So still!--all temporal noise and bustle seem hushed down yet by the presence of the saint.

So clean!--the rains of heaven wash down all impurities into the valley.
I must confess that, elsewhere, I have shared the feelings of Dickens toward St.Francis and St.Sebastian, as the "Mounseer Tonsons" of Catholic art.

St.Sebastian I have not been so tired of, for the beauty and youth of the figure make the monotony with which the subject of his martyrdom is treated somewhat less wearisome.

But St.
Francis is so sad, and so ecstatic, and so brown, so entirely the monk,--and St.Clara so entirely the nun! I have been very sorry for her that he was able to draw her from the human to the heavenly life; she seems so sad and so worn out by the effort.

But here at Assisi, one cannot help being penetrated by the spirit that flowed from that life.