The market, which was near the landing-place, was abundantly supplied with eatables of every kind; poultry, kids, lambs, sucking-pigs, all alive, and bleating, squeaking, clucking their best; a great variety of fish and fruits; oranges of huge size, called there seleitas; water-melons, with the red, cool pulp; mangoes, bananas, jacas, a sort of large pumpkins which grow on tall trees, goiavas, and many more species whose mostly Indian names I cannot recollect. With the exception of oranges, limes, and pine-apples, which are superexcellent, the fruits of Brazil do not at first please a European palate. Those of Europe—owing, I suppose, to careful and scientific cultivation—attain a more delicate flavor, if they do not equal the fruits of America in size and color. The same may be said of the flowers, which, with greater size and magnificence of color and form, lack, for the most part, the exquisite perfume which our humblest flowers exhale.
Translated.
Sayings of the Fathers of the Desert.
Some brothers came to Abbot Antony, and said: "We wish to hear a maxim from you by which we may save ourselves."
The father said: "You hear the Scriptures, that is enough for you."
"But we wish to hear something from you, father."
"You hear," replied Abbot Antony, "Our Lord saying: 'If any man strike you on the left cheek, turn even the other to him.'"
Said they, "We are not able to do this."
"If you are not able to turn the other cheek, at least bear the one blow patiently."
"We cannot do that," said they.