, a couple of 'heavies' are forcibly putting Paul's head into a bowl of steaming drugs, and an unconscious Paul is left at June's feet, Paul's neck is pierced and the NYPEE is concocked, June drinks it. The steam clears, June raises her head..(Wow! this stuff is good...) she's beautiful, she speaks, "It's true, Im young, Im young again." Malla takes June and shows her to the crowd, they rejoice..but David had secretly droped some dynamite sticks into the camp fire...BAAANNNNGGG!!!, lots of NANDOES fall to the ground, they make their escape amid the confusion and flames, throwing dynamite-sticks hither and thither, some explosive scenes here...

June and David make haste their escape, they lie on the river bank exhausted, a crocodile threatens them, they flee. David points out, "We're safe as long as we stay away from the river bank, the river runs North to lake Victoria, that's where the railroad is." They look deeply into each others eyes, embrace and kiss passionetly! Later on as they sit round the Camp fire, June is inspecting her fingers and says, "look at that, Malla said it would'nt last, I can't sleep at night thinking the way I was, I'd rather die than go back to that." David produces a little leather pouch of NYPEE saying, "Young Lady, you're in the company of a man who's gonna be very rich when we get back, I have here the ELIXIAR of sudden wealth and beauty." He returns the Nypee to his pocket. They fall asleep. June has her face to the ground, her hand doesn't seem right, she stirs, looks at her hand, it's wrinkled, old and horrible, she looks in the mirror, her face is gruesome, she wakens David screaming, "Help me!, I need help!," David shouts, "Take your hands of me, don't touch me." June crys, "I want the NYPEE, I want the NYPEE," David throws her into the Brush and runs off, June screams, "Don't leave me, Don't leave me." But David trips and falls into some sinking sand, shouting, "I can't get out, help me out Im sinking June." June insists, "Give me the Leather pouch and I'll help you out," He throws her the pouch, she puts the Ring on her finger, reaches David a branch to grab on to, but just as David is about to be rescued, she grabs his head, and delivers a powerful punch to the back of the neck. She adds the Serum to the powdered NYPEE, David sinks dead under the quicksand, June drinks the concoction, curls up into a ball and shaking on the ground.

An airport scene, Neil Foster and his fiancee Sally wait for (who they believe to be) Mrs Talbot's neice. They take her back to Mrs Talbots house, Sally waits outside in the car. Neil carries in the suitcases, as Neil is about to leave, Miss Hart asks him, "Neil do you know where my aunt kept the liquor." they move over to the bar, Neil pours a couple of Vodkas, they drink, Sally blows the car horn, Neil says, "I'd better go," Miss Hart asks, "Would you take my bags upstairs, put them in my aunts room for now." Neil obliges and goes upstairs, she follows him. They both enter the bedroom, Sally 'blows' the horn again, Neil says, "she's getting impatient I'd better go," Miss Talbot (Teri) blocks the door saying, "she has years to wait, my time is much shorter, I can't explain...do you think I'm attractive." Neil answers, "you know you are," they embrace and kiss passionately. Teri notices her hand, she is shocked, she shouts, "Get Out! Get Out of here," and pushes Neil out of the bedroom, the Camera points to Teri's face, (be prepared to be shocked here) a gruesome visage of an old withered white haired sobbing woman. Sally bursts into the house and takes Neil away.

Neil is in his office, he opens the door to meet June he says, "I can't tell you how sorry I was to hear about Paul, sit down, What can I do for you, I want to hear all about your trip."June lifts her Veil saying, "shocking isn't it, what 3 mounths of tragedy can do to a woman, I need some money untill Paul's insurance can be settled." Neil's secretary makes a cheque out for 5000$, and Neil gives her some jewellery from the safe. On the way out June says, "thank you for being so kind to my neice, she would like you to excuse her for her awful behaviour." Neil says, "thats ok, I want to know if she's safe," June replies, "I'll tell her to call you she'll appreicate that."

June is walking home, she stops outside a bar, shes being watched by a 'shady' looking character, a drunk 'bumps' into June, she drops her card. She walks on and the 'shady' character follows, and approaches June, gives her the card she dropped, they walk back arm-'n-arm and get into a convertable. They park up a mountain, the man notices her jewellery and money, he is planning to rob her, he puts his arm around June saying, "do you like young men...,got any relatives, are you all alone, nobody to worry about you." We see a close-up of June's gloved hand, she 'flicks' the ring around her finger ready to strike. He starts to Strangle June, but June manages to strike him in the back of the neck with the deadly ring, she adds the serum into the 'NYPEE' (bye-bye stranger).

Sally enters into Neil's office, he asks, "What are you doing here," Sally replies, "it would be more to the point if I asked you, considering we had a date 2 hours ago." Sally knows something is 'going-on' between them, she leaves, the phone rings it's Teri, Neil speaks, "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Teri is cooling champagne waiting for Neil. There is a knock at the door, Sally bursts in saying, "All set for a lovely evening arn't you, champagne, soft music, very nice, but you've missed the most important thing, Im putting you on the next plane to New York." Teri replies, "don't be ridiculous, leave me alone." Sally pulls out a Revolver, points it at Teri, "This is the most persuasive little instrument, and if you don't want me to use it, you'd better hurry." As Teri gets her purse from her coat, she slips the 'deadly-ring' unto her finger, lifting her coat she says, "you can get into an awful lot of trouble, a little girl that plays with guns." she 'Lunges' at Sally, a struggle (cat-fight) starts, the Gun falls to the ground, Teri makes the fatal 'Blow' with her ringed-fist, takes the extracted serum and lets it drop into the NYPEE, (bye-bye Sally)

Neil and Teri are together now, drinking and talking of marrage, there's a knock at the door, it's the police with a search warrant. Trei says, "Neil make them go away," The officier is looking for Mrs Talbot, to question her about a murder, he says, "It just doesn't figure, a woman who owns a house like this, getting mixed up with a guy like Jury Lando, (remember the 'shady' stranger who followed Mrs Talbot) found murdered in his car tonight, we found Mrs Talbot's calling card in his pocket, he was killed with a peculiarly sharp instrument." Teri insists, "My aunt would'nt do a terrible thing like that." The Officiers decide to check upstairs, but when they go to check another door, Teri runs to stop them crying, "I won't let you search this house in my aunts absence, Get away!, Get away!" the door is opened, and Dead Sally falls out, Teri makes a run for it, but is apprehended she screams, "She tried to kill me!, I had to kill them it was my only chance to stay young, we really did find the secret of rejuvination," she looks at her hand its begining to change, "I'll show you!!, I'll show you,!!" she moves up the stairs, "I'll become beautiful again, I'll show you," she runs into the bedroom the officiers follow, but the bedroom door is locked. They 'bang' on the door shouting, "Come on open-up!" Inside Teri drinks a portion of 'NYPEE', she moves into the view of the mirror, she has become an old woman (Mrs Talbot) she looks at herself, holds her hands up to the mirror, "It's not working!, I killed Sally for nothing!." The 3 men outside hear a scream and a crash, they break the door down, the balcony doors swing open in the wind, Mrs Talbot has escaped, they move to the balcony and look down, Mrs Talbot has jumped, she has fallen through a Glass Table, she lies Dead, a withered decrepid, old mumified, wretched woman, lieing dressed in fine silk. (great music sounds-out...to the horrendous sight that is before us). The 3 men look at each other, not knowing what to do, the Camera 'Pans' to a close-up of Mrs Talbot's face, (you have been warned).....It's all over.......

 

"The Humiliated"

"Mother"

"Solidarity" - "The Solemn Oath"

A dapper yet arrogant young man runs into a chocolate fountain and is immersed in the substance.

I love women very much, but even if I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. (I don't own men's underwear since a long time.) I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, so I expose myself wearing bra, garter belt and women's stockings to my public humiliation. I do this, as seen in some pictures, also in the street and in parks.

Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.

Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.

I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.

Here we are dining out with her group of wealthy , middle age , ladies , she’s already insisted I wear her makeup and perfume, then drops the bombshell during the main meal “Oh yes he adores me and loves dressing as a girl for our more intermit nights , in fact he’s wearing a pair of my knickers tonight , oh yes he loves me so much , and besides I insist , he says it’s an honour , I feel sure he’d wear yours Margaret , or any of you ladies , if you’d like to borrow him for a weekend , he’s well trained in the art of obedience , oh , and tongue worship of course “ she adds as they all look at me and giggle , so I blush like a girl ! She knows this kind of humiliation turns me on , her knickers are seducing me as her hand deftly caresses me so her knickers make me stiff , I know I’ll do anything for her or her friends , maybe she’s planned her own little orgy with me for their mutual delight !

Source: A history of the United States and its people : for the use of schools. By Eggleston, Edward, 1837-1902. Published 1888. Two individuals being punished. The shorter person on the left needs a stand to fit.

 

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Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.

I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.

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Eduard van der Nüll: The Vienna State Opera commemorates the 200th birthday of its architect. Once he was driven to death.

Carmen is stabbed, Tosca jumps to her death and the Bajazzo murders his wife and rival. Much worse - because really true - is the fate of the two men who have built Vienna's State Opera, in which these masterpieces are performed: Eduard van der Nüll hanged himself after the building on the Ring Road had been fiercly criticized, and his partner, August Sicard of Sicardsburg a few weeks later died of a heart attack. The two architects literally perished in the construction of the Vienna Opera House.

The opera was still under construction, as the Viennese already mocked in rhyming form the various architectural epochs summarized here: Sicardsburg and van der Nüll, both have no style, Greek, Gothic, Renaissance, that's all the same to them!

In newspaper reports, the opera was referred to as "Königgrätz of the architecture", which was then, a few years after the most momentous military defeat of the monarchy, a special humiliation. The architects were even more annoyed by the commentary of Emperor Franz Joseph, who called the Hofoper a "sunken box".

