Cosmo and his marmoset

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Cosmo and his marmoset
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Christian life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Street entertainers -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Poverty -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Mothers and sons -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Pets -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Marmosets -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Cruelty -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Begging -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1883
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England -- London
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T x,_ : N a cottage, nestled
-.': '" -. cosilyamongthe green
S slopes of the Cottian
Alps, dwelt the family
Sof Placido Bazzoni,
who gained a scanty
living as a goatherd. The skins of
the small mountain goats of that
region are used in the manufacture
of the gloves for which Turin is
celebrated, and for this the goats
are chiefly kept and valued.

6 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
On one bright May morning, the
family at the cottage was up be-
times; for Cosmo, their only son,
a lad of little more than ten years,
was going to leave his pleasant
mountain home to seek better for-
tune in the Italians' imagined El
Dorado, England. His little mar-
moset Pedro and his zitterna were
his only means to obtain this de-
sired end; but, as the padrone to
whom he was to be consigned, had
assured him of success, Cosmo
believed him. The marmoset had
been given to him, when quite
young, by a relative of his mother,
and had grown up as a pet in the
family. He was a brave, simple-
hearted boy, our young Montagnard
-loyal and true; so when his
mother, half broken-hearted at

Cosmo in his New Home. 7
parting with her child, kissed him
tenderly, and commended him to
the Virgin-for such she had been
taught was the only best protection
-he looked at hei- with a very pale
but smiling face, and, taking little
Serafina, his three-years-old sister,
he caressed her to hide his tears,
and then, putting her into his
mother's arms, said, "She will
comfort you, dear mother, when I
am away.
The sun was now above the
mountain-tops, and the lovely scene
became bathed in a soft, rosy mist
as Cosmo stood taking a farewell
look at the home he so loved. He
never properly remembered all the
events of that parting. Tears, em-
braces, prayers for his safety, were
all mingled in his mind with his

8 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
mother's anguished cries-a long
walk, a longer journey in the lum-
bering vettura, and then his father's
farewell words and embraces. The
scene then seemed to change as in
a dream. He was on board a vessel,
with many others of his age and
country, on a sunlit sea, and under
blue skies; then another change-
sea-sickness, dull skies, for many
days, and lo Cosmo was in
The boy was bewildered with the
noise and bustle around him, but
he was brought to his senses by a
sharp voice calling out his name.
It was the padrone to whom he
with some others was consigned,
who, taking his hand, and followed
by the rest, led the way through
what seemed to poor Cosmo a

Cosmo in hzs New Home 9
dreadfully dirty town, to a dirtier
house, which his conductor told
him was his future home.
Poor lad! his heart was full
almost to bursting. Who could
tell his desolation! What would
he not have given to have laid his
tired head on his mother's breast,
and been comforted !-for, oh dear
old fashion of the Italian youth !-
he almost adored his young mother;
and as he thought of the time which
must pass before he could see her,
a very heart-cry burst from him of
Oh, madre mia! carissima, madre
mia!" and, covering his face with
his hands, Cosmo sobbed aloud.
The padrone had heard such cries
and seen such tears often before, so
they did not affect him; but a sweet
little child, a tambourine-player,


o1 Cosmo and kis Marmoset.
came and stood by Cosmo, and
Pedro, his little marmoset, looked
intohis master's eye with a strangely
wistful expression, and so between
the two his sobs gradually sub-
The padrone now called all to
supper. A small portion of soup
and a meagre piece of bread was
given to each. After all had finished,
Cosmo was conducted to an upper
apartment, where there were some
heaps of not very clean straw, and
a rug to each as covering. To one
of these he pointed as Cosmo's rest-
ing-place, and then left the room
to fetch up the other boys.
Even Pedro seemed to feel the
depressing influence of the situa-
tion, for he sat at his master's
feet divested of all his pretty play-

Cosmo in his New Home. II
ful antics, until the sound of the
padrone's steps on the creaking
stairs made Cosmo begin to prepare
for his so-called bed.
When he lay down in the close
room, from which all air seemed
excluded, he felt as though he could
not breathe. Still, it was what the
English would call a fair spring
night; but to Cosmo, used to the
fresh, full air of the mountains, and
after the voyage, it was almost
suffocation. He had risen, after
the padrone left the room, from his
pallet, to repeat the prayer his
mother had taught him to his so-
called guardian angel (poor boy!
he had never been told of that com-
passionate One who invites all the
weary and heavy-laden to come to
Him), when through the window,

