The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-11-09
IN LOVELY ST. GHRISCHONA
HALKs WHERE THE WILD ROE
 AND HARE ARE FRE0UEYE

Ferry BOats-A Fine old German
 Hymn sung to the old Tune of Inter-
 ger yitae-A New Havener's outing.
 St. chrischona, oct. IS, 1904. The scenery here is as lovely as ever. although little more autumn like, winter-like ought almost to say, for day before yesterday I saw lots of snow on the mountains in the distance, but the sun has since melted it.
 Would it not seem novel to you to see the wild roe and the hare in your eve ry-day walks. So it does to me. It has been little more lively here than usual the past week, for there has been a course of Bible lessons for teachers going on, and there have been thirty or forty young women here at this house attending them. There is nice chapel in the basement of this building, the .'Zuden Bergen" and many of the les sons are there, though some of them are at what we call the "Anstalt," meaning establishment" or institu- tion." The 'zuden Bergen is a little way from the main group of buildings which are clustered around the church and make up the "Anstalt."
 Not long ago I went with two or three others to Basil-Augst to see the ruins of an old Roman anphitheater there. (The Angst of Basil-Augst is an abreviation for the Emperor Angus tus.) We had to walk a long distance and crossed the Rhine in one O. the most outlandish old ferryboats you ever saw The ferryman came across for us at the ringing of bell which hung near the landing. It seemed al- most aa ancient al the ruins we were. going to see. The ruins were very in teresting. but there was too much, tramping for me, and we were over taken by the night and had to walk a good distance through the dark woods, so dark could hardly see my hand be- fore my face, but we reached home safely at last. Basel is quite pleas ant little city five or six miles from here, but have to walk to Riehen to take the ears and 1t is too. laborious a trip to make very often. Riehen is a little village at the foot of our noun tain.
 The young men here sing finely and there are quantities of fine old German hymns. One of them they sing to the old tune of "Integer Vitae.n You will very likely remember s.Integer yitaen as one of the best of the Latin college songs. Like many of tie best things, .it ia neglected nowadays. It was al ways fayorite of mine and of course enjoy hearing 1t to the words of this old German hymn. l will give you a plain prose translation of this hymn. I wish had the time or talent to rem de; i; into poetry. An, my dear Savior ie I had not thee, And if Thy blood did not speak for sin-
 ners,
 Where, oh where, would poorest of
 the poor, Where, oh where would I turn? would not know where, in my wretch
 edness, could go,
 For where is such a heart so full of
 love as Timer l In Thee alone ia my. trust, Else know l none.
 I am in truth a poor and worthless be-
 ing
 Whom thou, dear Savior, hast in pity chosen;
 And what Thou dost is full of sweet
 compassion, Ever and at all times. l If Thou hadst not first with love looked
 down upon me would never of myseh have sought Thee.
 Therefore Thou hast sought me-, and
 taken me, full of pity, In Thine arms. !. Out of Thy love, Thy sorrow, death and blood,
 Come to me, amending blessings, I so
 undeserying,
 This makes me glad and gives me
 sweetest comfort In life and death.
 Oh, Thy precious and great goodness! My heart it gladdens every morning.; Is every evening also, at my eyelid's l closing,
 My softess pillow.
 Oh, nay'st Thou ever thus reveal Thy sell to men,
 As until now Thou hast to us Thyself
 revealed
 It. | 5taj And may we ever praise and glorify
 Thy name,
 World without end, Amen. l This is only a. hurried prose transla- ton, but you can imagine how fine it must be in German poetry and sung I to the tune oi Integer Vitae. "
 Here I must close, hoping you are well, and with kindest regards and re- membranes,
 Sincerely, 1 William Hull MacCarthy, St. Chrischona, Riehen, Basel, Switz- l erland.