Twenty-Second Evening"I looked down upon Tyrol," said the Moon, "and my beams
caused the dark pines to throw long shadows upon the rocks. I
looked at the pictures of St. Christopher carrying the Infant Jesus
that are painted there upon the walls of the houses, colossal
figures reaching from the ground to the roof. St. Florian was
represented pouring water on the burning house, and the Lord hung
bleeding on the great cross by the wayside. To the present
generation these are old pictures, but I saw when they were put up,
and marked how one followed the other. On the brow of the mountain
yonder is perched, like a swallow's nest, a lonely convent of nuns.
Two of the sisters stood up in the tower tolling the bell; they
were both young, and therefore their glances flew over the mounta
