leonardo da vinci last supper painting

leonardo da vinci last supper painting
and assiduously industrious.
True, generous feeling is made small account of by some, but here
were two natures rendered, the one intolerably acrid, the other
despicably savourless for the want of it. Feeling without judgment
is a washy draught indeed; but judgment untempered by feeling is too
bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
It was a wet and windy afternoon: Georgiana had fallen asleep on
the sofa over the perusal of a novel; Eliza was gone to attend a
saint's-day service at the new church- for in matters of religion
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
she was a rigid formalist: no weather ever prevented the punctual
discharge of what she considered her devotional duties; fair or
foul, she went to church thrice every Sunday, and as often on
week-days as there were prayers.
I bethought myself to go upstairs and see how the dying woman sped,
who lay there almost unheeded: the very servants paid her but a
remittent attention: the hired nurse, being little looked after, would
slip out of the room whenever she could. Bessie was faithful; but
she had her own family to mind, and could only come occasionally to
the hall. I found the sick-room unwatched, as I had expected: no nurse leonardo da vinci last supper painting