I looked round upon the silent audience whilst these astonishing scenes were passing before me; the whole assembly was motionless - all seemed to be solemnised by the august spectacle - seemed almost to share in the devout contemplation and trance-like worship of the holy knights. Every thought of the stage had vanished nothing was further from my own thoughts than play-acting. I was sitting as I should sit at an oratorio, in devout and rapt contemplation. Before my eyes had passed a symbolic vision of prayer and ecstasy, flooding the soul with overpowering thoughts of the Divine sacrifice and the mystery of unfathomable love.