I incline to follow King David, or Solomon in all his glory, chanting glad Songs of Ascent, from the Palace on Mount Zion to the Temple on Mount Moriah.

All things harmonious, in sound, form, or colour, seem to me good and, therefore, right.

But long years in Italy have soaked me in the worship of the beautiful, inextricably intermingled with the adoration of the Divine.
I mistrust mine own judgment, and I fear me"-- said the Prelate, whose gentle charity had won so many to religion--"I greatly fear me, I am far from being Christlike.

But I recognise the spirit of self-crucifixion, when I see it.

And the warning that I give you, is not because I forget, but because I remember." As the last words fell in solemn utterance from the Bishop's lips, the silence without was broken by the loud clanging of the outer bell; followed by hurrying feet in the courtyard below, the flare of torches shining up upon the casements, and the unbarring of the gate.
"It must be close on midnight," said Hugh d'Argent; "a strange hour for an arrival." The banqueting hall, on the upper floor of the Palace, had casements at the extreme end, facing the door, which gave upon the courtyard.
The Knight walked over to one of these casements standing open, kneeled upon the high window-seat, and looked down.
"A horseman has ridden in," he said, "and ridden fast.