12 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
narrow as it was, he espied the pale
crescent of the new moon, and he
remembered how only a few weeks
before, he had gone with his mother,
by the light of that same moon, to
pay a farewell visit to the grave of
a little brother who had died when
only two years old. The remem-
brance of his mother's tears over
her baby's grave made Cosmo feel
strangely, and he began to wonder,
if he died in this strange land,
whether she would ever be able
to find his resting-place and weep
over it; and for the second time on
that memorable night the poor
weary heart found relief in tears.
In his childlike grief Cosmo
found some comfort in his little
marmoset Pedro, because it was
something that was a part of the

Cosmo in his New Home. 13
old life at home, and could therefore
almost understand his sorrow. It
was as a favour that he had been
permitted by the padrone to take
the little animal upstairs. He was
so very small he could do no harm,
and cried so piteously after his
master; and nowthe faithful creature
showed in its own dumb way the
sorrow he felt for his young master's
grief. And so that first long night
in England passed, and the cheer-
less grey dawn came stealing over
the house-tops.
Cosmo rose from his pallet un-
refreshed, and, going to the dirt-
stained window, he looked out.
Instead of the green valley at the
foot of the mountain, was the narrow
street; instead of the gay song of
the vinedresser, or the cheery call

14 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
of the goatherd, was the loud
quarrelling of boys in the street.
That slip of leaden sky-was that
all he should see of light from this
place which was now his home ?
Cosmo was roused from his
reverie by the touch of Pedro's paw.
All that a dumb animal could do
to show sympathy the little mar-
moset had done; and as he looked
into his master's face he seemed to
say, I will help you."
Unwillingly and slowly the poor
boy went downstairs to the common
room, fearing every new event in
this strange life. There stood the
ever-wakeful padrone, and by his
side an old withered Italian woman,
with the usual long earrings and
cross, presiding at a table, on which
stood a dozen or more basins of

Cosmo in his New Home. 15
weak coffee, and a number of half-
quartern loaves, each of which she
divided into four portions.
As Cosmo entered the room, she
pointed to a bench, on which he sat
down. He was then supplied with
a basin of the compound, and a
portion of the bread, which he
divided with his marmoset.
Breakfast over, the padrone
opened his way-book to select
Cosmo's beat; and having done so,
and appointed another lad as his
guide for the first week, he examined
and new-strung the zitterna. The
next operation was much more in-
teresting. Whilst Cosmo was
drawing up the strings of the in-
strument, the padrone opened a
drawer in an old worm-eaten chest,
and, taking from it a little green

16 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
and red dress, ornamented with
scraps of tarnished gold-lace, and a
tiny hat and feather, he stretched
out his hand towards Pedro, to take
him and make him fine in his new
But instead of being grateful for
such attention, Pedro made a most
uncomplimentary show of his teeth,
and would not let the padrone touch
him. At this the man was angry,
and made use of wicked words,
which poor Cosmo had never heard
until he was on board the vessel
which brought him to England.
Cosmo's good mother had taught
him to the best of her power to be
honest and truthful and kind, and
at this coarse language he opened
his big brown eyes in fear. Speak-
ing a few words of endearment and

Cosmo in his New Home. 17
command united, he put the mar-
moset on the table before the
padrone. But, although generally
perfectly obedient, Pedro rebelled
now. He screeched and made
jumps at his foe, as he evidently
thought him; upon which the man
gave him a smart cut with a small
Now, Pedro had never been
struck, his master having received
him quite an infant marmoset,
literally from the arms of the
mother (for the monkey nurses her
children as tenderly as a human
being); and he had always treated
the diminutive creature with great
kindness, never having had occasion
to beat him. At a cross word, Pedro
would cover his face with his paws,
and retreat into a corner, until,
C 60

18 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
looking furtively out of his cunning
little eyes, he would see a smile on
his master's face; then he would
leap into his arms, as gay and happy
as a forgiven child. Therefore
Cosmo had never seen his little pet
in such a fury before, and it fright-
ened him, for the temper did not
passawayuntil he had well scratched
the padrone's hands, and almost
leaped up the chimney in fear, for
which he had received so severe a
castigation that he was quite unable
to move. It was a cruel beating
to give so small a creature, for
Pedro was only ten inches high,
and Cosmo naturally felt angry with
his master for his cruelty.
But the boy said nothing; and
after an hour or so he dressed Pedro
in his new finery, and with his

