A SMALL CHURCH. 115 



dreary days of winter, but for the rest it 

 must be a terrible time. 



At Xenjar we saw a rather interesting 

 church, built of stone and plaster. It was so 

 small that if it would hold a score of people 

 standino; it could do little more. On three 

 sides of it were windows, lono- and narrow, 

 set in what somewhat resembled the Xorman 

 arch, familiar in England. All round the 

 exterior of the building ran a kind of cornice 

 of mural painting, fairly well preserved and 

 originally well executed. On the side most 

 worn by weather was a half obliterated design, 

 which may have been originally meant for 

 the Virgin, with on her left a picture of a 

 saint of the masculine o-ender mounted on a 

 red deer rampant. Another of the designs 

 represents a fight between a knight on horse- 

 back and the devil. The devil is distinctly 

 coming by the worst of it, for his head is 

 bleeding from a sabre stroke just dealt by the 

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