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result was most delightful and astonish-
ing, for wonderful echo burst upon our
ears sending back not only the three notes
given, but furnishing the fourth, and in
every chord, where only three notes were
| given, the fourth was Immediately given
by the echo. Another voice soon joined
in, and the effect was that of number
less choir singing in most exquisite har-
mony. Echo after echo rolled back, now
near, now far, growing all the time sweeter
and more unearthly, and at last floated
away and seemed to play about the edge
of unseen clouds, until mortal ear could
no longer distinguish it. This unexpected
| pleasure was most happy ending to a
| day rich with memories of olden times
that stole over us. alike q kindly ghost
that rises and floats by with sweet and
solemn smile.''
SCENES AND INCIDENTS IN ROME.
Leaving Pisa for Rome, we came in due
time to Orbetello. For miles around the
land is fiat and uninteresting, with now
and then glimpse of the sea. All this
land, up to some five or six years ago.
was marsh. almost impenetrable and a
perfect paradise for the sportsman, being
full of wild beasts, game, and, also, fishes.
The railroad has not long passed where it
| now does. The sea is gradually being
pushed back and obliged to give up its
bed, to be gradually converted into pas
lures for the great numbers of horses
that are raised IN that part of Italy and
afterward are sent, at stated times, to the
different cities for sale. But this land is
still very poor and dreary, and the
grounds SO famous for sport have disap-
peared, and with them many of the wild
beasts that could not find a new home
and were gradually exterminated.
Nothing indicated ones approach to
the eternal city and its glories, until
one is quite upon the city; but once in
side the walls, all becomes full of in
terest, the very stones seem to come to
life, and to speak wondrous tales of the
past. Even the most Indifferent person
must find his heart gradually and uncon-
scieusly beating faster, while the mind
| shakes the dust off from many a memory
| not known to be possessed The more
| one sees and studies and understands,
the more one becomes fascinated in fol-
lowing and dreaming over the times and
scenes that have passed away ages ago,
yet left such mighty finger-marks be-
hind them.
FUTURE In THE VATICAN.
A new picture in the vatican caused
me some curious reflections, a mixture
of pleasure given by the mastery way
the subject is treated and paint ed, and
pain at the prominence given to the
event from which the subject is drawn.
The picture was painted by Fraccassini,
painter of great promise, who died not
long since aged only twenty eight years.
He presented it to Plus TX, and it has
been in the vatican for some three years.
The scene is in Antwerp, in about
1900, and represents Catholic priests be-
ing tortured and hung by various Prot
estants. They are in a barn, or some
out of the way place, while ray from
the sun falls on portion of them,
through a hole in the roof and across
broken beam. The colors and expressions
are most striking and natural. The
whole picture impressed me as much as
any modern picture in Rome, but being
where it is, with the light of history
shining out so brilliantly, as it does upon
the deaths of martyrs of PrOtestants at
the hands of Catholics, it seemed strange
indeed, for Protestants do not usually
think OF themselves as having inflicted
suffering on others, but as having en-
dured it even unto DEATH and the few
acts OF revenge or cruelty that stain their
history are so little thought of, as to be
forgotten.
ASCENSION DAY
was rich in church music. We COM
menced it with pontifical mass at St.
Peters, thus hearing to advantage some
of the Pope's singers. The organist was
excellent. l was surprised to hear more
German spoken around me than any
other language except, perhaps, English.
We heard 3 glorious mass at the Church
of "Jesus;;" then mass at the Church of
Ara C9li, and last but not least. were
vespers at st. John Lateran. There were
two organs, two choirs of about forty
each, several eunuchs from the
Pope's choir, as well as artists
from the opera. And in the
"Gloria" there was such an Overwhelm-
ing quantity of sound that the pillars and
very stones seemed to cry out and clap
themselves together with joy 1, how
ever, could not feel quite reconciled to
hear voice exactly like a rich, high
soprano, come out between heavy
mustache; yet if one listens without
looking the rare beauty of these eunuchs'
voices make themselves felt most power
fully.
THE PANTHEON.
1twas after on a cold, wet morning
that we reached the Pantheon, the rest
ing place of the great Raphael and VIC
tor Emmanuel. The interior is most
imposing, owing to its being covered
with an arched roof of great height and
with an opening in the middle of the top.
This opening serves to give all the light
and air, as there are no windows in the
temple. Rain was pouring in, mingled
with the last light of day, SO that great
pool of water, almost lake, stood in the
center. Some religious service for the
dead was being sung in one of the side
chapels by priests in white robes, with
rich voices. Only two or three strangers,
like ourselves, were to be seen, except
solitary veteran, who stood quietly near
a marble pillar, that was completely
covered with wreaths and tokens of re-
membrance sent there in honor of the
dead king. An open book invites each
visitor to write his name, and one is told
that the king rests behind a
simple marble slab. What
contrast between the past and present:
so much life and energy and military val
or hushed forever, while out of the thou
sands Of brave Snldiorc co1Iod <o r,,,o,d