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��have been canonized by the Papal church. The service was in French — the language of the Savoyards — and the congregation consisted of guides, rustic husbandmen, mountaineers from their chalets, the wom- en and children of the hamlet, and some European and American travellers from the three inns of Chamouny.
To the overwhelming sublimity of that mountain valley we bade adieu on the
��morning of Monday, September 23, and proceeded by the vehicle known as the char-a-banc, to Sallanches,and thence by coach, known as tv the diligence," to Gene- va, reaching that beautifully located city at 3 P. M. It was really a relief to pass from the awful grandeur around Cha- mounv, and be once more within the "■Hotel of the Mountains," facing the blue, dancing, transparent river Rhone.
��PER NOCTEM AD LUCEM.
��[isaiah, l:x.]
The night is dismal, dreary; There shines no star nor moon. I watch and wait, alone, And hear the wind's sad moan, With heavy heart and weary — O light, O rest, come soon !
��All cheerless came the morning, 'Mid cold, dark clouds, and rain, Each dripping, shivering tree Seems comfortless like me, Who hoped that with the dawning My peace would come again.
��Beneath a sky all glowing
With golden sunset light,
I sit in quiet, blest
Wjth God's own love and rest;
Believing now, yea knowing,
He leads to light through night.
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