Cosmo in his New Home. 19
guide, made his first essay in his
new calling. Thus began Cosmo's
life of wandering up and down the
London streets; and so winning
was his smile, as he took off his
cap, and in his own musical patois
asked, Un soldo, signoro;" and
so hearty was his "grazia," or
thanks, that few who stopped to
listen to his guitar, and to see Pedro
gravely dance round, went away
without giving him something. So
the weeks rolled into months, and
the success of Cosmo had made the
padrone forget the annoyance of the
day when Pedro was first dressed
for his performances.



j N the meantime sorrow
"had entered the little
cottage at the foot of the
mountain. In the fifth
month after Cosmo's de-
parture, his father died
of a cold and fever caught
by exposure on the mountains.
Lucia Bazzoni, the widow, could
not write, and as there was no one
of her neighbours who could do so
for her, Cosmo was consequently
quite ignorant of his bereavement.
The priest, Father Jacobi, could

Cosmo and his Mother. 21
have done so for her, but, as he
disapproved of her plan to recall
Cosmo, he made all kinds of excuses,
until Lucia became tired of asking
him. So, after much thought, she
determined to sell all that she
possessed, and with the proceeds to
join some people from the next
village who were going to England.
The mother's heart yearned to see
her son. Her preparations were
soon complete; and, after a long
and fatiguing voyage, Lucia, with
little Serafina, arrived in London,
just fourteen months after Cosmo
had first set foot in England.
Her first visit was to the house
of the padrone, whose name she
had written down; but, to her
astonishment, he knew nothing of
Cosmo. Then, little by little, the

22 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
truth came out, that he had thought
fit to whip Cosmo for refusing to
obey orders, and the boy had never
returned to him since.
On hearing this, all the mother's
love exploded in anger against the
man who had dared to whip her
You dared to do that-you !"
My boy was too good for you. He
could not lie and cheat; he is
honest and true. I will make you
answer for my child and the
afflicted woman left the house, sad
and weeping.
But she was not to be friendless,
for the Italians have warm hearts
for each other's troubles. Before
she had reached the end of the
street, the voice had gone forth
among them that the new-comer in

Cosmo and his Mother. 23
her pretty mountain dress was none
other than Cosmo's mother-Cosmo
whom they all had cared for. Kind
hands were put forth, and she soon
found herself seated at a table in a
veritable Italian inn, with an Italian
meal before her; and that night she
had a comfortable bed, where her
tired child slept peacefully in her
arms. But although this friendly
and unlooked-for reception soothed
and comforted Lucia, the grief in
her heart was terrible to bear.
Her husband dead, and Cosmo
lost to her, the world seemed to
have become very dark. Little or
no sleep refreshed her that night.
But a Hand she saw not was
guiding her, and a Voice which as
yet she heard not, was inviting her
to true peace and rest.

24 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
Next day, many wayfarers in the
streets of the great London saw a
beautiful Italian woman, not more
than thirty years of age, with large
and wistful eyes, looking earnestly
around her, and literally running,
at the sound of music, to the place
from whence it came.
Meanwhile, what had become of
Cosmo ?
The poor boy never quite forgave
the padrone for his treatment of
poor little Pedro; and the animal's
instinctive dread of the man who
had so ill-treated him at length
made Cosmo hide him away when
the padrone came home.
"What have you done with your
little rascal of a monkey?" asked
he one day; and, as Cosmo did
not answer, he repeated the ques-

Cosmo and his Mother. 25
tion in rather a louder voice, at the
same time telling him not to show
any sulks."
Now, poor Cosmo had no know-
ledge of the meaning of this truly
English word; and he simply said,
"I didn't," scarcely knowing more
than that the words he used were a
simple negative.
The infuriated man, perfectly un-
reasonable in his anger, struck
Cosmo for answering him, at the
same time ordering him to bring
Pedro to him.
Cosmo was not a disobedient
boy-far from it-but he did not
rise to fetch the marmoset, which
was snugly ensconced up the chim-
ney, in a corner which his master had
swept out for him; and he could,
as he stood, see his bright eyes, full

