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A History of the Waldensian Church.
is throwing bright masses of colouring through the stained glass on the pavement of Milan Cathedral. Clouds of incense curl even to the roof, whilst a procession of priests and white-robed choristers, chanting their Ave Marias, wind through the “long-drawn aisles,” and disappear beneath the portico of the magnificent building. We follow,
ENTRANCE TO PRA DEL TOR, VAL ANGROGNA.
and behold! a thick mist, gradually ascending from the
ground, at length wraps the whole cathedral in its cold grey mantle, and shuts out the light of heaven. Suddenly the strained eye discerns the tops of lofty mountains piercing the clouds, and sharp-pointed rocks almost meeting across a foaming torrent; then, as the vapour clears away and the
