weary journey up Mount Calvary.
There are always to be found before these shrines, people, mostly the
peasantry, praying aloud, and here and there many a time I have seen
them ascending the toilsome road on their knees.

What a grand view one has from the summit; the wide Valley of the Maine
not yet brown, but smiling as it always does in its green beauty, far
into December. The lumber rafts are floating lazily down, as it were in
a dream, little thinking that in a few more hours they will have reached
their journey's end, there to be broken. They are like myself somewhat,
who am just as lazily, uselessly and alone wandering through life to the
ending sooner or later; it is hard to go against the stream and the
river is long and lovely, so I will float on just a little farther.

I made a sketch of Wuerzburg with its many spires and domes, which I
enclose for Benicia, and then turned my attention to the Chapel with
which I am always delighted; the frescoes in the dome are good and I
never tire of sitting and looking up at them while I listen to the dull
chanting of the Capuzin monks behind the iron grating to the right.

I have often had conversation with these monks whom I meet walking in
the garden, and find them pleasant and entertaining, and far from being
the gloomy mortals some people think them to be.

* * * * *

NICHOLAUS BERG.

Night.

DEAR JOSE:

Before I had finished my letter, Brother Andreas, with whom I am better
acquainted than with the others, came to me and asked me to walk with
him; he is not a German, but is from Spain, so you see I find use for my
mother tongue where I little expected to need it. Brother Andreas speaks
German of course, as he has been here some twenty years, and tells me he
is quite contented with his life, never having a desire for sunny
Spain, saying that all the home he has is beyond this world; I wish that
I might feel as contented as the old Capuzin.

But you are curious to know why I am here at this time, and I will
hasten to tell you what the strange cause is.

We walked about the Chapel and through parts of the garden where I had
never been before, Brother Andreas relating to me the history of the
city and the little Chapel. By this time we had wandered to the front of
the building, and Brother Andreas raising his arm pointed to the