Bad planning

In fact, the level of the track of the Opera Ring was one meter higher than the archways of the still unfinished structure. However, Sicardsburg and van der Nüll were not able to do anything. Instead, a misplaced planning by the Hofbauamt (Vienna Court Building Department) meant that the carriageway was laid higher than planned. However, it was clear to the public that the architects of the opera were responsible for the structural catastrophe. The 56-year-old van der Nüll was able to withstand the hostility towards him from all parts of society. He hanged himself on 4 April 1868 in his apartment in Windmühl alley (6th district of Vienna). Two months later, after a heart failure, Sicardsburg collapsed dead over his drawing table. He could not get over the suicide of his friend.

The two architects have been inseparable since their studies at the Vienna Academy of Arts, they had a joint studio and were also closely associated privately. In Internet forums they are referred to as a gay couple, there are guides through the "Gay Vienna", which point to the buildings of Sicardsburg and van der Nülls.

Pregnant

However, van der Nüll had married a year before his death, which gives the suicide another dramatic touch: his wife Maria was in the eighth month pregnant when she found the body of her husband in her apartment. In the Vienna City and State Archives is the estate of van der Nülls, whose letters bear witness to deep love to his wife. "For your loving affection, may God reward you, I can find no words for the recognition that is preserved in my heart," he wrote shortly before his death to her.

Whether the hostility against him and his partner was the sole cause of the tragedy is unclear. It is clear that both were ill: If van der Nüll's suicide in the forensic expert's report with "mental confusion" is explained, this is probably due to the fact that him should be made possible a church funeral. However, the death certificate also shows pulmonary edema. All in all, the illness, the strain of opera building and the public attacks could have led to suicide. And Sicardsburg had been suffering from a long-term illness.

Eduard van der Nüll was - despite the Dutch-sounding name - a genuine Vienna man. Born the illegitimate son of an officer, he grew up modest after the early death of his parents after his guardian had misappropriated most of his family fortune.

Founder time

Just as he and Sicardsburg had completed their study of architecture, Vienna's urban expansion was decided upon, which resulted in an unprecedented building activity. The soon-to-be-prominent architectural duo received numerous contracts in the early days, before he was entrusted with the planning of the six million gulden (= around € 70 million today) expensive Court opera. It was to be the highlight of their work. And became a deadly burden.

On May 25, 1869, about a year after van der Nüll and Sicardsburg's death, the opera was opened in the presence of Emperor Franz Joseph with a festive performance of Mozart's "Don Giovanni". Meanwhile, the level of the roadway had been adapted to the building and the Viennese were enthusiastic about the new magnificent building on the ring road. No one could understand why polemic against the late architects was once so violent.

Least of all Emperor Franz Joseph, who was so shaken by the tragic events surrounding the construction of the opera that he avoided ever again publicly announcing his personal opinion. The now used by him, made famous as meaningless as uncritical phrase "It was very beautiful, I was very happy," is the direct result of the drama to the two architects.

Symbol

Today, the Staatsoper is the landmark and most important symbol of the music metropolis Vienna. Opera director Dominique Meyer appreciates the contribution made by the two creators of the house: on January 9, Eduard van der Nüll's 200th birthday, he lays down a wreath at the architect's honorary grave at Vienna's Central Cemetery

The architects: They built Vienna's opera

Eduard van der Nüll. Born on January 9, 1812 in Vienna as the illegitimate son of Field Marshal von Welden. While studying architecture at the Vienna Art Academy, he met his future partner, August Sicard von Sicardsburg, with whom he founded an architectural office after a three-year joint study tour through Europe. Eduard van der Nüll took his life on April 4, 1868.

August von Sicardsburg. Born on December 6, 1813 in Budapest. Coined the architecture of Viennese Historicism of the Wilhelminian era with van der Nüll. Common buildings: Sophienbad (bath), Carltheater, Arsenal, Haas house on Saint Stephen's square, several noble palais and the Vienna Opera. Sicardsburg died on June 11, 1868 in Weidling near Vienna, only two months after the suicide of his partner.

 

Eduard van der Nüll: Die Wiener Staatsoper gedenkt des 200. Geburtstags ihres Architekten. Einst wurde er in den Tod getrieben.

Carmen wird erstochen, Tosca springt in den Tod und der Bajazzo ermordet seine Frau samt Nebenbuhler. Viel schlimmer noch – weil wirklich wahr – ist das Schicksal der beiden Männer, die Wiens Staatsoper, in der diese Meisterwerke aufgeführt werden, gebaut haben: Eduard van der Nüll erhängte sich, nachdem man den Prunkbau an der Ringstraße heftig kritisiert hatte, und sein Partner August Sicard von Sicardsburg erlag wenige Wochen danach einem Herzschlag. Die beiden Architekten sind an der Errichtung des Wiener Opernhauses buchstäblich zugrunde gegangen.

Die Oper stand noch im Rohbau, da spotteten die Wiener bereits in Reimform über die verschiedenen hier zusammengefassten Architektur-Epochen: Sicardsburg und van der Nüll, die haben beide keinen Styl, griechisch, gotisch, Renaissance, das is denen alles ans!

In Zeitungsberichten wurde die Oper als „Königgrätz der Baukunst“ bezeichnet, was damals, wenige Jahre nach der folgenschwersten militärischen Niederlage der Monarchie, eine besondere Demütigung war. Als noch ärger empfanden die Architekten den Kommentar Kaiser Franz Josephs, der die Hofoper eine „versunkene Kiste“ nannte.

Fehlplanung

Tatsächlich war das Niveau der Fahrbahn des Opernrings um einen Meter höher als die Torbögen des noch unfertigen Bauwerks. Doch dafür konnten Sicardsburg und van der Nüll nichts, vielmehr hatte eine Fehlplanung des Hofbauamtes dazu geführt, dass die Fahrbahn höher als vorgesehen angelegt wurde. Für die Öffentlichkeit stand aber fest, dass die Architekten der Oper die bauliche Katastrophe zu verantworten hätten. Der 56-jährige van der Nüll war den gegen ihn aus allen Kreisen der Gesellschaft gerichteten Anfeindungen nicht gewachsen. Er erhängte sich am 4. April 1868 in seiner Wohnung in der Windmühlgasse. Zwei Monate später brach Sicardsburg nach einem Herzschlag über seinem Zeichentisch tot zusammen. Er konnte den Selbstmord des Freundes nicht verwinden.

Die beiden Architekten waren seit ihrer Studienzeit an der Wiener Kunstakademie unzertrennlich, sie hatten ein gemeinsames Atelier und waren auch privat eng verbunden. In Internetforen werden sie als homosexuelles Paar bezeichnet, es gibt Reiseführer durch das „Schwule Wien“, die auf die Bauten Sicardsburgs und van der Nülls hinweisen.

Schwanger

Allerdings hatte van der Nüll ein Jahr vor seinem Tod geheiratet, was dem Selbstmord eine weitere dramatische Note verleiht: Seine Frau Maria war, als sie die Leiche ihres Mannes in ihrer Wohnung fand, im achten Monat schwanger. Im Wiener Stadt- und Landesarchiv liegt der Nachlass van der Nülls, dessen Briefe an seine Frau von tiefer Liebe zeugen. „Für Deine liebende Zuneigung möge Gott Dich belohnen, ich finde keine Worte für die Anerkennung, die in meinem Herzen dafür bewahrt ist“, schrieb er ihr noch kurz vor seinem Tod.

Ob die Anfeindungen gegen ihn und seinen Kompagnon der alleinige Grund für die Tragödie waren, ist unklar. Fest steht, dass beide krank waren: Wenn van der Nülls Selbstmord im gerichtsmedizinischen Gutachten mit „geistiger Verwirrung“ erklärt wird, ist das wohl darauf zurückzuführen, dass ihm ein kirchliches Begräbnis ermöglicht werden sollte. Allerdings zeigt das Totenbeschauprotokoll auch ein Lungenödem auf. Alles in allem könnten die Krankheit, die Belastung durch den Opernbau und die Angriffe in der Öffentlichkeit zum Freitod geführt haben. Und Sicardsburg war seit längerem herzleidend.

Eduard van der Nüll war – trotz des holländisch klingenden Namens – ein waschechter Wiener. Als unehelicher Sohn eines Offiziers zur Welt gekommen, wuchs er nach dem frühen Tod der Eltern in bescheidenen Verhältnissen auf, nachdem sein Vormund den Großteil des Familienvermögens veruntreut hatte.

Gründerzeit

Gerade als er und Sicardsburg ihr Architekturstudium beendet hatten, wurde Wiens Stadterweiterung beschlossen, die eine nie dagewesene Bautätigkeit zur Folge hatte. Das bald prominente Architektenduo erhielt in der Gründerzeit zahlreiche Aufträge, ehe ihm die Planung der sechs Millionen Gulden (= heute rund 70 Millionen €) teuren Hofoper anvertraut wurde. Sie sollte zum Höhepunkt ihres Schaffens werden. Und wurde zur tödlichen Belastung.

Am 25. Mai 1869, rund ein Jahr nach van der Nülls und Sicardsburgs Tod, wurde die Oper in Anwesenheit Kaiser Franz Josephs mit einer Festvorstellung von Mozarts „Don Giovanni“ eröffnet. Mittlerweile war das Niveau der Fahrbahn dem Gebäude angeglichen worden und die Wiener waren von dem neuen Prunkbau an der Ringstraße hellauf begeistert. Niemand konnte verstehen, warum gegen die verstorbenen Architekten einst so heftig polemisiert wurde.

Am allerwenigsten Kaiser Franz Joseph, den die tragischen Ereignisse um den Bau der Oper dermaßen erschütterten, dass er es vermied, je wieder öffentlich seine persönliche Meinung kundzutun. Die von ihm ab jetzt verwendete, berühmt gewordene, ebenso nichtssagende wie kritiklose Floskel „Es war sehr schön, es hat mich sehr gefreut“, ist die direkte Folge des Dramas um die beiden Architekten.

