midnight
It is said that she never attends any but the English form of church service . I lay abed and read and rested from my journey 's fatigues the remainder of that Sunday , but I sent my agent to represent me at the afternoon service , for I never allow anything to interfere with my habit of attending church twice every Sunday . There was a vast crowd in the public grounds that night to hear the band play the `` Fremersberg . '' This piece tells one of the old legends of the region ; how a great noble of the Middle Ages got lost in the mountains , and wandered about with his dogs in a violent storm , until at last the faint tones of a monastery bell , calling the monks to a midnight service , caught his ear , and he followed the direction the sounds came from and was saved . A beautiful air ran through the music , without ceasing , sometimes loud and strong , sometimes so soft that it could hardly be distinguished -- but it was always there ; it swung grandly along through the shrill whistling of the storm-wind , the rattling patter of the rain , and the boom and crash of the thunder ; it wound soft and low through the lesser sounds , the distant ones , such as the throbbing of the convent bell , the melodious winding of the hunter 's horn , the distressed bayings of his dogs , and the solemn chanting of the monks ; it rose again , with a jubilant ring , and mingled itself with the country songs and dances of the peasants assembled in the convent hall to cheer up the rescued huntsman while he ate his supper . The instruments imitated all these sounds with a marvelous exactness . More than one man started to raise his umbrella when the storm burst forth and the sheets of mimic rain came driving by ; it was hardly possible to keep from putting your hand to your hat when the fierce wind began to rage and shriek ; and it was NOT possible to refrain from starting when those sudden and charmingly real thunder-crashes were let loose .