Fuente original: Wanderings of a War artist (W.H. Allen & co, London, 1889)
Irving Montagu (1842-1901)
Chapter I. A golden river. Página 251.

(...) Then, just when confusion was at its zenith, would those melodious strains again float out upon the smoke-laden air, broken by the clanging of the great bells up aloft, whose iron tongues seemed to have caught the war fever raging round them, so dry and harsh they sounded. Helter-skelter, groaning, screaming, right and left, women, children, non-combatants of all kinds, now would rush for safety. See ! barricades are being hastily put together against possible contingencies. When—hark !—in the midst of all this indescribable confusion and tumult would be heard the gradually increasing, soft and soothing strains of chanted litanies. Then, by slow degrees, the fumes of incense would mingle with those of gunpowder, as, with crucifix elevated on high, a procession of holy fathers would from time to time enter the sacred edifice, followed by bearers of the dead and dying. Descarga facsímil en PDF