26 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
of fear, fixed on his, Cosmo's, face.
The boy would not tell an untruth
by saying he did not know where
the marmoset was, when told to
fetch it, but simply said he was very
sorry, but he could not.
The padrone, in his fury, gave
poor Cosmo a most cruel beating
with a strap he held in his hand.
The lad uttered no cry; and fear
for the little animal he cared for
made him hold back his tears.
After he had exhausted his rage,
the padrone left the room, and soon
after went out of the house. That
night, Cosmo, with his little dumb
friend, left the miserable home in
Paradise Gardens meaning to return
no more.


osMio knew nothing of
true religion; nothing
Sof that heavenly
Friend who sees the
S sparrow fall, who has
promised to be a pre-
Ssent help in time of
need; so he could only repeat the
prayer his mother had taught him,
and weep bitterly and think he
would almost like to die.
It was on a Saturday night that
he left the padrone, and he had just
given up his day's gain, and there-

28 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
fore he was entirely without the
means of getting even a piece of
bread. When the first stunning
effect of his hasty flight was passed,
he began to wonder what he should
do. Pedro was hungry, and kept
pulling his master's sleeve, and
opening his mouth to show that he
was so. Night was rapidly closing
in, and this brought another ques-
tion, "Where should he sleep?"
He had often been out all night
when his father and he had gone
to look after the goats; but that
was very different. Those sheltered
nooks in the mountain-how unlike
these inhospitable and cold streets !
What was. he to do? But the Good
Shepherd, who protects the wan-
dering lambs of His flock, had pity
on the young wayfarer, and sent

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him help in this hour of bitterest
Whilst Cosmo was asking him-
self these all-important questions,
a voice beside him said, in Italian,
"What ails thee, lad?"
Cosmo turned round and met the
kindly smile of one of those fa-
voured few among the Italians who,
having purchased their instruments
in partnership with some com-
panion, live independently in their
own lodgings.
Ippolito Bernasconi, with his
wife Margherita, and their two
children, lived in a room some
distance from Paradise Gardens;
and although there was barely room
for themselves, the good-natured
fellow had mercy on the child, for
he had known him some time,

30 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
having chatted with him whenever
they met.
Come with me," said Bernas-
coni, when Cosmo had told him all;
"there's room for one more. The
good God is merciful, and so should
all be." So saying, he placed poor
hungry little Pedro, who was too
tired to resist, on his organ, and
then, with another kindly Come,
caro," he led the way to his home,
where his bright-eyed wife wel-
comed Cosmo as truly as her hus-
band had done.
After supper, a little bed-place
was made up, and the tired boy
was soon resting from his troubles,
.Margherita's motherly kiss resting
like a blessing on his lips. Blessed
are the merciful." Had the good
Italian woman ever read the sublime

SHomes for the Homeless. 31
promise to the merciful ? We do
not know; but the All-seeing noted
the loving care bestowed on the
In a short time Cosmo and his
marmoset became well known
among the remoter suburbs of
London; yet his mother and little
Serafina, wandering up and down,
never met Cosmo, and no one could
tell her about him. He kept at a
distance from his old haunts, in his
fear of the padrone. Poor Lucia's
mother's love was strong in her
weary aching heart, else she must
have given up in despair. But she
was being led, as it were, by a
narrow path, full of thorns and
briers, which pricked her poor feet,
to a fair country of peace and
hope, although she knew it not.

32 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
Lucia had been now many weeks
in London, where her patient, wist-
ful eyes, and eager watching of
every foreign boy she saw, often
attracted the attention of many
passers-by. One day, on going
down Oxford Street, the sound of
a zitterna came, plaintively borne
on the soft evening air; and then
another sound that no mother's ear
ever mistook-her child's voice
singing a sweet mountain melody
she had herself taught him in that
loved long ago, before he left her.
Lucia forgot the time, and place,
and everything; she heard no
sound but that of the clear young
voice, whose every tone fell like
heavenly music on her ear, and
with a heart cry of "Cosmo, my
darling boy!" she took up little

Homes for the Homeless. 33
Serafina in her arms, and rushed
across the road to the entrance of
the street from whence the voice
came. Seeing, heeding nothing
but to reach her boy, Lucia saw
not a van approaching quickly-
far too quickly for her to pass
safely over; and before any hand
could be stretched out to stop her,
she was knocked down, and severely
hurt, her arm being broken in two
places. Happily, the child had
been caught by a gentleman as she
fell from her mother's arms, and
was not hurt.
As is usual in London, such a
crowd collected in a few minutes,
that it was almost impossible to
get air for poor Lucia; a kindly
young policeman suggested to take
her to the nearest hospital. Happily
u C

