pending/1130: Do you type at all Friend? (pending)
[email protected] Sat, 10 Jan 2009 23:15:45 -0600 (CST)
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>Number: 1130 >Category: pending >Synopsis: Do you type at all Friend? >Confidential: no >Severity: serious >Priority: medium >Responsible: unassigned >State: open >Class: sw-bug >Submitter-Id: net >Arrival-Date: Sat Jan 10 23:15:45 -0600 2009 >Originator: "DebbieCracker" <[email protected]> >Release: >Description: --Boundary.11111111.11111111 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit HTML Message - Do you type at all Friend? --Boundary.11111111.11111111 Content-Type: text/html; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit <html> <head> </head> <body> <p> Hey there Friend,<br /> <br /> Did you really think I would miss that one? <br><br> When a work at home job like this comes along, you can bet your "you know what" I would be the one to find it ;-) </p> <p>And now <a href="http://www.scupgist.com/pages/runningclick.asp?handle=10858">so can you Friend!</a> </p> <p>Thanks Friend <br /> <br /> Debbie</p> <br /> <br /><p>P.S.... It's time: <a href="http://www.scupgist.com/pages/runningclick.asp?handle=10858"> let's all get better</a></p> <p>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.scupgist.com/pages/runningout.asp?handle=10858">unsubscribe</a><br><br> CMM-Inc.<br> P.O.box-2868<br> Orlando,FL-32802 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.scupgist.com/pages/runningout2.asp?uweb=37678658"><img src="http://www.scupgist.com/imgs/targaun.jpg" border="0"></a><br> <or dried codfish, cooked with garlic or onions, is deservedly a favourite: it contains more nourishment than beef. There is superior originality amongst the doces sweetmeats for which Madeira was once worldfamous; and in the queques cakes, such as lagrimascakes, cocoanutcakes, and rabanadas, the Moorish rabanat, slabs of wheat bread soaked in milk, fried in olive oil, and spread with honey. The drink is water, or, at best, aguapé, the last straining of the grape. Many peasants, who use no stimulant during the day, will drink on first rising a dram para espantar o Diabo to frighten the Devil, as do the Congoese paramatar o bicho to kill the worm. Here cleanliness is not next to godliness. People bathe only in hot weatherthe rule of man and the lower mammalia. A quick and intelligent race they are, like the Spaniards and Bedawi Arabs, a contradiction in religious matters: the Madeiran believes in little or nothing, yet he hates a Calvinista like the very fiend. They have lost, as the census shows, something of their extreme ignorance, and have abated their worst superstitions since the expulsion of the Jesuits by Pombal , and the reforms of , , and . In the latter year Dom Pedro suppressed monkeries and nunneries by disallowing masses, and by pensioning the holy tenantry with dols. per mensem, afterwards, reduced to dols. In the bishop, Dom Patricio Xavier de Moura, did his best to abolish the pretty refocaria the hearthlighter, w ho, as Griraldus hath it, extinguished more virtue than she lit fires; and now the rectory is seldom gladdened by the presence of noisy little nephews and nieces. The popular morals, using t h e word in its limited sense, were peculiar. The number of espostos que nao se sabe quem, sao seus pais fatherless foundlings outnumbered those born de legitimo matrimonio; and few of the gudewives prided themselves upon absolute fidelity. This flaw, which in England would poison all domestic affection, was not looked upon in a serious light by the islandry. The priesthood used to lament the degeneracy of the age and sigh for the fine times of foros e fogos, the rights and fires of an autodafé. The shepherds have now learned to move with the times and to secure the respect of their sheep. Imagine being directed to Paradise by a reverend man who gravely asks you where and what Hanover is. Another important change is being brought about by the emigrant. During the last few years the old rule has been relaxed, and whole families have wandered abroad in search of fortune. Few Madeirans in these days ship for the Brazil, once the land of their predilection. They prefer Cape Town, Honolulu, the Antilles, and especially Demerara; and now the Demerarista holds the position of the Brasileiro in Portugal and the Indio or Indiano of the Canaries: in time he will buy up half the island. In we hired rowing and sailing boats to visit the southern coast east and west of Funchal. For the last twelvemonth Mr. Blandys steamtug Falcao has carried travellers to and fro: it is a great convenience to the lazy sightseer, who cares only to view the outside of things, and here the outsides are the only things worth viewing. We will begin with the