lovingly for all men to see. Not until she
has grown worn-out and rotten, and is no longer a truth, will the waters
of Silence close over her.

Silence is the only real thing we can lay hold of in this world of
passing dreams. Time is a shadow that will vanish with the twilight of
humanity; but Silence is a part of the eternal. All things that are true
and lasting have been taught to men's hearts by Silence.

Among all nations, there should be vast temples raised where the people
might worship Silence and listen to it, for it is the voice of God.

These fair churches and cathedrals that men have reared around them
throughout the world, have been built as homes for mere creeds--this one
for Protestantism, that one for Romanism, another for Mahomedanism. But
God's Silence dwells in all alike, only driven forth at times by the
tinkling of bells and the mumbling of prayers; and, in them, it is good
to sit awhile and have communion with her.

We strolled round, before we came out. Just by the entrance to the choir
an official stopped me, and asked me if I wanted to go and see a lot of
fal-lal things he had got on show--relics and bones, and old masters, and
such-like Wardour-street rubbish.

I told him, "No"; and attempted to pass on, but he said:

"No, no! You don't pay, you don't go in there," and shut the gate.

He said this sentence in English; and the precision and fluency with
which he delivered it rather suggested the idea that it was a phrase much
in request, and one that he had had a good deal of practice in.

It is very prevalent throughout Germany, this custom of not allowing you
to go in to see a thing unless you pay.

END OF SATURDAY, 24TH, AND BEGINNING OF SUNDAY, 25TH--CONTINUED

The Rhine!--How History is Written.--Complicated Villages.--How a
Peaceful Community Was Very Much Upset.--The German Railway Guard.--His
Passion for Tickets.--We Diffuse Comfort and Joy Wherever We Go,
Gladdening the Weary, and Bringing Smiles to Them that Weep.--"Tickets,
Please."--Hunting Experiences.--A Natural Mistake.--Free Acrobatic
Performance by the Guard.--The Railway Authorities' Little Joke.--Why We
Should Think of the Sorrows of Others.

We returned to the station just in time to secure comfortable seats, and
at 5.10 steamed out upon our fifteen hours' run to Munich. From Bonn to
Mayence the line keeps by the side of the Rhine nearly the whole of the
way, and we had a splendid view of the river,