But it gradually rose till the air above us seemed to throb and quiver.

Each syllable--each word--spoken in unison by the vast throng was as clearly enunciated as though spoken by a single voice: "Guide our feet through darkness, O Jehovah." This anthem, sung out of full hearts, remains on our minds as the last perfection of a perfect day.

For myself, I am not ashamed to own that it made me weep like a child.

Indeed, I cannot write of it now as I would; it unmans me so! * * * * * In the early morning, whilst the mountains were still rather grey than blue, the cable-line took us to the Blue Mouth, where we embarked in the King's yacht, _The Lady_, which took us across the Adriatic at a pace which I had hitherto considered impossible.

The King and Queen came to the landing to see us off.