ad known in the lower life, became visible to
me. Now and then, some one, hastening by, said:--

"Why, Doctor!" and then I would perceive some old patients; the look
which only loving patients wear was on their faces, the old impulse of
trust and gratitude; they would grasp me heartily by the hand; this
touched me; I began to feel a stir of sympathy with the general
excitement; I was glad that I had joined the people.

I pressed the hand of my little boy, who was running and leaping at my
side. He looked confidingly up into my face, and asked me questions
about the day's event; but these I could not answer.

"God knows, my child," I said. "Your father is not a learned man."

As we swept on, the crowd thickened visibly. The current from the city
met streams from the fields, the hills, the forests; all the distance
overflowed; the concourse began to become imposing. Here and there I
observed still other faces that were not strange to me; flashes of
recognition passed between us; some also of my own kin, dead years ago,
I saw, far off, and I felt drawn to them. In the distance, not near
enough to speak with her, shining and smiling, I thought that I
perceived Mrs. Faith, once more. My boy threw kisses to her and
laughed merrily; he was electric with the universal joy; he seemed to
dance upon the air like a tuft of thistledown; to be "light-hearted"
was to be light-bodied; the little fellow's frame seemed to exist only
as the expression of his soul. I thought:--

"If he is properly educated in this place, what a spirit he will make!"
I was amazed to see his capacity for happiness. I thought of his
mother. I wished to be happy, too.

Now, as we moved on toward the plain, the sound of low chanting began
to swell from the crowd. The strain gained in distinctness; power
gathered on it; passion grew in it; prayer ascended from it. I could
not help being moved by this billow of sweet sound. The forms and
faces of the people melted together before my eyes; their outlines
seemed to quiver in the flood of song; it was as if their manifold
personalities blurred in the unity of their feeling; they seemed to me,
as I regarded them, like the presence of one great, glad, loving human
soul. This was their supplication. Thus arose the heavenly song:--

"Thou that takest away
The sins of the world!
Whosoever believeth
Shall have life.
Whosoever believeth on Thee
Shall have eternal life.
Thou that take