And his virgin sight beheld
The ruddy glow of even,

And the thousand shining orbs that filled
The azure depths of heaven.

And woman's voice before,

Had cheered his gloomy night,
But to see the angel form she wore
Made deeper the delight.

And his heart, at daylight's close,

For the bright world where he trod,
And when the yellow morning rose,
Gave speechless thanks to God.

These beautiful lines give us a faint idea of the rapturous sense of freedom that the blind man might have felt on his restoration to sight. No longer might he exclaim

O where are the visions of ecstasy bright,

That can burst o'er the darkness, and banish the night?

O where are the charms that the day can unfold
To the heart and the eye that their glories can hold ?
Deep, deep in the silence of sorrow I mourn;
For no visions of beauty for me shall e'er burn!
They have told me of sweet purple hues of the west,
Of the rich tints that sparkle on Ocean's wide breast:
They have told me of stars that are burning on high,

hen the night is careering along the vast sky;
But, alas! there remains wheresoever I flee,
Nor beauty, nor lustre, nor brightness for me!

Having chosen his twelve disciples, disciples, our Lord was unwearied in teaching and preaching the glad tidings of salvation to the people. He was the good shepherd "who came to lay down his life for his flock;" and so penetrated were the people with a high sense of his goodness and gentleness, that they followed him gladly whithersoever he went, in the full knowledge and belief that he was the mighty King who should deliver them from the hands of their oppressors. This belief was universal, except among the chief priests and Pharisees, who could not endure to