34 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
for Lucia, the same gentleman, a
Frenchman, M. Prideaux, suggested
a hospital where she would be cared
for irrespective of nation or creed.
With that sympathy which seems
to bind all foreigners together when
sojourning in a strange land, he
took her to the door himself, paying
for the cab, and giving his own
name and address as accountable
for any expense that might be in-
curred. M. Prideaux had seen and
understood in part the whole scene.
He had heard the faint young voice
-Italian in every sound-had seen
the eager look in Lucia's eyes,
heard the cry from the mother's
lips, "Cosmo, my beloved! my
son! and though he had not been
in time to save her from her sad
accident, he had saved her child.

Homes for the Homeless. 35
But we must now peep into the
hospital. The poor sufferer, who
was still in a fainting condition,
was received after a little demur;
but as no letter of recommendation
was requisite, she was taken to the
operating-room, and, after her arm
had been set, was laid in a clean
and comfortable bed. A light iron
bedstead furnished with thick, soft
mattresses, and bolster and pillows
covered with linen as white as snow,
and sheets and blankets of the same
order, made up a real resting-place,
which Lucia had never before
When she awoke to find herself
in such a pleasant place, with
neatly-dressed nurses flitting softly
here and there, she thought herself
dreaming. The nurse who stood

36 Cosmo and kis Marmoset.
beside her bed, seeing her wonder,
replied to her questions put in
broken English, and then Lucia
remembered the whole scene. "The
good God has preserved me; but
my little child-my Serafina-
where is she ? And ah, my Cosmo!
I have lost him again."
Of the safety of one child the
nurse could assure her, but of the
other, she knew nothing. The little
Serafina was in the care of a woman
to whom the matron had sent her
until Lucia was able to direct what
was to be done with her.
With the morning came the
doctor, who assured her that if she
kept herself quiet, she would very
soon be able to be about again.
Then ordering her diet, and speak-
ing cheerily to the nurse in attend-

Homes for the Homeless. 37
ance, he went to carry hope and
healing to others more suffering
still. The next day, Lucia was
progressing favourably; and at the
end of a fortnight she was able to
descend to the convalescent room.
As Lucia passed through one of
the wards from her own, tea was
just served. It was like a family
party. Those who were able to
be dressed were helping and en-
couraging those who were in bed;
and when she arrived at the con-
valescent ward, a sense of thankful-
ness filled her heart to think that
the good God had caused her in
her suffering to find such a haven
of rest. As Lucia entered, the
nurse assigned her a bed and lounge;
then, as the lift came gradually up
the well of the staircase with the

38 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
tea-pots and the bread and butter,
all in the ward arranged themselves
for tea.
The next day was a memorable
one to Lucia. Soon after break-
fast, while one was reading, another
knitting, and each one who was
able doing something useful, the
door opened, and a lady with a
gentle voice and kindly manners
wished them Good morning," and
then told them she had come to
read to them if they pleased.
Turning to Lucia, and seeing by
her dress, which she still retained,
that she was Italian, the lady told
her that, although she could see by
the crucifix she wore that she was
a Roman Catholic, she would hear
nothing to offend her.
Lucia thanked the lady in her

Homes for the Homeless. 39
pretty broken English, and with the
politeness of an Italian put aside
the book she had taken up-
one which, by pictorial leaves, told
many a beautiful Bible story. The
lady read slowly and distinctly,
evidently with the desire that Lucia
should understand her; which she
did, for she spoke English very
fairly now; and when the reading
was over, the Italian rose and
thanked the signora, saying that
what she heard gave her great
Before the kindly reader left,
Lucia asked her to mark the place,
so that she might get it again read
to her, and the lady immediately
complied with her request. It was
the eleventh chapter of St. Mat-
thew's Gospel.


SHE day at last arrived
!' hen Lucia, full of
1 gratitude for the
benefits received,
as to leave the
S hospital for the
home she had had
'. with the Italian
who had assisted
her that first day of her arrival in
She thanked with deep gratitude
the doctors and nurses, and for a
time was overcome with emotion.

