. Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol. g on the backs of grotesque lions, — a feature which theyfound repeated in the cathedral of Botzen, their next stopping-place. Another architectural feature not in the best of taste wasdisplayed at the back of the church, wherecolumns were so carved as to seem to betied in knots, or braided, as though the stonewere a soft and bending material like clayor putty. They strolled into the church ofSanta Maria Maggiore, where the Council ofTrent was held, and were shown a greatpainting representing the sitting of theCouncil, each face a portrait of a cardinalor a b
. Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol. g on the backs of grotesque lions, — a feature which theyfound repeated in the cathedral of Botzen, their next stopping-place. Another architectural feature not in the best of taste wasdisplayed at the back of the church, wherecolumns were so carved as to seem to betied in knots, or braided, as though the stonewere a soft and bending material like clayor putty. They strolled into the church ofSanta Maria Maggiore, where the Council ofTrent was held, and were shown a greatpainting representing the sitting of theCouncil, each face a portrait of a cardinalor a bishop. There was a cheerful friezeof Renaissance carving over the door throughwhich they had entered, — a coquettish vir-gin and an orchestra of jolly young cherubs,— altogether the gayest group which they met in the serious oldtown. They climbed the long steep street which led up the hill to thecastle of Buon Consiglio. There it stood, half palace and whollyfortress, once the stately residence of the prince-bishop of FATHER PACIFICO. IN THE TYROL. — THE COUNCIL OF TRENT. — STARTLING NEWS. \ 55 They hesitated for a moment at the entrance. I hardly like to walkstraight into a barrack, said Elsie, and I do not see any custodian. As she spoke, a mild-faced, portly priest, evidently a strangerlike themselves, approached from the city, and joining them, lookedwistfully up at the great pile. They were all about to turn away,when a young officer in the uniform of an Austrian unterjagerstepped jauntily across the courtyard, and asked politely if theywould like to see the castle. Thanks, signor, replied the priest, it is the object of my pilgrimage to Trent. We are also pilgrims, Dorothy added with a smile; pilgrimsin search of the beautiful and all objects of historic interest. Then let me show you the apartments, said the officer, lead-ing them up the stone steps into the entrance hall. There aresome frescoes here which I believe are considered very fine, —at least
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