beauty of this Oasis was as striking as the barrenness of the desert around its borders. In the midst, a fountain of sweet water rose beneath a rock, and lower down the waters were collected in a cistern. At this cistern stood one of the brotherhood, when the company of pilgrims approached. His white garment was girded about him, and his staff lay by his side. He looked not around till the travellers saluted him, and then his salutation was grave. He offered hospitality in like manner, pointing out a space overshadowed by trees where they might repose themselves till the cool of the day. The company looked upon him with awe, and silently disposed themselves to rest beneath the shade. To Philip all things were yet fair and new, and he loved to look abroad on whatever met the eye, and to hearken to all the voices of nature. Therefore, when the lowing of oxen was heard from the field, and men were seen guiding the plough, and scattering seed into the furrows, he left his wife reposing by the fountain, and went forth into the glare of the sun to inquire of the brotherhood concerning their customs, and the end for which they separated them-
