"One of the men from whom I purchased this is very sanguine; he thinks that when they have all their _metal_ type, they may be able to print a Bible in a day. Surely that would be a wondrous thing!" "A wondrous thing, and a glorious thing!" said Father Paul, rising to his feet, and steadying himself with his staff, while his eye brightened, and his whole face beamed with what seemed almost the spirit of inspiration. "Now, Lord, lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, for the day of the Reformation is breaking! The day promised so long is coming, O Lord! I have waited for thy salvation! The chains which have kept thy precious Word from the people are breaking, one by one. In the Lord’s good time will he accomplish it. Glorious is the perfect liberty of the sons of God--the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and which he is about to proclaim to the whole world! When each peasant can have his Bible in his hand, then shall arise men mighty to preach it. Then shall Rome tremble on her seven hills, and the song of the redeemed captives go up to the Lord from all the ends of the earth! "Lord, how long? Lord, how long? Hasten the day, for thine elect’s sake. O Lord Jesus! come quickly!" The old man sank back again on his seat, the tears dropping slowly on his white beard, his head bowed on the hands which rested on the top of his staff. Geoffrey and his wife have drawn near, and heard the old man’s last words. "Forgive me, my children," he says at last. "From the top of this Pisgah I see a glorious land. There are visions opening to my mind such as words cannot paint. Let me be a little while in silence." They are all still. Higher and higher up the mountains are creeping the evening shadows; already there are twinkling lights in the cottages below. Far in the distant west the purple and golden glories are melting, shade by shade into the intense azure of the zenith. In the east, almost touching yonder blue hill, is the evening star. The last sunbeam is linking the earth and sky, and over that golden bridge is passing a ransomed soul. "Father Paul," says Geoffrey, "the twilight is gathering fast; will you not come within?" There is no twilight for him, for he is looking into the face of his God! * * * * * * * * *ATTRACTIVE GIFT BOOKS.* *UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME.*