Human aid fails me; Nothing remains for me but to implore the mercy of Heaven.

Father, all Madrid rings with the report of your piety and virtue.

Deign to remember my Mother in your prayers: Perhaps they may prevail on the Almighty to spare her; and should that be the case, I engage myself every Thursday in the next three Months to illuminate the Shrine of St.Francis in his honour.' 'So!' thought the Monk; 'Here we have a second Vincentio della Ronda.
Rosario's adventure began thus,' and He wished secretly that this might have the same conclusion.
He acceded to the request.

The Petitioner returned him thanks with every mark of gratitude, and then continued.
'I have yet another favour to ask.

We are Strangers in Madrid; My Mother needs a Confessor, and knows not to whom She should apply.