The Silken East v
mystery; the supreme period in the daily life of the great fne. The people have gone, but their tapers still flicker in lonely recesses, where shelter from the winds prolongs their hour; flowers exhale their perfume and glint in the pale moonlight ; blood-red hibiscus and orange canna, pink and white roses, yellow-hearted tayouksaga ; the idle wind, as she passes, rustles the broad leaves of the palms and makes a shimmer on the white gold-edged umbrellas. Tagondaing banners float with listless grace, and the tremulous pipul
_throws her young leaves, like
wood carving a shower Gf fire-flies, against
the sky. The palms are cut in silver. Overhead, stray wisps of cloud hide for a passing moment the glory of Orion. The melody of bells peals out from far and near as the wind freshens, and, underlying their tinkling music, there comes to the ear of the careful listener the deep vibration of the whole mass of the building, like the refrain of some distant elemental organ. Is there any cathedral in the world like this, so happy in its site, so splendid with its gold, so open to the universal life ?