their arrival our pilgrims noticed a general cessation of business. Shops and booths closed at an unusual hour. Houses were swept; the population evidently prepared for a solemnity. Towards sundown the occasion appeared in the arrival of a venerable company in the suburbs. Many of the chief persons in spotless raiment went forth to greet the visitors. At the head of this deputation walked Sergius the chief pastor, noticeable as the only person who wore a dark robe. This personage attracted much respect, many of the company advancing to kiss his, robe. He was tall, swarthy, with an oriental countenance, inclining tothe aquiline. Spare of frame, and of a demeanor denoting strong self-control, his grave aspect and action compelled the greater number, and especially the women,to remain at a respectful distance. The greeting extended to the chief personage of the new group assumed an air of the most solemn dignity. It was cordial with unaffected courtesy, and betokened an affection, confidence and mutual devotedness that profoundly impressed all observers.
“Most reverend child of God,” exclaimed Sergius, “truly happiness-giving-to-us are your steps, and the preparation of the gospel of peace encompasses your feet. Our Father is gracious to us in prospering the advent of his servant.” ‘My discreet and reverend brother,” replied Markos, the diocesan bishop of that circle, chief dignitary of the evangelical Catharol, for it was none other, who held his chief abode at Tragur on the Adriatic, “grateful am I to be
