cat and drink with you, till He makes every day on earth a
day of heaven already to you. See if He will not; for, again and again,
He who keeps all His promises says that He will.

CHAPTER XXVI--EMMANUEL'S LIVERY

'And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen,
clean and white; for the fine linen is the righteousness of
saints.'--_John_.

The Plantagenet kings of ancient England had white and scarlet for their
livery; white and green was the livery of the Tudors; the Stuarts wore
red and yellow; while blue and scarlet colours adorn to-day the House of
Hanover. And the Prince of the kings of the earth, He has his royal
colours also, and His servants have their badge of honour and their
blazon also. Then He commanded that those who waited upon Him should go
and bring forth out of His treasury those white and glittering robes,
that I, He said, have provided and laid up in store for my Mansoul. So
the white garments were fetched out of the treasury and laid forth to the
eyes of the people. Moreover, it was granted to them that they should
take them and put them on, according, said He, to your size and your
stature. So the people were all put into white--into fine linen, clean
and white. Then said the Prince, This, O Mansoul, is My livery, and this
is the badge by which Mine are known from the servants of others. Yea,
this livery is that which I grant to all them that are Mine, and without
which no man is permitted to see My face. Wear this livery, therefore,
for My sake, and, also, if you would be known by the world to be Mine.
But now can you think how Mansoul shone! For Mansoul was fair as the
sun, clear as the moon, and terrible as an army with banners.

White, then, and whiter than snow, is the very livery of heaven. A
hundred shining Scriptures could be quoted to establish that. In the
first year of Belshazzar, King of Babylon, Daniel had a dream, and
visions of his head came to Daniel upon his bed. And, behold, the
Ancient of Days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of
his head like the pure wool. My beloved, sings the spouse in the Song,
is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand, and altogether
lovely. Then, again, David in his penitence sings, Purge me with hyssop,
and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. And what
is it that sets Isaiah at the head of all the prophets? What but this,
that he is the mouth-piece