“The music rolled out from the organ loft, first in thunder tones and then in softer strains, like those of the shepherd’s pipe in the emerald valleys of the Alps; then again like the rhapsodies of birds chorusing in the woods, the pattering of waterfalls falling into deep plashing pools, the sounds of low, happy laughter, or so exalted as to make one think of the songs of the stars when they first swung into their orbits from the chaos of space. This was the prelude, the voluntary of Dr. Schmitz, the organist and director of the choir. Then the rich, mellow tones of the Latin chants broke grandly and with mighty solemnity on the ear; the tapers flickered with brilliant, immortal light, the fumes of incense arose in gray, fanciful clouds in which those seated near the altar may have seen, if they looked, all sorts of holy forms.”