Symbol

Heute ist die Staatsoper Wahrzeichen und wichtigstes Symbol der Musikmetropole Wien. Operndirektor Dominique Meyer weiß den Anteil der beiden Schöpfer des Hauses zu schätzen: Er lässt am 9. Jänner, Eduard van der Nülls 200. Geburtstag, am Ehrengrab des Architekten am Wiener Zentralfriedhof einen Kranz niederlege

Die Architekten: Sie bauten Wiens Oper

Eduard van der Nüll Geboren am 9. Jänner 1812 in Wien als unehelicher Sohn des Feldmarschalls von Welden. Lernte während des Architekturstudiums an der Wiener Kunstakademie seinen späteren Partner August Sicard von Sicardsburg kennen, mit dem er nach einer dreijährigen gemeinsamen Studienreise durch Europa ein Architekturbüro gründete. Eduard van der Nüll nahm sich am 4. April 1868 das Leben.

August von Sicardsburg Geboren am 6. Dezember 1813 in Budapest. Prägte mit van der Nüll die Baukunst des Wiener Historismus der Gründerzeit. Gemeinsame Bauten: Sophienbad, Carltheater, Arsenal, Haashaus am Stephansplatz, mehrere Adelspalais und die Wiener Oper. Sicardsburg starb am 11. Juni 1868 in Weidling bei Wien, nur zwei Monate nach dem Selbstmord seines Partners.

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Okay... so... I've never really owned a suit before. One would think it's because I'm just a "Jeans and T-Shirt" guy, and one would be partially correct, but it's not the full story.

 

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a really small guy. It's something that really kind of haunts me on a day to day basis. I'm the only guy I've ever heard of that's 110 lbs. I have an incredibly small frame and It makes it really tough to find clothes to fit me properly. Especially if I have to buy those clothes from the mens department.

 

But I needed a suit for our wedding and I wanted something that I could walk away with afterwards and wear for business occasions and other events. We had just done a commercial for a suit company and thought that it might be a good idea to start there.

 

It wasn't.

 

The lady there was friendly, but I don't think she really understood what a suit is supposed to look like on a man. She kept picking suits many sizes to big for me... jackets that made me look like David Byrne from that video "Letting the Days Go By" (where he had on a GIANT suit). It was not good. But it wasn't all her fault, they really didn't have my size.

 

So then we went to Burlington Coat Factory. Again, they started at two sizes above my size. I then decided to take a trip over to the boys section... where they had coats to fit me. I tried on one to show Tam. She seemed really embarassed to be with me trying on a suit jacket in the little boys section and frankly... I was even more embarassed. The jackets fit, but they were clearly made of quality material... I mean, you don't need suit for a growing kid to last more than a couple of wear cycles.

 

So needless to say I was very frustrated. After that we decided to try one more place and we headed over to Men's Warehouse

 

I was delighted to find that after just a minute of being in the store and having someone actually measure me, they found a splendid coat for me. Before long I had jacket, pants, shoes, vest and tie... but then we ran into a snag.

 

The shirt.

 

They didn't have a shirt to fit my neck size and couldn't order one for me. But that was okay right... I'd find a shirt somewhere else. So we paid more than I had ever paid for an outfit before in my life and left to find me a shirt.

 

We spent about three more hours looking through the men's section in many stores only to find that they all started a size and half to big for me. Frustrated, I headed to the JCPenny's boys section and began to look through thier dress shirts. The worst part was having to unpack them from these little bags and try them on. Little boys looked shocked to see me in their dressing rooms. I was humiliated. But after a trying on about 3 shirts, I found a shirt that fit my neck. One size down would've fit my neck better, but the sleeves were too short.

 

After all that, the worst part about it was that it came with this tiny little clip on tie.

 

I was not amused.

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2016/03/05(sat)

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Enough processing my Canberra images...

On a street without cars, this driver managed something quite special.

This is a "superstop" for trams and passengers which allows passengers (particularly those with mobility challenges) to access the tram from the platform at the same level as the floor of the tram. How a car managed to be here in this arrangement is a mystery. That kerb is 290mm as well so some significant damage is expected to the underside of the vehicle. And then there is the public humiliation...

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Original Sissy Slut Pictures

2016/03/05(sat)

MALAYSIAS MILITARY DEATH METAL

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Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.

I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.

Campbell Newman is a sociopath. The LNP Premier of Queensland is a success at meeting all of the criteria for a sociopath.

 

Consider these profiles of a sociopath and the parallel behaviours of Campbell Newman.

 

Authoritarian - Campbell Newman demands absolute dictatorial control of the LNP.

 

Irresponsibility and Unreliability - Campbell Newman does not accept responsibility for his poor (even corrupt) political and ministerial appointment and blames others for his mistakes.

 

Lack of Remorse, Guilt and Shame - despite sacking more than 12,000 Queensland public servants, Campbell Newman has never expressed any remorse for their demise. He has hidden statistics of how many suicides resulted from his actions.

 

Callousness Lack of Empathy - Campbell Newman's second act when elected Premier was to thieve millions of dollars from the homeless and poor. Many Queensland children became homeless and failed to eat dinner because of Campbell Newman's cruel acts.

 

Dominate and Humiliate Others - Despite decades of volunteer service, Campbell Newman is revoking the commission of many of Queensland's Justices of the Peace. He is withdrawing their commission because they fail to idolise him and will do so without recognition of their decades of service.

 

Need for Physical Stimulation - His domination of other soldiers.

 

Grandiose of Sense Self - Campbell Newman thinks he is better than all others. Remember before he was elected to the Queensland Parliament he demanded of the LNP to be Premier. Campbell Newman thinks he is better than all other member of Queensland parliament.

 

Ultimate Goal is the Creation of a Willing Victim - Campbell achieves this with his persecution of Bikies legislation. He knows, of course, the Bikies will accept his challenge. Campbell Newman does this without the regard for the safety of Queenslanders or our Police Officers. Campbell Newman is only interested in his victimisation of others.

 

Goal of Enslavement of their Victims - Campbell Newman will achieve this by locking away in a small prison cell all his victims for 23 hours each day. Building further resentment and vengeance - not rehabilitation.

 

Step down Campbell Newman you are a loser.

 

31th Jan :SAINT FRANCIS XAVIER M. BIANCHI,The Apostle of Naples

(Relic of Saint Francis Bianchi's bones at my family's chapel)

  

Preface

If our love for St. Francis Bianchi does not impair our judgment, we can affirm that all the requisites desirable in a saint for our modern days are to be found in him. His life of union with Christ reveals his ascetic soul. Besides possessing the gift of miracles, he also experienced the torment of excruciating suffering and the joy of exhilarating ecstasy. Being a positive and efficient individual, endowed with the admirable faculty of easy adjustment to given situations, he knew how to pass with ease from contemplation to action. Even in the final years of his life, he preserved intact the perennial youth of his heart, reflected in his particular fondness for the youth.

  

He manifested an inspiring kindness toward the poor; still, he did not disdain the rich whom he guided and directed in the ways of God. He befriended the simple and, at the same time, kept a close contact with the nobility. With his intelligence and perception, being accepted in both the academic and simple circles, he was keenly aware of all the problems which troubled his time.

  

He underwent the mortifications of an anchorite, that is, the mortifications of one who has withdrawn from the world for the sake of religious seclusion. At all times, however, he radiated a joy which even during the martyrdom of his illness knew no shadow.

  

He possessed the heart and sensitivity of a true artist. He might have carved a lasting niche for himself in this field had not the thirst of his soul induced him to embrace the road of the apostolate.

  

The historical vicissitudes of his tempestuous times found an attentive and watchful spectator in him. With the eye of a prophet, he followed the rapid ascent of Napoleon and predicted his defeat and decline right up to that eventful year 1815, which saw the disappearance of the Napoleonic greatness.

  

Agonizing in spirit, he accompanied the sorrowful Way of the Cross of Pius VII and foretold the great sorrows that the Pope was to endure, as well as the peaceful triumphs which were to follow. King Charles Emmanuel IV and the Venerable Clotilde of Savoy, during the humiliating time of their exile, were to find a consoling angel in him.

  

He raised his hand in benediction against the fury of Vesuvius and amazingly stopped the flow of the devastating lava.

  

During a century highlighted with anger and vengeance, and ravished with hatred, he preached by his own example the word of love which gives light and life to the world. Not one event of his day found him either uninterested or indifferent. He had his eyes keenly fixed upon all the questions of his day and he evaluated each individual with the care and prudence befitting a man of God.

  

In a historical period which was defined as barren, superficial and anti-mystic, he renewed the vigorous ardor and fervent impetus of the greatest lovers of Christ.

  

By renouncing the world, he dominated it with humility mixed with the wonder of a living love for sacrifices. He was a man of his times, but above all he was a saint. Thus, he was truly a complete man, a saint who still today generates a strong, kind, and irresistible fascination among his devotees, those wishing to be close to him just as those who were fortunate enough to experience the joy of his nearness on the streets of Naples which were the site of his sleepless apostolate.

  

I. A BEAUTIFUL DAWN

St. Francis Xavier M. Bianchi was born in Arpino on December 2, 1743. The child was baptized on the following day. His parents, Carlo and Faustina Morelli, gave him the names of Francis, Xavier, Philip, and Justinian.

  

Very little has been preserved of his childhood. He grew up in an environment which was warm with faith and resplendent with his father’s honesty and his mother unusual virtues. From his mother he learned tender love for God and neighbor, and this made him amiable to all. It was from her example that he developed a special love for the sick and the poor. His mother transformed a section of their home into a small hospital where several beds were always prepared for the sick that lacked assistance. If any of them died in her home, she provided for their funeral and burial with care and generosity.

  

II. THE DIVINE CALL

When he was twelve years old, he was entrusted to the Barnabites who in Arpino directed the school of Ss. Charles and Philip. He was barely thirteen years of age when, among the students of theology and philosophy, he was chosen to compose and deliver a short sermon on the patronage of the Virgin Mary. The brief but well-placed pauses punctuating his discourse surprised his listeners. There was vigor and enthusiasm in all that he said. Above all, there was his great love for the sorrowful and good Mother Mary.

  

His companions nicknamed him Panciotto (chubby) because of his rosy and plump features. “Here comes Panciotto!” they could be heard whispering in the places where groups gathered. With this, the vulgar conversations in which they might have been engaged came to an abrupt end.