The Mother's Search. 41
Falling on her knees among her
companions in suffering, she uttered
with the fervour of her southern
race, a tearful thanksgiving-not
to the Virgin, but to Almighty God,
through Jesus Christ, who had
taken the black night from her
mind with the light that had come
to her from the reading of the book
she had never before been permitted
to peruse.
As she knelt, the lady who usually
came to read entered. Lucia rose
from her knees, and going up to
her, she took the lady's hand, and,
respectfully kissing it, thanked her
for what she had taught her.
"I was a poor, ignorant, and
blind woman, and you have opened
my eyes, signora; and now I shall
pray God, through Christ, to help

42 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
me find my boy, and I shall find
him-ah, ahl I shall find him!"
and eyes and hands were raised in
the expressive way of her country.
The lady shed tears of joy to hear
Lucia's words, and writing her
address in her pocket-book, she
promised to call upon her. That
was a festal night in the humble
apartment which Lucia occupied
in the same house as her friends.
Lucia now resumed her wander-
ings after Cosmo; but a new hope
was in her heart, and a new light
in her eye. Those who met her in
her daily walks might have thought
she had found the object of her
search, so different did she look.
She had found something; but
they never guessed what that
something was. She felt, when

The Mother's Search. 43
she knelt down in her tiny room,
and prayed to God to hear her, for
Christ's sake, as the lady reader at
the hospital had taught her, that a
certain feeling of peace came to her.
She began to understand that the
two small words, Our Father,"
had a meaning for her. And she
trusted in His wisdom and love.
"Our Father! Yes," thought
Lucia; I was never taught that I
might look up to God as a child
looks to its parent." No; the priests
had represented God only as a
terrible avenger, who was to be
propitiated by the intercession of
saints, and that the love of the
Saviour was to be obtained only by
favour of the Virgin Mother. The
gracious Father, who pities and
loves even His rebellious children

44 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
-who willeth not the death of a
sinner, but yearns over the lost till
they return-Him she had never
known. Nor had she been told
of the Saviour who invites all who
are weary and heavy-laden to come
to Him, that He may give them
To a priest who visited the house
where Lucia lived, she frankly told
her joy in her convictions that
Christ was All-sufficient for her,
assuring him of the comfort she
had in the sure belief that God was
indeed her Father in heaven; also
that she no longer feared the
Redeemer, as she once did, as One
not to be approached but by the
Virgin's intercession. The priest
never troubled her after this. Lucia
had no gifts for "the Church," no

The Mother's Search. 45
Peter's pence for the Pope, so he
left her, and troubled her no more.
Dark winter days now came on,
and Lucia, unused to our severe
climate, caught many a cold; and
had it not been for the kind Italians
with whom she lodged, she would
have suffered more than she did.
Meanwhile Cosmo waited and
wondered that no news reached
him from home. A few weeks
before he had heard from Bernas-
coni that it was rumoured his father
was dead, and his mother had left
the valley and the old home.
Cosmo shed many bitter tears
for his father's loss.
If I could only have seen him
once," said he, to have asked his
forgiveness for all the trouble I
had given him, and have had his

46 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
blessing! And poor mother and
Serafina! where are they ? Poor
me, alas! left alone in the world I
What shall I do?"
Cosmo often crept into the
churches on Sunday evenings; he
loved the music so much-it seemed
to calm and comfort him. He was
very fond of some of the hymns
which were sung in a church not
many streets from his abode: one
of them, beginning, "There is a
land of pure delight," he learned
the words of. The second verse it
was that took the boy's thoughts
most: "Sweet fields beyond the
swelling flood;" it seemed to him
that although he knew it spoke of
the joys of heaven, yet it was to
him his home among the green
pastures of the Alps. The thoughts

The Mother's Search. 47
of his great and abiding sorrow
touched Cosmo's heart as he pic-
tured all the loved beauties which
seemed wrapped in the midst of
that long ago when he was so
happy. One evening, Cosmo, as
usual, had strayed into this church,
and having hidden poor "piccinino"
Pedro in the inside pocket of his
loose coat, he had walked softly up
the gallery stairs, and seating him-
self on the ledge of one of the big
windows, was listening in deep and
silent pleasure to the solemn strains
of the organ.
But there was another listener
who most unfortunately was not so
quiet and well-behaved as Cosmo,
and that was little Pedro, who
struggled and kicked with all his
small might to get free, seeming to

48 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
feel his right to know what was
going on, and showing that he was
determined to have his way.
Now this was not the first time
that the marmoset had misbehaved
himself, for only a few Sunday
evenings before he had, by some
means, crept out of his master's
pocket whilst Cosmo's whole heart
was assisting his brain to gather in
the sweet sounds which seemed to
him like angel voices consoling
him in his loneliness. On that
evening, Cosmo was roused from
his dream by a grip on his arm,
and a loud whisper of "Be off!
How dare you bring that animal
into the church to disturb the con-
gregation ?
At that moment poor fright-
ened Pedro darted from Cosmo's

