Florence Nightingale handed me an enclosed cup with a straw.
And of his consort Maria Luisa of Spain, was born in Florence in 1783, and from 1818-48 was viceroy of the kingdom of Lombardo-Venetia; his mother was the Princess Elizabeth, sister of Charles Albert, King of Sardinia.
He made his home with his elder brother Piero at Florence throughout the agitation of Savonarola and the invasion of Charles VIII.
This and other attempts to regain political control of Florence were frustrated, until a bloodless revolution permitted the return of the Medici on the 14th of September 1512.
He had named them Roman patricians; the latter he had placed in charge of Florence; the former, for whom he planned to carve out a kingdom in central Italy of Parma, Piacenza, Ferrara and Urbino, he had taken with himself to Rome and married to Filiberta of Savoy.
Charles took Florence and the Medici family under his protection and promised to punish all enemies of the Catholic faith.
His concordat with Florence (1516) guaranteed the free election of the clergy in that city.
Of the 2nd series of Le Relazioni degli ambasciatori Veneti, edited by Alberi (Florence, 1846); and the Diarii of the Venetian Marino Sanuto (58 vols., 1879-1903).
I of the Archivio storico Italiano (Florence, 1842).
E la sua politica secondo documenti e carteggi inediti (Florence, 1892); A.
Eluding the surveillance of the Italian cruisers, he returned to Florence, and, with the complicity of the second Rattazzi cabinet, entered Roman territory at Passo Corese on the 23rd of October.
Bondone was surprised when Cimabue offered to take his little boy to Florence and teach him to be a great painter.
In the city of Florence [Footnote: Flor'ence.] little Giotto saw some of the finest pictures in the world.
This happened six hundred years ago, in the city of Florence in Italy.
It is thought to have had its apex in Italy—in Venice, Florence, and Rome.
General Loring kindly showed me a copy of one of the wonderful bronze doors of the Baptistry of Florence, and I felt of the graceful pillars, resting on the backs of fierce lions.
Mr. Wilson, a teacher at Florence, and a friend of the Kellers', studied at Harvard the summer before and went to the Perkins Institution to learn if anything could be done for his friend's child.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
Florence was the daughter of my friend, and was a young lady at the time of her death; but Helen had been told nothing about her, nor did she even know that my friend had had a daughter.
Poor little Florence is dead.
Florence was very lovely like Sadie, and Mrs. H. kissed her and hugged her much.
Florence is very sad in big hole.
Doctor gave her medicine to make her well, but poor Florence did not get well.