  

Meanwhile, a mysterious and irresistible voice was drawing the young man toward the Sanctuary. God had placed his hand upon him and was saying to him, “You are mine!” On March 26, 1757 the Bishop, who eight years before had made him a soldier of Christ at his confirmation, cut his hair and traced the tonsure upon his head. It was the young man’s desire, however, to serve God in a religious family. Although he was a disciple of the Barnabites, he gave his preference for the Society of Jesus. He was directed in this choice by his devotion to St. Francis Xavier, whose name he bore.

  

He made his plans known but there was opposition by his family. They agreed to his becoming a priest but not to be a religious. It was for this reason that in order to dissuade him, they sent Francis to the diocesan seminary in Nola (outside Naples). Francis obediently bowed his head in assent. God, however, was to guide his elect in a manner very different from that envisioned by humans.

  

III. IN THE SHADOW OF THE SANCTUARY

God’s will manifested itself more clearly at Nola. It was here that Francis met St. Alphonsus Liguori who had come to preach a spiritual retreat to the seminarians. It was this saintly man who very decisively induced the wavering Francis to embrace religious life.

  

His parents insisted he put aside his clerical habit and go to Naples to enroll in the University law school. Through friends who had been ill informed, he was directed to a certain rental house which continually resounded with disorderly shouts, loud singing, and vulgar words. The meek and saintly young man clearly and simply described the director of this house as a “fine deceitful fellow.” He was so uneasy here that he became ill. Things even went so far that the money his family had given him to buy books was stolen. “It was then,” the young man wrote to his uncle, a priest “that I became visibly disturbed.” It was his uncle who induced Francis’ parents to permit him to return home. Confronted with his firm and decisive determination, all opposition fell. A short while later he was able to leave for the Novitiate of the Barnabites in Zagarolo. He had a letter from the Superior of the Barnabites in Arpino who wrote of him, “He is healthy with a good complexion. He is of sanguine nature and has a happy disposition. He presents a fine appearance and is of good stature. He gives every indication of being skillful and prudent. He has excellent natural talents; he writes well. He is humble, decisive, and not scrupulous. He frequents the Sacraments.”

  

The year of his Novitiate passed quickly, and the Fathers were able to testify that he was “a young man of the highest saintly habits, very devout, and humble, possessing the greatest talents. He gives clear indication of becoming a learned religious who will be a credit to the Congregation and a great asset to his fellow men.”

  

On December 28, 1763 Francis swore fidelity to his God in the perpetual observance of poverty, chastity, and obedience. The voice of obedience decreed that he immediately leave for Macerata where he was to study philosophy and science. He remained there from January, 1764 until October of the following year, at which time he experienced difficulty with his lungs. In the spring of 1766 he journeyed first to Arpino and then to Naples, where he began his study of theology, and where he fully recovered.

  

He completed his sacred studies in Naples at St. Charles alle Mortelle. On January 25, 1767 he was ordained a priest. Four days later the newly ordained ascended the altar to offer his first Eucharistic Sacrifice.

  

IV. A PRIEST AND A TEACHER

In September 1767 he was assigned as a professor of humanities at the school of the Barnabites in Arpino. Even from his teaching desk, commenting upon Latin and Italian authors, he knew how to radiate Christ. He was more intent on educating than on instructing, on forming hearts than on informing minds. He knew how to enrich the teaching of the usual subjects with a personal touch. Above all, he never forgot that he was a priest; consequently, he alternated his ministry with his teaching, especially by preaching the Word of God.

  

In the autumn of 1769 he was sent by his Superiors to the College of St. Charles in Naples as a professor of philosophy and mathematics to the Barnabite seminarians. Because of the unfair laws in the Kingdom of Naples, the Barnabites had been compelled to combine both Novices and Scholastics within the same dwelling.

  

On the evening of September 18, 1771, St. Francis was in his cell with Domenico Ceraso, one of two novices. Together, they were very devoutly alternating the recitation of the Psalms. The other novice, Francis M. Castelli, was in agony at his father’s house in St. Anastasia, where the Superiors had sent him in the hope he might regain his health. Unexpectedly, God had manifested to St. Francis what was happening at St. Anastasia. In spirit he saw the suffering Castelli giving his last breath. Interrupting the recitation of the Psalms, he said to Domenico, “Let us kneel and recite a De Profundis. At this very moment Francis has passed away.” The news which arrived the following day confirmed the truthfulness of the Saint’s vision.

  

V. THE SUPERIOR

God was already beginning to manifest His marvels in the newly-ordained priest who with youthful dedication had committed himself to his two-fold ministry in the Church and in the school.

  

In April 1773, Fr. Bianchi was elected Superior of St. Mary in Cosmedin at Portanova. He got there at a critical moment: the civil authorities were arbitrarily interfering in the election of his predecessor. He had much to suffer and was compelled to face great difficulties. With kindness and gentleness, however, he was able to win the people to himself.

  

There were abuses which had to be removed. With prudence and long-suffering patience, he was successful in eradicating them, making some concessions in form so as to obtain results in substance. There were times when the work was oppressing. In his correspondence dating from this period, frequent reference to this fact can be found. “I must get out of the maze of business…I am extremely busy”, “I am filled to the brim with bothersome matters…,” “It is very hot, and there is always something to be done…” At all times, however, one could see how practical this man (who had always lived among books) was given the assurance with which he handled the thorniest matters.

  

VI. JOURNEYING THROUGHOUT ITALY

The General Chapter of the Order assembled in Milan in April 1779. St. Francis, together with the Superior of St. Charles alle Mortelle was appointed to represent the Neapolitan Province. Before starting off, he visited Sister Mary Frances of the Five Wounds, the Neapolitan saintly mystic. His spiritual daughter gave him words of wisdom and suggested that he record daily in detail what happened during the trip. This would keep him from the dangers of dissipation.

  

He left Naples on March 25 and reached Milan on April 23. The fame of his doctrine and sanctity had preceded him, and the aristocratic intelligentsia gathered around this religious man who was barely thirty-five years of age at that time. He was elected secretary of the Chapter. The new Superior General, Fr. Scipione Peruzzini, wanted him as companion during his visits to the communities in Lombardy, Piedmont, Liguria, and Romagna. He thus traveled from Turin to Genoa, from Pavia to Mantua, proceeding as far as Venice. From there he arrived in Bologna where the Barnabites had four houses. Finally, after a seven-month absence, he returned to Naples to take up once more the administration of the Portanova community.

  

Thoughts of Sister Mary Frances of the Five Wounds had accompanied him throughout his itinerary, and the protection of this saintly woman had been a great help to him in some moments of danger. There was, for instance, the time when he was traveling in a public carriage with Father General and others. Twilight had vanished. The coachman, who was tired and sleepy, did not realize he was dangerously close to the edge of a precipice. Suddenly the earth which had become soft owing to recent rains, gave way. The carriage overturned and the occupants fell headlong into the deep hollow. While cries of fear rose from the travelers, the Saint invoked Sister Mary Frances. Truly it was an act of Providence that all were unhurt. Yet how could they find their way to the road again in that darkness? And above all, how could they ever recover the carriage and horses? Francis invoked once more Sister Mary Frances’ help, and suddenly a young man on a horse appeared. Himself descending into the hole, he guided their way with a beaming torch, thus making their climbing out easier. With his strong arms he helped the horses out too, and recovered the carriage. He then guided the travelers to a nearby lodging-house. It just so happened, at that moment young missionaries were departing, thus leaving the rooms free for the newly-arrived. Francis was to learn later from Sister Mary Frances that the Archangel Raphael had once again visibly exerted his mission as Patron of Travelers.

  

VII. SAINT MARY FRANCES OF THE FIVE WOUNDS

It is time to say a few words about Sister Mary Frances of the Five Wounds and her relationship with St. Francis. Francis used to say that God had bestowed three graces upon him: baptism, religious vocation, and his acquaintance with Sister Mary Frances.

  

This saintly woman exerted a tremendous and decisive influence in Francis’ life. The friendship between these two great souls dates from 1777: Francis was 34 years of age then, and Sister Mary Frances was already 62 years of age. Their spiritual relationship which was to last uninterrupted for 14 years, soon became a true exercise of perfection. In this kind of friendship often the function and roles of teacher and disciple blend together.

  

From Francis Xavier’s very first visit, God spoke to Sister Mary Frances’ heart and revealed to her what was Francis’ way toward holiness. Fr. Bianchi never was her confessor, yet he was always told of all the gifts with which God had enriched her soul.

  

On Fridays she would relive the pains of Christ’s Passion, and often Francis was allowed to witness the wondrous repetition of the pains of the suffering Christ. He experienced then a saintly jealousy of that soul that was allowed to suffer because she was united with Christ in a most perfect love. At times, the saintly Sister who had a prophetic gift predicted things that were to happen. She laid her hand on his knee once and said, “Oh, how these legs will suffer!” Another time she foretold him the unjust Napoleonic suppression of Religious Orders.

  

While celebrating Mass, St. Francis noticed more than once that the wine he had poured in the chalice had visibly diminished and that the small particle of the Sacred Host which he had allowed to rest in the chalice according to rite had disappeared. At first he ascribed these facts to distraction or even to imagination. But he had to convince himself that the fact was true, having a mysterious explanation: Sister Mary Frances, who was ill, was nevertheless present in spirit when he celebrated the Divine Sacrifice and received Holy Communion from angelic hands. From that time on, Francis often placed besides the large host a small particle which would disappear wondrously after Consecration to satisfy the Saint’s hunger for Jesus.

  

It often happened that while the two were engaged in a sacred conversation, Sister Mary Frances would suddenly fall in ecstasy. The Archangel Raphael appeared visibly to her and invisibly to St. Francis who could perceive a heavenly fragrance. It also happened that while Francis was speaking of the miseries he was hoping to alleviate and of the little money he had to do this, rolls of golden coins wondrously appeared at the foot of the Crucifix. One day the Saint dared ask his privileged friend to obtain permission from God to contemplate the temporary sufferings of Purgatory. Sister Mary Frances started praying and shortly afterwards Francis could see the purging souls. While he was still alive, God revealed to Francis the future glory of his faithful servant, and allowed him to see her soul ascending to heaven in a radiant beauty beyond human imagining.

