chanting of the Capuzin monks behind the iron grating to the right.

I have often had conversation with these monks whom I meet walking in
the garden, and find them pleasant and entertaining, and far from being
the gloomy mortals some people think them to be.


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NICHOLAUS BERG.

Night.

DEAR JOSÉ:

Before I had finished my letter, Brother Andreas, with whom I am better
acquainted than with the others, came to me and asked me to walk with
him; he is not a German, but is from Spain, so you see I find use for my
mother tongue where I little expected to need it. Brother Andreas speaks
German of course, as he has been here some twenty years, and tells me he
is quite contented with his life, never having a desire for sunny
Spain, saying that all the home he has is beyond this world; I wish that
I might feel as contented as the old Capuzin.

But you are curious to know why I am here at this time, and I will
hasten to tell you what the strange cause is.

We walked about the Chapel and through parts of the garden where I had
never been before, Brother Andreas relating to me the history of the