of a long life to the service of the 

 poor and the distressed amongst whom it 

 was his pleasure to live when, as I say, 

 Sylvester, broken with toil and worn out 

 with sickness, lay a-dying, he had a dream 

 which is thus related in the ancient 

 chronicles : 



< It seemed to Sylvester that he was drawing 

 near to the end of a journey. As he turned 

 his head he could see the dark and gloomy 

 mountain region through which he had 

 passed. The crags, he remembered, had been 

 hard to climb ; the paths, winding along the 

 edges of terrific precipices, were slippery and 

 narrow, and, footsore and weary though he 

 was, he thanked God humbly for keeping 

 him safe and sound in the midst of these 

 manifold dangers. The road on which he 

 was now walking was broad and easy, and but 

 a little distance ahead he saw the airy towers 

 and gleaming palaces and the tall and shady 

 trees of the great city which he knew some- 

 liow, though he could not tell its name, to be 



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