  

Such friendship between two great souls is not unusual. We just need remember St. Jerome and St. Paul; St. Francis of Assisi and St. Claire; St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross; St. Frances de Chantal and St. Francis de Sales. St. Francis Xavier M. Bianchi owes his ascent to the summit of perfection to his encounter with St. Frances of the Five Wounds.

  

VIII. "MY DEARLY BELOVED SOLITUDE"

It was St. Mary Frances' example that had St. Francis turn back to contemplation to which he had been irresistibly attracted prior to giving himself to study and ministry. Even in 1766, when he was barely 23 years of age, he wrote from Naples: "My present stay at St. Charles alle Mortelle College is very much to my liking. I feel like in a hermitage, which is exactly what I desire; that is to say, the dearly beloved solitude."

  

Thus, little by little the Saint began to live a new experience. Avoiding a sudden break with the past, he started retiring from all that he considered imperfect and distractive in order to form a perfect union with God. He gave up all his books and no longer had conversations with the intellectuals whom he had befriended: he just wanted to know all about sanctity. He chose for himself the smallest and most solitary cell.

  

This change in him could not pass unobserved by the others, nor could it escape criticism and comments. Seeing him so eagerly united and absorbed in God, his spiritual children were edified, and they lessened their visits to his cell until they stopped at all. Some envied him, calling him blessed and regretting that he deprived them of his presence. Yet there were people who called him strange, scrupulous and monomaniacal, who played him bad tricks, such as making loud noises in front of his door as if they wanted to tear it down, to distract or try him; and this they repeated for several days. As was God's will, his patience and kindness won over the thoughtlessness of his confreres; and there was peace again.

  

Yet there was no peace in his soul. He too experienced the situation described by St. John of the Cross as "when God plummets intellect into dark night, desire into barrenness, memory into void, and heart into bitterness." Besides, he was not free from demonic persecutions. Satan persisted in his repeated attacks upon him, but he had found an expert antagonist in Francis. The Saint knew this kind of battle from the time when, as a young confessor and in preference to many others, he had been chosen by his Archbishop as an exorcist of evil spirits. It seemed as if the enemy wanted to vindicate himself for this very reason. One day, while he was leaving the house to visit St. Mary Frances, the Saint felt that a bottle was hurled against him, although he saw no one nearby. Another time, while he was going out of his room, the Saint felt himself being raised into the air and then furiously thrust into the ground.

  

Another story is told of a possessed person who, whenever he felt the Saint was near, would start to shout, "Here he is; here he is!" even though he had not seen him yet. The poor wretched man one day seemed not inclined to heed the command made by the Saint in the name of God. Finally, though, he obeyed, and fell at the Saint's feet, struggling.

  

The persecutions of Satan also took on this particular form they called infestation. During the night, as if Satan wanted to vindicate for that man mentioned above, the Saint was tormented with illusions. The Saint tried to resist them all. This continued for a long time, until it was necessary for the Saint to sprinkle his room with holy water and even to resort to exorcism.

  

God was testing his servant through human and diabolic trials and found him strong and faithful as he was getting ready for his great mission as a true guide of souls.

  

IX. THE APOSTLE OF NAPLES

In his silence, in his solitude, in his prayers and penances, Francis had become deeply imbued with God; prayer had taken precedence over his work. From then on, prayer became his ministry. He spoke of souls to God. And from then on, he would speak of God to souls. For fifteen years the Apostle dwelt in the desert of mysticism. From then on, the contemplator would start his battle.

  

He did not need to go too far for his proper apostolic field. His mission was to be in Naples. The long extenuating hours in the confessional, the correspondence, his hours with the penitents who would knock at the door of his cell, the mysterious and piercing pains in his legs which would be his secret martyrdom were to be the backbone of his wondrous life. He was to be a confessor above all.

  

From the very beginning all kinds of individuals would gather outside his confessional: courtesans, merchants, hawkers, and people who abounded in the less affluent quarters of the city. The first penitents urged others to do the same, and so their number even more increased. He must have realized very early that it was just as much a martyrdom to confess God before men than to confess men before God. After the humble and poor, there came the great and the learned who got attracted by his doctrine: bishops, prelates, professors, doctors, lawyers, and knights were among the penitents. Each time he listened to his penitents, it was as though he was dwelling in God, and he replied in God. The penitents would leave his cell edified, and would murmur to themselves, "He is a saint. Certainly, he is a saint."

  

The testimony of Francesco Ferrini is sufficient to speak for all the others. When he was still a young man, he was attracted to Francis' fame. One day Ferrini decided to visit the Saint at Portanova. The Saint was not at home when he got there, so he had to wait for him by his cell. Finally, the Saint arrived. Ferrini saw him at the far end of the corridor. A light radiated about the Saint in the semi-darkness. "He is a new John the Baptist!" the young man thought, and kept looking at him in amazement and reverential fear. At first he thought it was only an illusion or just a light reflecting upon the Saint. However, watching him more closely, he realized the splendor really came from him, and the closer Francis approached him, the more the light radiated. Ferrini stood there as if in ecstasy, and the Saint invited him with an enchanting smile to enter his cell. Once inside, the Saint placed his hand upon the visitor's head and bade him to kneel. Ferrini’s heart throbbed so violently that all he could say were the words prescribed for benediction. Ferrini felt that something extraordinary was taking place within him. He was overwhelmed with a celestial sweetness, his mind was enlightened, and he experienced a fervor such as he had never felt before. When his confession ended, Francis began to speak: they were simple, ordinary words, yet they had great inward eloquence. His face shone with an ever brighter light, a mysterious light that hit the penitent's eyes, yet did not bother him. On the contrary, he felt his heart soothed.

  

Ferrini experienced this more than once, and so did many others who met the saint: they could notice the tremor of his entire person, the abundant tears, and the difficulty in speech caused by the mysterious emotion that pervaded him. His heartiness had the better over the most hardened and coldest hearts. What a joy it was for his spiritual children to be dismissed always by these words: "You will be with me in Paradise," or "Be happy, for Paradise is ours!"

  

X. HIS SPIRITUAL FAMILY

Little by little Francis' cell became a true school of perfection. The spiritual family that had originated before he retired to silence and solitude was flourishing, being attracted to him as if to a brilliant star; his disciples longed for sanctity, and in mutual attraction they all approached God as in a bright constellation.

  

On July 25, 1801 Francis' disciple, Fr. Tommaso Fiore, died. Fr. Fiore had been one of the most esteemed spiritual guides in Naples. All his penitents turned to St. Francis. Among them was the Venerable Battista Lossa, who left his office in the tribunal after thirty years of faithful and honorable service to become a beggar for the orphans, an almsgiver to the poor, and a comforter to the sick. St. Francis used to say of him: "He is a saint who ought to be venerated on the altars. He is another St. John of God." Venerable Lossa was also the first one to know of Francis' long-standing pains in his legs.

  

Other good lay people who ought to be remembered and who were very close to the Saint were: Lelio Rivera, who was Francis' companion in his visits to Christ in the most neglected and abandoned churches; Joseph Bonocore, who several times had his spiritual father as a guest in his villa; the goldsmith Francis La Ragione, a simple soul who was to learn from God what were the peculiar merits of his servant; and the painter Paul Di Maio, whose death Francis mourned in tearful verses and whose picture he kept and venerated in his cell. Yet it was among the priests that Francis had his greatest friends. One Fr. Giuseppe Romano modeled himself on the master, imitating the candor of his habits, his charity, and the spirit of penance which he disguised under his kindness; and another, the Venerable Vincent Morelli, a Theatine and Bishop of Otranto, who, during his trips to Naples, went to him with the simplicity of a child, sharing with him his doubts and the problems of his delicate conscience. One of his favorites, Fr. Agnello Coppola, obtained the gift of ecstasy and contemplation. Fr. Placido Baccher, a victim of the 1799 revolution, had been condemned to death and was miraculously set free by the Blessed Virgin. He had known the Saint in 1808. He was the radiant sunrise while Francis was the flaming sunset: and the twilight loved them. It was to him that Francis left as inheritance all the souls that were to be guided to God. To Bartholomew Corvo, his latest disciple, the Saint left his wounds, which appeared in his legs soon after Francis' death.

  

In the year 1801 King Charles Emmanuel IV of Sardinia and his wife Mary Clotilde entered the Saint's spiritual family. The revolution had caused them to go into exile, however, and their sorrow was soothed by their friendship with the Saint. In Naples, the traditional friendship that bound the Order of the Barnabites to the House of Savoy brought them to Francis. The Saint continued the spiritual assistance started in Turin by Fr. Felix De Vecchi, with whom the Queen had been corresponding for quite some time. The couple immediately felt they were before a man of God and allowed him to guide them by his enlightening wisdom. Above all was Mary Clotilde who had a particular intuition for spiritual things. She understood that Francis was endowed with supernatural gifts and spoke of him as a saint speaks of another saint. The King and his wife were often seen attending Holy Mass celebrated by the Saint and stopped to speak with him after the service; this gave them peace and hope. The Saint, however, made no exceptions and never stopped with them long enough to test the patience of other penitents among whom were businessmen and intellectuals who had little time. He mostly gave the princes brief advice and traced for them the way to follow, and he integrated his teaching with letters which, though very concise, were true beams of light to the heart and mind.

  

XI. THORNS AND FIRE

Like all great saints, even Francis bent under the weight of the cross. He embraced sorrow and nurtured his body with it as if it was a strengthening food for the soul.

  

After his soul, even his body had started suffering pains. The illness which so far had struck in a bearable way one leg had attacked the other too: both had become swollen, heavy as lead. Yet he continued with heroic good will to assist others. Now and then he felt pain like stabs which caused him to sigh and frown, and again he looked serene. Saint Francis realized that the prophecy of Sr. Mary Frances was becoming true: "Oh, how will these legs suffer!" she had said. He underwent obediently a great number of painful cures, yet kept repeating, "There is no human cure for a non-human illness. There is nothing you can do to these wounds as they are God's will."

