MAUNDAY THURSDAY Jesus Christ made wine, not a medicine, but a sacrament. But Omar makes it, not a sacrament, but a medicine. He feasts because life is not joyful; he revels because he is not glad. 'Drink,' he says, 'for you know not whence you come nor why. Drink, for you know not when you go nor where. Drink, because the stars are cruel and the world as idle as a humming-top. Drink, because there is nothing worth trusting, nothing worth fighting for. Drink, because all things are lapsed in a base equality and an evil peace.' So he stands offering us the cup in his hands. And in the high altar of Christianity stands another figure in whose hand also is the cup of the vine. 'Drink,' he says, 'for the whole world is as red as this wine with the crimson of the love and wrath of God. Drink, for the trumpets are blowing for battle, and this is the stirrup cup. Drink, for this is my blood of the New Testament that is shed for you. Drink, for I know whence you come and why. Drink, for I know when you go and where.' _'Heretics.'_ GOOD FRIDAY And well may God with the serving folk Cast in His dreadful lot. Is not He too a servant, And is not He forgot? Wherefore was God in Golgotha Slain as a serf is slain; And hate He had of prince and peer, And love He had and made good cheer, Of them that, like this woman here, Go powerfully in pain. _'Ballad of Alfred.'_ HOLY SATURDAY The Cross cannot be defeated for it is defeat. _'The Ball and the Cross.'_ EASTER DAY I said to my companion the Dickensian, 'Do you see that angel over there? I think it must be meant for the Angel at the Sepulchre.' He saw that I was somewhat singularly moved, and he raised his eyebrows. 'I daresay,' he said. 'What is there odd about that?' After a pause I answered, 'Do you remember what the Angel at the Sepulchre said?' 'Not particularly,' ha replied; 'but where are you off to in such a hurry?' 'I am going,' I said, 'to put pennies into automatic machines on the beach. I am going to listen to the niggers. I am going to have my photograph taken. I will buy some picture postcards. I do want a boat. I am ready to listen to a concertina, and but for the defects of my education should be ready to play it. I am willing to ride on a donkey; that is, if the donkey is willing. For all this was commanded me by the angel in the stained glass window.' 'I really think,' said the Dickensian, 'that I had better put you in charge of your relations.'