The Motlher's Scarch. 49
shoulder, on which he had slyly
mounted, and, with a shrill scream,
hid himself in his usual place.
The indignation of the man with
the wand, who guarded the gallery,
was very great, for Pedro had
evidently been struck with the
appearance of the clergyman in his
white gown; and, to the amuse-
ment of the Sunday-school chil-
dren, had gravely imitated every
Although Cosmo now spoke
English very fairly, it was broken
at every three or four words by the
musical Italian sounds, which are
never vulgar or even common; so
when the pew-opener's awful voice
spoke those hard words, Cosmo
said to the man very humbly,
" I ver much sorry, signor. I shall
E 00

50 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
not come to hear the voices so lovely
again. I pray you to pardon me,
In spite, however, of this promise,
he had been drawn again to the
church. But it would not do to be
caught offending in this way a
second time; so when now he
found that he could not stop
Pedro's remonstrances, he picked
up his cap, and went softly down
the stairs, and out into the porch,'
thinking which way he should turn
his steps. At that moment the
organ burst forth, with its "voice
so lovely," and Cosmo seemed as
though he must linger there outside
where he could hear, and neither
he nor poor little Pedro offend any
one. The lad was like those of
his country, born with a strangely

The MAot/er's Search. 5
sensitive soul; for he appeared
positively spell-bound by the lovely
'Twas a beautiful July evening
-a Sabbath stillness reigning even
in those suburban streets-for the
church was at no great distance
from the city. Suddenly the music
stopped, and Cosmo crept round
the old burying-ground to one of
the church windows, where, as thel
window was open, he could see
and hear without himself being
All was for a few seconds quite
still in the church, then the silence
was broken by the voice of the
clergyman repeating the words of
Holy Writ: "Come unto Me, all
ye that labour and are heavy-laden,
and I will give you rest."

52 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
This was all he heard, for the
words filled his soul. They sounded
strangely sweet to Cosmo; for in
these visits to the Sunday evening
services, the boy had already learnt
enough to know that this was the
invitation of Christ.



N the same church
S -I' that night were an
Italian woman and
a child; the former
also listening eagerly
to the words of life
S which fell from the
good man's lips.
As Cosmo bent
forward to hear all that he could,
Pedro, as usual, imitating his
master, put his head also out of his
hiding-place. A little girl, whose
clear olive skin and dark eyes were

54 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
set off by the white kerchief which
confined her pretty curly hair in
decorous order, tired with the
ordeal of sitting so long quiet,
gazed about her in search of some-
thing to attract her. Seeing some
one on the window-ledge, and some-
thing also moving, Serafina-for it
was she-with a child's curiosity,
watched the window.
Suddenly Pedro put his head
more forward, and then the little
girl's eyes dilated with wonder, and
turning to the woman at her side,
she loudly whispered, Pedro!
Lucia cast a hurried look at her
little girl, and following the direc-
tion of the finger which Serafina
pointed at the window, she not
only saw and recognized the mar-

Cosmo is Found. 55
most, but after a moment her boy
-her darling whom she had sought
with a mother's untiring love!
Mio figlio!" and with a faint
scream Lucia rose, but soon fell
down in a faint. She had found
her boy, and the joy of meeting
overcame her.
There was a subdued commotion
in the church, and the report that
a woman had fainted went forth;
she was tenderly assisted into the
vestry, and then left to the care of
one of the pew-openers until she
should recover.
Little they knew that that dead
insensibility represented the spirit's
reaction after months of wearying
search through the hot streets in
the summer, and the wet and cold
in the winter; and of nights passed

56 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
in prayer to Almighty God, whom
she had learnt to trust.
Cosmo, from his elevated perch,
saw that something was the matter
in the church, although it was too
dark to see what it was; so as
many of the people were leaving,
he followed them to the porch
where the fainting woman lay.
She is an Italian," said a lady
who just then left the little crowd.
" She is beginning to come to."
Cosmo heard the words, and they
seemed for a moment to affect him
very strangely. Instinctively he
pressed on towards the place where
the woman lay, and going up to
her side, he uttered a cry so genuine
and full of hope fulfilled, that all
the bystanders drew back for him
to approach.

