I saw the little recess from which the angel stepped, but could not fill its void.

The angels that I know are creatures of unstable fancy--they will not fit in niches of substantial stone.

Imagination labors best in distant fields.
I doubt if any man can stand in the Grotto of the Annunciation and people with the phantom images of his mind its too tangible walls of stone.
They showed us a broken granite pillar, depending from the roof, which they said was hacked in two by the Moslem conquerors of Nazareth, in the vain hope of pulling down the sanctuary.

But the pillar remained miraculously suspended in the air, and, unsupported itself, supported then and still supports the roof.

By dividing this statement up among eight, it was found not difficult to believe it.
These gifted Latin monks never do any thing by halves.