 

The priest Agnello Coppola wrote: "Even though pain was violently tormenting him, he insisted that I should sing some song by St. Alphonsus de Liguori, and one could not tell if his tears were caused by his suffering or by the emotions roused by the song." To the doctors visiting him he used to say that he felt "thorns and fire" in his legs.

  

After a long stay in Portici, at the end of 1807 he returned to his cell in Portanova, where he continued his slow martyrdom for another seven years.

  

The French authorities which one time kept a worried eye on the spot where people were gathering to meet the Saint, perhaps fearing a plot or a conspiracy, were relieved because now he was but a weak and suffering old man.

  

The siege by the people started anew: the Father was back. He looked older from his suffering, yet his features suggested spiritual beauty and ideals. The man with a sick body was helping again those who had a sick soul. They used to say that meeting him was like experiencing Easter.

  

His poor legs moved people to pity; one was swollen to the utmost with a deep wound in the center and minor ones on the sides. The other was somewhat thinner but inflamed as well with black spots discharging purulent matter. He truly deserved to sign his scripts "Francis Xavier of the Cross of Jesus." The pillar of his strength was the meditation on the suffering of the Crucified Lord, and his communion with the Living Christ.

  

XII. THE WOUND IN HIS HEART

St. Francis offered his whole self to God as a victim in sacrifice for the expiation of sins, and God repaid him. He was to have his Pentecost in 1800. On January 7 of that year he wrote that both the Blessed Virgin Mary and Jesus had spoken of him to a blessed soul: "He will be filled with grace, virtue, fortitude of heart and spirit," said the Blessed Mother, and the Lord, "I will bestow upon him abundant graces."

  

On the eve of Pentecost, May 31, 1800 Francis was praying in the Dominican church of "The Divine Love." The Blessed Sacrament was solemnly exposed in the midst of flowers and countless candles. Francis' eyes fixed on the Sacred Host beamed with an unnatural light. All of a sudden a beam departed from the Host and hit him like an arrow. With an inexpressible joy Francis pressed his hand on his throbbing heart and fainted, giving a loud cry. He seemed a victim of pain; on the contrary, he was but a victim of love. His wounded heart was to contain all the charity, goodness, and joy that he would later share with other souls.

  

When the ecstasy was over he rose, resumed his composure, and smiled to those who had come to his aid; then he immersed himself deep in prayer once more.

  

From that day onward every time he administered the Sacraments or even spoke of sacred things, his heart trembled as well as his whole body, and his face shined.

  

XIII. THE PROPHET IN THE MIDST OF THE TEMPEST

The gift of prophecy and visions had such a great impact on the Saint's life that we cannot help speaking about it if we really want to understand his true character.

  

It was the year 1798. Francis was horrified to hear of the invasion of Rome by the French army and the seizure and exile of Pius VII. His spirit could see the elderly Pope travelling through Siena, Florence, Parma, Tortona, Turin, and Briançon, as if the events were happening before his eyes. God allowed him to see all this, and Francis suffered greatly when he recounted the facts to his disciples.

  

Toward the middle of July 1805 he looked particularly afflicted, and his disciples often heard him repeat, "Many are the sins, and the punishment is near." An earthquake hit the Molisan region, causing destruction in Aquila, Capua, and Avellino. Even Naples was hit and many buildings crumbled. The victims were only three, which truly seemed a miracle: there was a Saint praying in Portanova. The next day he told the crowd gathered around him of the devastation that had taken place in the other cities struck by the earthquake.

  

Meanwhile the political storm was breaking out between the Church and the secular world. The empire which succeeded the Jacobin anarchy in France was even more violent than the latter. Napoleon wanted to fight the Church even to very extreme consequences. Pius VII, however, replied with meekness, patience, and tolerance. Francis' spirit followed with distress the duel between the mild Pontiff and the overbearing Emperor.

  

On July 6, 1809 Pius VII was forced to leave Rome. Francis said then to his dismayed friends: "We are to consider all that is happening as a scroll in which the great plans of God are both written and hidden. Let us obediently accept God's will, in the expectancy of better times to come." But Napoleon's lucky star was to fade away, and God allowed the Saint to foresee the Emperor's ruin. On September 14, 1812 Napoleon entered burning Moscow: he had fallen into a trap. Yet from Paris came the order to all European capitals to sing a Te Deum. When the Saint heard of it, he commented bitterly: "They would have done much better had they sung a Miserere!" The next days, while entertaining himself with Agnello Coppola, he often exclaimed: "How awful, how awful! Poor young men!" On November 23 he assured his friends that the French army had been defeated and prayed even for the tyrant. To Domenic Valletta, who sarcastically was saying he would gladly poison Napoleon, Francis, horrified, replied: "You should not hate your enemy but, rather, pray for his repentance."

  

XIV. THE SAINT AND THE VESUVIUS

Armed with God-given strength, the Saint's wonder-working hand triumphed over destructive Vesuvius. After the devastating eruption of 1794 which had been predicted by St. Mary Frances, the volcano had become drowsy. In 1804 the volcano woke up with the rage of a hungry beast. From May until August it erupted huge clouds of smoke, and at sunset of November 22 a quake shook the earth with long, dark rumblings. Torrents of lava covered the hills all around Torre del Greco.

  

Fr. Francis was in Torre del Greco, guest of the Visitation retreat house which was directed by Fr. Pasquale Lombardo, one of his disciples. When danger was at its utmost, the Saint was praying and was shaken by the dwellers running around in the attempt to save what they could. He came out of his room, serenely asked everyone to keep calm, and ordered a picture of Sr. Mary Frances be placed on the roof. He himself climbed onto a terrace on top of the house together with all the other people and joined his hands in prayer. Then he raised his right hand and in the name of God he ordered the lava to stop flowing. Everyone was amazed to see the lava stop at once: Torre del Greco was safe!

  

The identical miracle was repeated in two other instances. Again at Torre del Greco, the Saint bade he be taken to the place where the lava was flowing, prayed with all the people, raised his blessing hand and the flow stopped as the lava turned into hard stone. There was another eruption, and people came to Portici to beg the Saint for help. Francis didn't budge: he took an image of Sr. Mary Frances and ordered the people to put it before the advancing fire. They did so and the lava that had already reached a villa stopped before the image which was hanging on a tree.

  

In remembrance of the miracle, Cardinal William Sanfelice had a chapel built on the spot and dedicated it to the Saint.

  

XV. THE DEVOTIONS OF A SAINT

"Grace attacks your heart by a threefold fire: the love for the Holy Sacrament of the Eucharist, the love for the Most Blessed Virgin free from all stains of sin, and the love for God's servant Mary Frances. Deny it if you can!" so said St. Francis, who loved God with an ardor which can be compared to the one of a St. Philip Neri or St. Therese of Jesus. He used to say: "He who really loves would sing, rave, sigh, lament, suffer, and languish. Oh, what a sweet occupation this is! May Jesus grant it all to me. Amen."

  

His disciples could often hear him repeat in a murmur the gentle dialogue by the Franciscan mystic Raymond Lullo: "Where are you? In love. Whence did you come? From love. Who has led you here? Love. What do you live in? In love. Where do you dwell? In love. Let love and speaking of love be your only concern."

  

St. Alphonsus' chants on God's love truly enraptured him. Fr. Nicholas Ruggero testifies in great simplicity: "One morning, having gone to visit the Venerable, I found him particularly cheerful; he even asked me to sing some devout prayers. I intoned, 'He who lives in God is always happy,' but I had barely completed the first stanza when I saw the Venerable completely transformed. His face was extraordinarily bright, his entire person was agitated and even seemed to have grown larger; he hardly seemed the same person. I realized he could hardly withstand such tremendous thrust of love. I should have stopped singing, yet I went on to enjoy such sweet miracle. Finally, when I saw the last of the marvel, I stopped and fled from his presence. I believed the Venerable, who was always careful in hiding himself and his gifts, would have reproached me. Someone who witnessed the fact told me that when the Venerable regained his senses he repeatedly asked, 'Where am I?' and jokingly pretending to search for a stick added, 'Where is Nicholas? He almost killed me!'" A few days later, Nicholas returned to the Saint and was gently reproached: "My dear friend, you ruined me!"

  

The Saint's devotion was most evident when he celebrated Mass. On July 3, 1811 he received from Rome the permission to celebrate Mass in his room, and Cardinal Caracciolo provided him at once with a wooden altar. By now, due to the pains in his legs, he was unable to rise, to move or even stand. Attempts were made to convince him to give up celebrating Mass, but he was irremovable: "When I will give up celebrating Mass, you may as well say I am dead." The celebration became a miracle renewed every morning, as he once wrote to a priest, "I am writing you amid spasms of pain. I can do nothing other than celebrate the Holy Mass, which I do every day by Divine Mercy! Ask your penitents to thank God for me, for he allows me to see each day the wonders of His omnipotence." At dawn, his companions roused him from the bed where he had spent an almost sleepless night. He then prepared for Mass. Those who came into his room saw him like a bundle of pain, his limbs stiff and racked in tremendous pain. Even putting on the vestments had become a daily agony. Once ready, two companions had to carry him to the altar gasping for breath. But once he reached the altar he could wondrously cross himself and stand up as a perfectly healthy man would do: "To the God who gives joy to my youth," the servant would reply to the first verse of the Psalm, and thus the prophecy was fulfilled in Francis. With a faint smile on his lips, he would then proceed with the rite, languishing with love, falling into ecstasy during consecration and at communion. He could, however, barely read the St. John Prologue at the conclusion of Mass and had to be carried from the altar completely exhausted. He could very well say with Paul the Apostle, "The life I live is not my own; Christ is living in me."

