The twenty or thirty people who had been waiting round the great hall now came forward in a group. With the exception of Joseph's friend Hampson, there was not a single person there who was not important in one way or another in English life. Here was a well-known and popular King's Counsel, his keen, clean-shaven face all alight with interest and wonder. By his side was a prominent society actress, a great artiste, as far removed from the Mimi Addington type as light is from darkness. There were tears in the great grey eyes, and the sensitive mouth was quivering with emotion. A young peer, an intimate friend of Sir Thomas Ducaine, a group of well-known society women, a popular Mayfair doctor, a middle-aged baronet, who was one of the Court officials at Buckingham Palace--of such materials was the advance band of people composed. Along the other side of the hall, in strange contrast to these fashionable and beautifully dressed people, the faithful band of Welsh miners and quarrymen was standing in their black coats, talking earnestly and quietly together. They turned also as the Master entered. Then David Owen took three or four steps in front of his companions and raised his gnarled old brown hands high above his head. "Blessed be he that cometh in the name of the Lord," he cried, "and who is filled with the Holy Spirit!" Then he turned suddenly to his companions, and with a wave of his arm started the "Veni Creator Spiritus"-- Come, Holy Ghost, eternal God, Proceeding from above, Both from the Father and the Son; The God of peace and love. Visit our minds, into our hearts Thy heavenly grace inspire; That truth and godliness we may Pursue with full desire. Thou art the Comforter In grief and all distress; The heavenly gift of God Most High No tongue can it express. The fountain and the living spring Of joy celestial; The fire so bright, the love so sweet, The Unction spiritual. A glorious burst of deep and moving harmony filled the great hall, and thundered away up in the dome above as the Welshmen caught up the old hymn. None of the other people there had ever heard anything like this in their lives. All this melody and wild beauty, which is the heritage of the country which produces the most perfect chorus singers in the world, were mingled with a spiritual fervor so intense, and a love and rapture so ecstatic, a purpose so inviolable and strong, that souls and hearts were moved as they had never been moved before. The organ voices ceased suddenly, as a symphony played on some great orchestra ceases without a single dropping note. Then every one saw that the Master's hand was raised in blessing. He seemed suddenly grown taller. His face shone with heavenly radiance, he was more than human in that moment, his whole body was like some thin, transparent shell which throbbed and pulsed with Divine fire.