things that come to us--joy and sorrow, good and evil, nature and
grace, all thoughts, all passions, all delights--are all but so many
ministers to our soul's desire after God, after the Divine Likeness and
for the Beatific Vision.

'Oh! Christ, He is the Fountain,
The deep sweet Well of Love!
The streams on earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above;
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand;
And glory--glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land.'

CHAPTER XIX--MR. WET-EYES

'Oh that my head were waters!'--_Jeremiah_.

'Tears gain everything.'--_Teresa_.

Now Mr. Desires-awake, when he saw that he must go on this errand,
besought that they would grant that Mr. Wet-eyes might go with him. Now
this Mr. Wet-eyes was a near neighbour of Mr. Desires-awake, a poor man,
and a man of a broken spirit, yet one that could speak well to a
petition; so they granted that he should go with him. Wherefore the two
men at once addressed themselves to their serious business. Mr. Desires-
awake put his rope upon his head, and Mr. Wet-eyes went with his hands
wringing together. Then said the Prince, And what is he that is become
thy companion in this so weighty a matter? So Mr. Desires-awake told
Emmanuel that this was a poor neighbour of his, and one of his most
intimate associates. And his name, said he, may it please your most
excellent Majesty, is Wet-eyes, of the town of Mansoul. I know that
there are many of that name that are naught, said he; but I hope it will
be no offence to my Lord that I have brought my poor neighbour with me.
Then Mr. Wet-eyes fell on his face to the ground, and made this apology
for his coming with his neighbour to his Lord:--

'Oh, my Lord,' quoth he, 'what I am I know not myself, nor whether my
name be feigned or true, especially when I begin to think what some have
said, and that is that this name was given me because Mr. Repentance was
my father. But good men have sometimes bad children, and the sincere do
sometimes beget hypocrites. My mother also called me by this name of
mine from my cradle; but whether she said so because of the moistness of
my brain, or because of the softness of my heart, I cannot tell. I see
dirt in mine own tears, and filthiness in the bottom of my prayers. But
I pray Thee (and all this while the gentleman wept) that Thou wouldst not
remember against us our transgressions, nor take offence at the
unqualifie