  

His devotion to the Blessed Mother had a great influence on his virtues. He called the principal Marian solemnities "the great days of Grace." As a young man we heard him sing the praises of Mary's patronage in public. The impression of an impeccable adolescence is not easily forgotten. So, here he is now a priest, inculcating the same sentiments into his spiritual children. "Let not one of you neglect to pray continually to Our Lady, especially to obtain from God the grace of always praying to her, to call upon her for help, saying: ‘Help me. Mother of mine, do help me.’ Woe to him who neglects to place himself in Mary's trust even one day!" Having heard that Fr. Placido Baccher had a statue of Mary as a child, he wanted to see it. When he had it in his hands, he pressed it to his heart weeping tenderly; but then he trembled so violently that those present had to take it away from him and asked him to look elsewhere.

  

One day, when he was in his cell, he suddenly uncovered his head and walked toward the stairway, crying with joy: "Our Lady is coming! God's Mother is coming!" As a matter of fact, a friend of his, who was a painter, was coming up to present him with a very beautiful painting of Our Lady Queen of Heaven. To those who asked him how he knew the painter was carrying the picture, he replied, "The Venerable Mary Frances let me know." Later he gave up the beautiful painting as an act of poverty.

  

The more God visited him in suffering, the greater his devotion grew, and Mary's pains became the focal point of his meditation. It was through the intercession of Our Lady of Sorrow that he obtained the grace of being able to celebrate the Sacrifice of the Mass in spite of his pains.

  

He miraculously restored health to his disciple Louis Voipe, after reciting together the Litanies of the Blessed Mother. When the health of Blaise Brasca, a priest, had failed completely, the Saint restored it again by reciting the Litanies. Five years later Blaise fell ill once more, and his family turned again to the Saint for help, but his reply was: "The years were added to King Hezekiah only once."

  

He never dismissed anyone before he found a way to introduce Mary into the conversation, suggesting filial confidence by calling her Our Dear Mother. Bonocore relates: "One day I was with the Saint speaking about spiritual matters. I revealed to him my desire to increase my love for God. The Venerable suggested to me various means to attain this, particularly to visit more often the Blessed Sacrament during the Forty Hours Devotion. In this regard he told of someone (Bonocore himself) who in making the visits had the unique fortune to see the Blessed Mother coming to her Son in the Blessed Sacrament to entreat for gifts and graces for those who were present adoring Him. That was the very time when that person profited greatly by these gifts! Then the Venerable added: 'Pray to the Divine Mother for you to be allowed to stay at the feet of the Blessed Sacrament and so find yourself in similar circumstances.’”

  

During his last years, the Rosary became his constant companion. At sunset on January 30, the day before his death, someone suggested to recite the Rosary. Francis agreed with joy and joined the others who, perhaps, never said it with greater devotion. At the end of the Rosary he asked for the picture of Our Lady, called the Divine Shepherdess. He looked at it with great affection, kissed it repeatedly, and then returned it. A short while later he asked for the picture again and looked as if he were languishing with filial love for his dear Mother who was about to come for him.

  

He had well realized and preached that the shortest, surest, and most beautiful way to Jesus was, no doubt, through Mary.

  

XVI. THE MARTYRDOM OF CHARITY

The unending charity of Fr. Francis Xavier M. Bianchi deserved him the title of Apostle of Naples.

  

Stricken in 1800 by a strange illness, he believed he had come to the end of his life, but Sr. Mary Frances assured him, however, that he was still to live long, so as to do much more good to humanity. Not one of his sick penitents was ever deprived of his full, loving, and sometimes even miraculous assistance. In the hospitals, he went from bed to bed, saying a comforting word to each and every person who was sick. Then, he would address them all together, encouraging them to sanctify their sufferings. Sometimes his humility would cause him to flee from the hospitals when the sick would cry out: "The saint has performed a miracle!"

  

His special concern, however, was for vagrant or corrupt young women. He would gladly give his life to save those unwary young people and their dreams and hopes from corruption.

  

He gave his constant advice and help to the people of the convents of St. Raphael, of Providence, of Holy Cross, of St. Mary Magdalene dei Pazzi, and of the Visitation. He was not even embarrassed to beg for them, and he did it with great eloquence, especially when there were urgent cases to solve.

  

Baccher attests to the fact that "he took every care not only for their spiritual guidance, but also for their temporal needs." He found very valuable collaborators for his work among the wealthy and powerful penitents who gave their assistance voluntarily. For some he had even stipulated a monthly sum to be offered and was punctual in collecting in person or through a messenger. He was doing this for God's poor, and nothing else mattered.

  

His confessor, Fr. Ceraso, affirmed: "I never heard that anyone who went to him for help was left without receiving it. People came to him in a continual stream."

  

In 1808, when it became difficult for him to get around because of his legs, his worst torment was not the "thorns and fire" in his legs, but the fact that he was no longer able to help his convents as he wished. He then resorted to beg by correspondence with letters filled with faith and encouragement. That year a very interesting incident happened. One night he urged Vincent Parlati to come with him in his carriage on the following day to go to the convent of St. Raphael. The following evening they presented themselves at the convent unexpected. Fr. Francis first went to pray in the chapel and then stopped to talk with the Superior. They had just started conversing when they heard a great confusion: the inmates of the house were asking for more food. Francis let them come to him to express their grievance. When he finally managed to quiet them down, he spoke to them about God and of His paternal and divine goodness and providence. "Have no doubt," he said, "you will have everything you need. Starting tomorrow, you will have as usual and even more." He then left the convent, but he did not want to return to the carriage. Leaning on Parlati, they walked up the road in spite of the pain in his legs. They had barely gone a few steps when they met Dr. Amantea, who was greatly surprised to see the Saint on the road and at that hour. Francis brushed aside the small talk and without any further ado he acquainted him with the situation at the convent of St. Raphael. The Doctor took 200 Ducats from his purse and placed them in his hands. Later, when Parlati asked him what had prompted him to take that particular road, Francis replied: "I just thought it was a good road, and indeed it was!"

  

The following year Parlati found himself 740 Ducats short to pay a debt. There was despair in his heart for not being able to keep his promise and because of the shame upon his honor. He had already mentioned this predicament to the Saint three times. He had entreated him to make an exception for this time and to lend him the money from his special fund. The Saint pretended to listen to him and then kept repeating, "Have faith, have faith!" Finally he spoke more explicitly, telling Parlati to get all the money he had without counting it and to have faith in God. As the payday came, the poor man could not sleep, yet hoped for a miracle. He went to pay his debt. He counted the money, and the full amount was there, plus 150 Ducats to spare. Francis had assured him: "Tomorrow you will pay your debt and you will have more money than you need."

  

When the Saint's sufferings became unbearable, some of his friends decided to close the doors at twelve in order to allow him some time to rest. But either because of indiscretion, or faith, or necessity, some managed to get the key and, through a private entrance, they managed to reach the Saint at all hours just as before. He himself never showed any impatience; instead, he was always gay, serene, and calm. He listened to them for long hours; he absolved them and blessed them. He was a man for all, forgetting his pains, and ignoring completely the needs of his weak body. Sometimes, though, this weakness had the upper hand: he could not keep his head up while speaking to somebody. Sometimes he fainted in the arms of whoever was sitting at his side, confessing to him or listening to him speak of God. There is martyrdom where one gives his blood for the faith, but there is also another martyrdom where one gives his whole life for love.

  

Toward the beginning of 1808 the Barnabite, Fr. Vincent Sangermano, returned after 27 years as a missionary in Burma. He told Fr. Francis of the wonders he had experienced in the midst of God’s people in Burma and also of the horrible battles he had to wage against the devil. Hearing these inspiring stories, the Saint's face became radiant with joy and ardent desire. One day, he exclaimed: "Oh, how many times I have yearned to wear the purple!" which greatly surprised those who heard him. They did not know however, that Fr. Francis had refused the episcopate not once but several times. The good old man brought his hands crosswise to his neck and, pretending to cut it, added: "Quite another purple, my dear, quite another purple!" referring to martyrdom.

  

XVII. THE RADIANT SUNSET

The victim was ready for the final immolation. Purified by pain and exalted by love, Francis was advancing toward his goal with his body completely decayed but his soul pure and glowing. The end being near, his eyes and voice had a transparency reminiscent of heaven. His pupils were fixed on the highest ideals while his lips murmured the apostle's passionate sign: "I long to die so I can be with Christ!" Yet, he had to undergo the supreme test of abandonment. He was to remain alone. He had been like Christ in life, and would be like Him in death. It was June 1814 and the visitors to Portanova were decreasing in number. Fr. Bianchi's health was declining: he no longer had the strength to hear confessions or to speak at any great length. He spent many long hours alone. Lossa and Capolla alternated in taking care of his sores. When they left, he turned to the pictures covering the walls of his cell to converse with each one of them: the Savior, Mary Queen of Paradise, St. Francis of Assisi, and Sister Mary Frances.

  

On June 9 he sent Lossa to the tomb of Sister Mary Frances, hoping he would return with a message of comfort. His friend returned with this message: Francis was to suffer happily for a crown of glory like hers was awaiting him in Paradise.

  

As the summer advanced the heat increased, and so did his pains. God allowed the assistance of friends to be reduced, so that often he was left to the mistreatments of hired servants. He even lacked the usual morning wonderful experience of the Eucharist. This was truly his supreme holocaust, the supreme immolation. It seemed a miracle that in the midst of so much pain he lived to see the beginning of 1815. By now he was motionless, as if he were nailed to a cross. He breathed with difficulty, his vision had dimmed, gangrene in his legs spread, and a twisted hernia tortured his side.

  

On January 27, 1815 because of a fall he had incurred in an attempt to safeguard his modesty, it seemed as though the end had come. The Viaticum was taken to him. The victim of love was lying on the cross of suffering, experiencing a dark spiritual desolation which made him cry: "Father! Father, why have you abandoned me?" just as he had predicted many years before, saying: "God has granted me the grace of serving Him and of loving Him in cheerfulness of spirit. At the end of my life, however, I too must feel the tribulations, the anguish of the soul, and the violence of temptation."

  

But then there was calm. Francis was waiting for a promised visit from heaven. On January 29 he said to his confessor, Fr. Cesaro: "The Servant of God has kept her word; she has faithfully fulfilled her promise." He related that Sister Mary Frances had come to him, had seated herself at the side of his bed and had given him a foretaste of the joys of heaven.

