Having mentioned now the most important of the convent buildings, I shall conclude my stories by telling about the monuments to be seen in the Abbey.
THE MAGIC MUSIC AND ITS MESSAGE.
A FAIRY STORY.
"It was the nightingale singing to the rose," said the girl, bending over the flowers. "I heard it all through the night, when the moon was shining into my room."
"No, it was not."
And the brook danced by—such a tiny little silver streak, winding through the ferns and mosses, that the girl could scarcely see it. But she certainly heard it, for no other voice could be so sweet.
"Did you see the lilies in the moonlight?" continued the voice; "they looked like pearl and ivory."
"Then, does the nightingale like the lilies best?" asked the girl.