There was but one apostle of Jesus worthy of that name, and that was Paul. However disfigured were his _Epistles_ by dogmatic hands before being admitted into the Canon, his conception of the great and divine figure of the philosopher who died for his idea can still be traced in his addresses to the various Gentile nations. Only, he who would understand him better yet must study the Philonean _Logos_ reflecting now and then the Hindu _Sabda_ (logos) of the Mimansa school. As to the other apostles, those whose names are prefixed to the _Gospels_--we cannot well believe in their veracity when we find them attributing to their Master miracles surrounded by circumstances, recorded, if not in the oldest books of India, at least in such as antedated Christianity, and in the very phraseology of the traditions. Who, in his days of simple and blind credulity, but marvelled at the touching narrative given in the _Gospels according to Mark_ and _Luke_ of the resurrection of the daughter of Jairus? Who has ever doubted its originality? And yet the story is copied entirely from the _Hari-Purana_, and is recorded among the miracles attributed to Christna. We translate it from the French version: “The King Angashuna caused the betrothal of his daughter, the beautiful Kalavatti, with the young son of Vamadeva, the powerful King of Antarvédi, named Govinda, to be celebrated with great pomp. “But as Kalavatti was amusing herself in the groves with her companions, she was stung by a serpent and died. Angashuna tore his clothes, covered himself with ashes, and cursed the day when he was born. “Suddenly, a great rumor spread through the palace, and the following cries were heard, a thousand times repeated: ‘_Pacya pitaram; pacya gurum!_’ ‘The Father, the Master!’ Then Christna approached, smiling, leaning on the arm of Ardjuna.... ‘Master!’ cried Angashuna, casting himself at his feet, and sprinkling them with his tears, ‘See my poor daughter!’ and he showed him the body of Kalavatti, stretched upon a mat.... “‘Why do you weep?’ replied Christna, in a gentle voice. ‘_Do you not see that she is sleeping?_ Listen to the sound of her breathing, like the sigh of the night wind which rustles the leaves of the trees. See, her cheeks resuming their color, her eyes, whose lids tremble as if they were about to open; her lips quiver as if about to speak; she is sleeping, I tell you; and hold! see, she moves, _Kalavatti! Rise and walk!_’ “Hardly had Christna spoken, when the breathing, warmth, movement, and life returned little by little, into the corpse, and the young girl, obeying the injunction of the demi-god, rose from her couch and rejoined her companions. But the crowd marvelled and cried out: ‘This is a god, since death is no more for him than sleep?’”[489]