Wide stretches of open ground and rolling hills, with here and there patches of green woods, made up a very pleasant landscape.

I rode one day to Amiens and visited the glorious cathedral which I had not seen since I came (p.

136) there as a boy thirty-three years before.

I attended the service of Benediction that evening at six o'clock.

The sunlight was streaming through the glorious windows, and the whole place was filled with a beauty that seemed to be not of earth.