f these obscure and lowly heroines. Nothing done for Him goes
unrewarded. To slaves it was written that "From the Lord ye shall
receive the reward of the inheritance: ye serve the Lord Christ" (Col.
iii. 24). And what these women saved for others was what was recompensed
to themselves, domestic happiness, family life and its joys. God made
them houses.

The king is now driven to avow himself in a public command to drown all
the male infants of the Hebrews; and the people become his accomplices
by obeying him. For this they were yet to experience a terrible
retribution, when there was not a house in Egypt that had not one dead.

The features of the king to whom these atrocities are pretty certainly
brought home are still to be seen in the museum at Boulak. Seti I. is
the most beautiful of all the Egyptian monarchs whose faces lie bare to
the eyes of modern sightseers; and his refined features, intelligent,
high-bred and cheerful, resemble wonderfully, yet surpass, those of
Rameses II., his successor, from whom Moses fled. This is the builder of
the vast and exquisite temple of Amon at Thebes, the grandeur of which
is amazing even in its ruins; and his culture and artistic gifts are
visible, after all these centuries, upon his face. It is a strange
comment upon the modern doctrine that culture is to become a sufficient
substitute for religion. And his own record of his exploits is enough to
show that the sense of beauty is not that of pity: he is the jackal
leaping through the land of his enemies, the grim lion, the powerful
bull with sharpened horns, who has annihilated the peoples.

There is no greater mistake than to suppose that artistic refinement can
either inspire morality or replace it. Have we quite forgotten Nero, and
Lucretia Borgia, and Catherine de Medici?

Many civilisations have thought little of infant life. Ancient Rome
would have regarded this atrocity as lightly as modern China, as we may
see by the absolute silence of its literature concerning the murder of
the innocents--an event strangely parallel with this in its nature and
political motives, and in the escape of one mighty Infant.

Is it conceivable that the same indifference should return, if the
sanctions of religion lose their power? Every one remembers the
callousness of Rousseau. Strange things are being written by pessimistic
unbelief about the bringing of more sufferers into the world. And a
living writer in France has advocated the lega