Thechurchhasbeenagooddealrestoredduringthelastfewyears，andaninterestingoldchapel——withanaltarinit——atwhichmasswassaidduringatimeofplague，whilethepeoplestoodsomewayoffinameadow，hasjustbeenentirelyrenovated；butaswithsomeEnglishchurches，themorecloselyapieceofoldworkiscopiedthemorepalpablydoesthemodernspiritshowthroughit，soheretheoppositeoccurs，fortheold-worldlinessoftheplacehasnotbeenimpairedbymuchrenovation，thoughtheintentionhasbeentomakeeverythingasmodernaspossible。
IknowfewthingsmoretouchingintheirwaythantheporchofRossurachurch。Itisdatedearlyinthelastcentury，andisabsolutelywithoutornament；theflightofstepsinsideitleaduptothelevelofthefloorofthechurch。OnelovelysummerSundaymorning，passingthechurchbetimes，Isawthepeoplekneelinguponthesesteps，thechurchwithinbeingcrammed。Inthedarkerlightoftheporch，theytoldoutagainsttheskythatshowedthroughtheopenarchbeyondthem；farawaytheeyerestedonthemountains——
deepbluesavewherethesnowstilllingered。Ineversawanythingmorebeautiful——andtheseforsootharethepeoplewhomsomanyofusthinktobetterbydistributingtractsaboutProtestantismamongthem!
WhileIwaslooking，therecameasoundofmusicthroughtheopendoor——thepeopleliftinguptheirvoicesandsinging，asnearasI
canremember，somethingwhichonthepianowouldcomethus:-