Yesterday Páp played for me a wonderful song he has composed to an old German text, about Death the Reaper. It is very beautiful, and in one part would make you quite eerie where he brings in the rhythm of Death sharpening his scythe. – Arthur came to-day to invite me to Rochestown, so rushed lessons and dinner, and went with whole family, Nannie, and Mademoiselle de Talec to Rochestown by train. Had a lovely swim and great fun. In the evening, the station-master explained most of the machinery in the signal box to me, and gave us a wonderful flower called the Passion flower. In it he showed us the 3 nails, 5 blessed wounds and the crown of thorns. Came home, finished ex. and read, and did stamps.
