sleeping world doth verily seem full of God's presence, and surely 'tis through these hours of silent loveliness that His angels pass to and fro on their errands of mercy! I marvel not that One should so oft have sought the mountain-top alone, to hold closest commune with His Father. For here no breath of this world's evil seems possible, and the very air around breathes nought but peace. I will rest awhile here beneath the shadow of the mountain-side, and drink deep draughts of this pure atmosphere, ere I descend once more to yon lonely farm, where methinks, in spite of their rude exterior, the inhabitants have learned after their fashion, from such wondrously pure and beautiful surroundings, something of that 'peace which passeth man's understanding.'" The young chaplain's limbs were weary after long wandering and climbing by hill and dale, and as he sat and leaned his head against the rock he hardly knew for awhile whether he woke or slept. He had forgotten the expected vision, and his thoughts had travelled away to the sermon he was preparing for delivery on the following Sunday in the tiny church of Glyn Melen, far up in the mountain wilds, and then they had become curiously vague and indistinct, finally landing him in dreams, out of which he suddenly awoke with a start. He had slept but five minutes, but with a sudden recollection of the legend he pulled out his watch in haste, wondering whether he had after all slept through the witching hour of midnight, and missed his chance of verifying the mystic tale. No, it wanted yet five minutes to the enchanted hour, and once more he closed his eyes, and his thoughts travelled back to his sermon, and strove to disentangle it from his dreams. Opening them again suddenly, and gazing upon the lake not many yards away from his rocky retreat, what was his wonder at beholding a gloriously beautiful maiden, in clinging white raiment, gazing sorrowfully at the black surface of the water! He rubbed his eyes, mistrusting their powers of vision, and looked again, and as he looked the maiden moved slowly along the shore of the lake, gliding round it softly and slowly, wringing her hands as she went. She was wondrously fair! The moonlight shone upon her wealth of golden hair, which rippled to her waist in streams of glittering gold, and lit up her white robe till it glistened like true fairy raiment around her slender form. Her face was pale, and her large dark eyes, as she raised them in passing, seemed full of unearthly beauty, and sent a strange thrill through Percival's frame. The startled expression too, which filled them, as she fixed them for a second full on his face as she passed, but made the vision more real, and he shrank back into his rocky hollow, wondering if he were not dreaming. A second time she passed, and then a third, but her eyes were no more raised to his, and she glided by more quickly, as though terrified at the near presence of a mortal.