must thou go."

And some one wrote upon the Chart this single rule of the forest:
"Choose thou thine own best way, and help thy neighbor to find that way
which for him is best." But this was erased at last; for beneath it
they found the older, plainer words, which One in earlier times had
written there, "_Thy neighbor as thyself._"




THE STORY OF THE PASSION.

The Alps are not confined to Switzerland. They fill that little
country full and overflow in all directions, into Austria, Italy,
Germany, and France. Beautiful everywhere, these mountains are nowhere
more charming than in Southern Bavaria. Grass-carpeted valleys, lakes
as blue as the sky above them, dark slopes of pine and fir, over-topped
by crags of gray limestone dashed by perpetual snow, the Bavarian
Oberland is one of the most delightful regions in all Europe. When
Attila and the Huns invaded Germany fifteen centuries ago, it is said
that their cry was, "On to Bavaria--on to Bavaria! for there dwells the
Lord God himself!"

In the heart of these mountains, shut off from the highways of travel
by great walls of rock, lies the valley of the little river Ammer. Its
waters are cold and clear, for they flow from mountain springs, and its
willow-shaded eddies are full of trout. At first a brawling torrent,
its current grows more gentle as the valley widens and the rocks
recede, and at last the little river flows quietly with broad windings