Cosmo is Found. 57
"Madre! oh, mia madre! open
your eyes! Speak to your son!"
and throwing himself on to her
breast, he kissed again and again
the pallid lips, until the quivering
of her eyelids, and the flushing of
her pale cheek, told that the loving
caresses had called back life to the
mother's heart. Lucia at length
opened her eyes, her senses still
clouded. But who can tell the
pure joy of her soul when she re-
cognized the dear young face, with
those happy eyes that looked with
such deep love into hers?
"'Tis my boy-my Cosmo-my
treasure almost my all!" and
folding her arms round him, so
long lost and now found, Lucia
softly blessed him. She rose with
new energy, remembering how they

58 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
were the centre of observation, then
turned and thanked the woman
who had assisted her, and left
the church porch with her darling
Poor Fina said a little voice
in crying tones. "You forget po-
vera Fina;" which was indeed the
case for the moment, for Lucia's
whole heart was singing a song of
rejoicing, the refrain being a thanks-
giving that she had found her
Cosmo turned at the sound of
the little voice, and seizing hold of
the little girl, he caressed her with
brotherly tenderness, calling her pet
names as he used to do. But the
child did not recognize her brother
in the youth, who had grown taller,
and, in fact, different from the bro-

Cosmo is Found. 59
their she remembered; so, looking
up at him, she said, "You are not
my brother! You too grand-too
big! I want my Cosmo, with
povera Pedro."
Pedro heard his name, and to
the surprise of Lucia and Cosmo,
the little animal after making a
critical observation of the child,
turning his little cunning head first
on one side, and then on the other,
leaped into Serafina's arms, grin-
ning and chattering, as much as
to say, I remember you."
To speak of Lucia's happiness
would fill a page. That night,
when the three arrived at their
apartment, the mother knelt with
a hand of each of her children in
hers, and, in her own soft Italian,
offered up such a thanksgiving to

60 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
God, for her recovered treasure as,
for its adoring love and sweet
humility, was worthy of an older
Christian. Great was the joy of
her kind Italian friends to know
that her wanderings were over, for
the lost one was found.

4/ ,


HE next day, Cosmo
"i: and his mother, with
"-, little Serafina, went
-.- to Ippolito Bernas-
;:: '-'.- -- coni's, that Lucia
.... might thank the
buona Margherita for
.-- her kindness to her
boy. How good-hearted Ippolito
laughed his gay laugh, and clapped
Cosmo on the back when he con-
gratulated him upon his happiness;
and gentle Margherita softly put
his long clustering locks off his

62 Cosmo and his Marmoset.
forehead, and said he was a "caro,
ragazzo" are things, the true
meaning of which was only told in
the uniform goodness with which
they had treated the lonely child.

"And so you think that you could
be happy with me as nurse to my
little girl and maid in part to my-
self?" said the lady, who had opened
the eyes of Lucia to the truth as it
is in Jesus, one fine morning as
the Italian mother and her children
stood in the drawing-room of her
house. And Cosmo, would he
like to be a page, as I proposed?
Let him speak for himself"-as
Lucia was about to answer.
Cosmo's bright eyes told what
his answer would be, and so it was
arranged that the Italian mother

A New Home. 63
and her children should take service
in the house of this Christian lady,
who proved to be the wife of a
It will be too much honour to
serve you, signora," said Cosmo;
"but what shall I do with poor
Pedro ?"
"Oh! you may keep Pedro in
the stable," said the lady.
And so it was arranged that the
next week they should enter on
their duties, little Serafina, being
put under the care of the village
schoolmistress-for the rectory was
ten miles from the city--where
Lucia could see and watch over
her daily.
The first Sunday of Lucia's resi-
dence in that house was a sweet
and never-to-be-forgotten one, for

64 Cosmo and his nfarmoset.
two holy reasons; first, that she re-
ceived the emblems of her Saviour's
redeeming love in the bread and
wine of the Communion, as a re-
formed Roman Catholic, from the
hands of her new master; and next,
that her boy had signified his wish
to begin a new life, and be taught
the sacred precepts of the Gospel.
Many prayers were that day offered
for the reunited family, that the
blessing of the Holy Spirit might
rest upon them. Cosmo never for-
got the text he heard on that me-
morable night, Come unto Me,
all ye that are weary and heavy-
laden, and I will give you rest."


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