mysparetime,Iwouldmakesomefriendsorcallafriendtotravelandtrek.Ialwaysthinkthatthecollisionbetweeneyesandmountainsandriversisarefreshmenttomysoul,whichisbetterthantheillusorythinginmyimagination,whichcanbebrokenatthetouchofatouch.Inthepast,Iwasfarfromsuchaperson,butIamcontentwiththepresentstate,simpleandcalm,free.Forme,ChristmashadbegunonthepreviouseveningwhenIwenttothemidnightMassatthechurchupontheshore,amongthepalmsandthefeatheryironwoodtrees.Inthecrystal-clearmoonlight,whatabrilliantsceneitwas!Evenoutsidethechurch,thedecorationscouldbeseenformiles,sincetheyconsistedofthousandsandthousandsofhalf-cocoanut-shells,filledwithcocoanutoil,andprovidedwithawickoftwistedfibre,whichwhenlit,burntwithaclearraylikeastar,illuminatingthewallsofthechurchyard,theoutlinesofthedoorsandtheridgesoftheroof—eventhewindingwalksaboutthebuilding,too,andthelow-growingtrees—withaperfectMilkyWayofdancinglight.Within,allthecoloursofacoralreef(whichincludeseveryhueofarainbow,andmanymore)wereinfullblazeaboutthetremendous,unbrokenfloor,wherethenativesstoodorsatcross-legged,dressedinalltheirgayestfinery.Therewasaheavyscentofperfumedcocoanutoil,orange-blossom,andfrangipaniflowersandarichglowoflights;andthewavesofgorgeousmelodythatburstforthnowandagainwiththeprogressoftheservicewerelikethebillowsofTimebreakingupontheshoresofEternity.OfallthechoralsingingthatIheardinthePacific,thatofTongawasin