  

The news spread quickly; his spiritual children returned to see their Father for the last time. They heard him repeat again and again: "My God! Blessed be God! I praise you! I thank you! Lord, I want to suffer for you!" At sunset of January 29 he received the Sacrament of the sick. Forty eight years previously, on that very day, he had offered his First Mass.

  

He smiled at his friends Ferrigni and Agnello Coppola, who had returned after a brief period of separation. During the night of January 30, six of his friends kept watch. At about five in the morning, Francis asked again for the Viaticum. The priest, fifteen minutes after giving him Communion, bent to listen to his breathing. He then realized that the blessed soul had peacefully returned to heaven. It was Tuesday, January 31, 1815.

  

XVIII. IN THE GLORY OF THE SAINTS

"The Saint of Portanova is dead!" was the cry that quickly spread all through Naples. "Let's go and see the Saint!" The crowd was so numerous it became necessary to block off the roads and put up barricades. When the Saint, dressed in his habit, was taken from the small cell to the church, the barricades could not hold the dense crowd. People were impatient to take a piece of cloth from his tunic or bits of hair as living relics. On the following morning, February 1, his funeral Mass was held with great solemnity. All the seminarians from the diocesan seminary were present, showing such a spontaneous and fitting homage for one who had greatly loved priests and had been their saintly leader and father in Naples.

  

Guards and soldiers on horseback were employed to control the crowd. When the evening came, it was necessary to revert to trickery to disperse the people: they were told that the body would be exposed again the following day. It was only then that the church gradually became empty. The simple wooden coffin was then closed and placed in the tomb beside the altar, nearest to the sanctuary, in the church of St. Mary in Portanova. But this was only for a short while.

  

Twenty years before, Francis, arriving at the church of St. Joseph and St. Theresa of the Carmelites in Pontecorvo, had said: "There will come a time when I will sleep in this church next to the small window where the nuns receive Holy Communion." Another time he said: "Pay attention! You will see one day what will happen in this church." Another time he said to a confrere, referring to the church: "You will see what a Paradise it will be."

  

Scarcely five years after his death, when the Napoleonic onslaught ended and the religious Congregations were re-established, the Barnabites took possession of the convent and church of St. Joseph at Pontecorvo. During the night of July 14, 1820 in the midst of the protest and tears of the people in Portanova, the body of the Saint was transported and placed in one of the niches behind the sanctuary exactly near the window where the Carmelite nuns used to receive Holy Communion.

  

Meanwhile, many miracles and graces were attributed to his intercession. In 1816, scarcely a year and a half after his death, a young 13 year-old hemiplegic Neapolitan girl, tormented with spasms, one day had a vision of St. Francis. He told her: "Get up, for you are well." She did as she was bade and, truly, she was healed. This was the first of the miracles proposed and approved for the Beatification process. The second miracle was with a 32 year-old lady whose body had been reduced to a most painful and horrible sore. In this condition, the lady only wished to die. But one day, moved by deep faith, she put an image of the Blessed on her wounds and prayed to him. Suddenly, all the sores disappeared! The lady was restored to full health and serenity.

  

The Apostolic Process took its time through the Popes Pius VII, Gregory XVI, and Pius IX. On February 23, 1857 Pius IX declared his virtues heroic. On February 22, 1893 Leo XIII declared him Blessed.

  

The two miracles needed for the canonization took place, one in 1933 in Perugia, and the other in 1937 in Naples. These two miracles were finally approved by Pius XII on May 1, 1951.

  

In 1933 the Barnabites were celebrating the 400th anniversary of the approval of their Congregation, when Judith Lacarella received the miracle. She suffered from cancer in her stomach and intestine. Being at the point of death, she turned for help to the Blessed Francis Xavier Bianchi. Judith started to say the novena to the Saint. On the second day, Judith found herself totally healed. She continued to say the novena in thanksgiving for the miracle received.

  

The second miracle happened to a worker in Naples who also got sick with cancer, with no hope of recovery. His mother and sisters kept going to Pontecorvo to beg the intercession of Blessed Francis. Their faith and persistence were rewarded on November 3, 1937 when De Rosa found himself totally healed and able to go back to work.

  

The solemn canonization ceremony was set by Pius XII for October 21, 1951. With his beautiful and characteristic prayer, he is now blessing us:

  

"May the Lord God, guard and bless you.

May he turn his Holy Face toward you.

May he give you peace,

and may he free you from sin.

May his love grow in you,

and may he grant you his great gift of final

perseverance. Amen"

  

On June 18, 1972 the body of St. Francis Bianchi was moved from St. Joseph at Pontecorvo to the church of St. Mary of Caravaggio, at the center of the city of Naples, transforming it in a fitting shrine to satisfy the popular devotion toward the Saint.

  

Fr. Felix M. Sala

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Widelux F7,

26mm f2.8 swing-lens,

Agfa Vista+, ISO400 (new),

Developed commercially,

Scanned at 3200 dpi using Epson F-3200 scanner,

Processed in CS3

 

This poster had me scratching my head. There is what appears to be a fried egg stuck to that horse's backside. If anyone can shed any light, please leave a comment. It was taken in Birmingham city centre, next to the ice rink.

 

BTW, the film used is Agfa Vista+ (ISO 400). It is a new film and apparently made by Fuji in Japan. Initial impressions are favourable.

5081 Boyne City Rd., Horton Bay, MI

 

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HORTON BAY, Mich. — "An opportunity for public humiliation."

 

That is the pitch John Rohe, czar of Horton Bay's Annual 4th of July Parade, uses to lure otherwise normal people into entering what many believe is one of the most outrageously offbeat Independence Day parades in the U.S.

 

Rohe's recruiting works. For one day, Horton Bay, a curve in the road between Charlevoix and Boyne City on Lake Charlevoix's north coast, with a year-round population variously estimated at 43 or an even dozen, plays host to 100 mostly weird floats and a crowd generously guessed at around 15,000.

 

Infectious nuttiness is the pride of Horton Bay's tiny population, which draws entrants from the supposedly sophisticated population of Petoskey as well as the more conservative surrounding farm country.

 

Each year, responding to a broad theme that allows almost any creative effort to qualify, crowds have cheered a road builder's backhoe transformed into a ferocious water-spewing dinosaur, a 20-foot volcano erupting in a shower of red pop and oatmeal, silent marching bands, the President Richard Nixon denial float, the President Clinton not-inhaling float, a bunch of mermaids, and a queen and king of Horton Bay perched on the most common of thrones waving toilet-plunger scepters.

 

An invitation to be head judge, mete out ribbons and sit on the front porch of the famous Horton Bay General Store--featured by Ernest Hemingway in his northern Michigan-based Nick Adams stories--carries weighty responsibility. There are bribes to consider, free food and drink to consume and risks: Entrants have been known to douse the crowd and judges with water balloons, fire hoses and simulated eau de skunk.

 

Some, like parade co-creator Jon Hartwell, say the wackiness is in the local water. Others cite legends of the young Hemingway, the Oak Park native who spent his summers getting into trouble in the area and brought his first wife, Hadley Richardson, to Horton Bay for their wedding.

 

Hemingway-inspired floats are common: a giant walking cardboard carton with a dozen arms madly waving ("A Farewell to Arms"); a lone man carrying a giant letter C ("Old Man and the Sea"); and a tall, macabre character ringing a small bell ("For Whom the Bell Tolls").

 

Some of the most creative entries are produced by a group known as the Horton Bay Bachelors. In the past they have featured Hopalong Cassidy (a cowboy hopping on one foot the entire parade route) or Custer's Last Hot Dog Stand (no explanation needed).

 

Few entrants really care who wins. Nonetheless, at least one judge's spouse perennially solicits bribes, with proceeds going to the parade committee.

 

"We tried to bribe the judges one year. It didn't work, so we quit," says one of the Bachelors, G.T. Long, a parade organizer and Hemingway buff.

 

As might be expected, questions of taste are a continuing problem for the parade and its organizers.

 

"Good taste is hard to police," observes Hartwell, recalling the year "really good Roller Bladers dressed in drag were approved, and when they got onto the parade route, they stripped to bras."

 

Because this year's theme is "Have You Heard?" with Horton Bay touted as the "Intergalactic Rumor Control Center of the Universe," the good-taste police are on full alert over rumors of Viagra-inspired entries.

 

"The parade capitalizes on current events, and since our country never seems to run out of current events, we're never short for entries," says Bob Munn, another parade organizer, who each year sings an over-the-top national anthem from the general store porch, then races to the parade start to lead a precision lawn-mower drill team.

 

Long, the Hemingway buff who always reappears at the parade's end as a singing fat lady, opines: "The coolest thing about this parade is that Horton Bay is its usual quiet, peaceful place with 12 residents when I get up on the morning of the 4th. I walk to the bay, take a swim, and by 8:45 when I walk back, I can look up and down the road and there are all these people carrying coolers, umbrellas and chairs. Horton Bay is suddenly transformed."

 

"We're the real patriotic parade," asserts Hartwell, who has appeared variously as the Horton Bay News Network and the leader of a Kazoo Marching Band and the Steroid Olympics. "Most 4th of July parades anesthetize people. Their eyes glaze. Not ours."

 

The holiday outrageousness is just another manifestation of the culture of Horton Bay, according to writer-in-residence Ted Walker.

 

"After all, these same people hunt a mysterious monster called Windigo, hold a Winter Olympics with a dead-fish toss on the bay in mid-February, and celebrate the end of summer by walking across a 30-foot bridge and making speeches. -- Chicago Tribune, July 3, 1998

 

Phyllis riding Aristotle // Aristote et Campaspe // L'humiliation d'Aristote

Montbenoît, Franche-Comté, abbey church, stalls, bench-end

 

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Camparse vs. Campaspe (Sigmund Freud would have had his pleasure!)

The Beaverville Plow slumbers while waiting on fresh powder to humiliate. Beaverville, ILL.

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