western trip to Paül do Mar, affording a grand prospect of basaltic pillars and geological dykes, and of the three featuresrocky, sylvan, and floral. Steaming by the mouth of the wady or ravine Sao Joao, whose decayed toy forts, S. Lazaro and the palacebattery, are still cumbered with rusty cannon, we pass under the cliff upon whose brow stand some of the best buildings. These are the Princess Dona Maria Amelias Hospicio, or Consumptive Hospital, built on Mr. Lambs plans and now under management of the French soeurs, whose gull wings are conspicuous at Funchal; the Asylo, or Poorhouse, opened in for the tempering of mendicancy; and facing it, in unpleasant proximity, the Portuguese cemetery, decorated as to its entrance with sundry skulls and crossbones, and showin g its tall cypresses to the bay. Here comes the Quinta Comtesse Lambert, once occupied by Queen Adelaide. The owner doubled the rent; consequently Las Angustías the Agonies, as it was called from an old chapel, has been unrented for the last two years. A small pleasaunce overhanging a perpendicular cliff, and commanding a glorious view, shows the Quinta da Vigia, lately bought by Mr. Hollway for ,l., and let at l. to ,l, a year. Nothing more charming than its grounds, which attracted H.I.M. of Austria, and now the charming Countess Tyszkiewicz. Landward it faces the Rua da Imperatriz, which leads to the Loo Fields. The study of basaltic pillars at once begins: Loo Fort is partly built upon them. Beyond Vigia cliff we pass in succession three jagged islandrocks, called gurgulhos, or blackbeetles curculio, which, like the opposite foreshore, admirably show the formation. As a rule the columns are quadrangular; I saw but few pentagons and hexagons. We cast a look at a spouter of circular shape, the Forja, and the Forno, a funnelformed blowingrock. The cliff is pierced with a multitude of caves, large and small, and their regular arches look as if the ejected matter, as happens with lava, had cooled and solidified above, while still flowing out in a fiery torrent below. Mostly, however, they are the work of wind and water. Then comes the old Gurgulho Forta dwarf square, partly thatched and converted into a private dwelling. It lies below Signal Hill, with its dwarf ruined tower, a lumpy parasitic crater whose western slopes have been ruined by disforesting. Between the two runs the New Road, which owes its being to the grapefamine of . It is the Rotten Row of Funchal, where horses tread the earth instead of skating and sliding over the greased pebbles; and where fair amazons charge upon you like Indian irregular cavalry. Five miles long, it is the only level line of any extent in Madeira, and it wants but one thingprolongation. The lion in the path, however, is Cape Girâo, which would cost a treasure to tunnel or to cut into a corniche. The next feature is the Ponta da Cruz, a fantastic slice of detached basalt. Here, at the southernmost point of the island, the Descobridores planted a cross, and every boatman doffs his cap to its little iron descendant. Beyond it comes the Praia Formosa, a long line of shingle washed down by a deep ravine. All these brooks have the same origin, and their extent increases the importance of the wady. In the French pirates under De Montluc, miscalled heretics hereges Ugnotas landed here, as, indeed, every enemy should. The colour of Fair Reach is ashen grey, scolloped with cinderblack where the creamy foam breaks: for beauty it wants only golden sands, and for use a few bathing machines. The next notable feature is the Ribeira dos Soccorridos River of the Rescued, where two of the Zargos lads were with difficulty saved from the violent stream then flowing. It is now provided with a long bridgecauseway of three arches, approached by a chapel, Nossa Senhora das Victorias, whose tiled and pillared porch reminds one of Istria. This bed is the drain of the Grand Curral, called by the people Das Freiras, because the holy women here took refuge from the plundering French Lutherans. The favourite picnicground is reached in three hours from Funchal by two roads, both winding amongst the papshaped hillocks which denote parasitic cones, and both abutting upon the ravineside, east and west. The latter, skirting the Pico dos Bodes of hegoats, a tall cone seen from near Funchal, and se ntinelling the great gap, is the joyforever of midshipmites. To the horror of the burriqueiro, or syce, they gallop hired screws, highheeled as their grandams, over paths at which an English stag would look twice; and for a dollar they secure as much chance of a broken limb, if not of going to pot with a young lady Captain Basil Halls phrase, as reasonable beings can expect.> </body> </html> --Boundary.11111111.11111111-- >Fix: Unknown