'The archangel Uriel, one of the seven Who in God's presence, nearest to his throne, Stand ready at his command, and are his eyes. That run through all the heavens, or down to the earth, Bear his swift errands over moist and dry, O'er sea and land.'" Faith listened, evidently with a pleased ear. "But I suppose the angel could come as well without the sunbeam as with it?" "I suppose so!" he said smiling. "In my belief, angels go where the sunbeams do not. But Milton chose to name Uriel as the special regent of the sun, and so passing to and fro on its rays." "What do you mean by 'regent,' Mr. Linden?" "A regent is one appointed to rule in place of the king." "But that don't seem to me true, Mr. Linden," said Faith after a little meditation. "What, and why?" Faith blushed at finding herself 'in for it,' but went on. "I don't suppose the sun wants anybody to rule it or to take care of it, under its Maker?" "Yet it may please him to have guardian spirits there as well as here,--about that we know not. In the Revelation, you know, an angel is spoken of as 'standing in the sun,' and from that Milton took his idea. Part of the description is very beautiful, at least;-- 'So spake the false dissembler unperceived; For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heaven and earth. And oft though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill, Where no ill seems: which now for once beguiled Uriel, though regent of the sun, and held The sharpest sighted spirit of all in heaven.'" "Who is the person spoken of in the first line, Mr. Linden?" "Satan--applying to Uriel for guidance to the new created earth and its inhabitants, on the same plea that Herod presented to the wise men." "But that's a story?" said Faith. "Yes. The Bible only tells the work done by him after he got here." "Mr. Linden, will you read that over once more for me." She listened with a face of absorbed intentness while it was read; then looked away from the book with an unconscious but very audible sigh. "Well?" Mr. Linden said, smiling as he looked at her. "I like it very much!" was Faith's answer. "Is that what made you sigh?" "Sigh!" she said starting a little and colouring. "No,--I didn't mean to sigh." "The fact is more than the intention. Whence came that?" "It was only--Please don't ask me, Mr. Linden. I can't tell you." He made no answer to that, but turning over the leaves read to her here and there without much comment,--then asked her if she was tired of hearing about angels. "I think I should never be tired!" said Faith. "But you must be, Mr. Linden. Please," she said putting her hand gently on the book,--"don't read for me any more. Is all the book like that?"