become?
They are as impressionable as the wax upon which they write. Heaven
grant that the impression made upon them may be mighty for good!"

Kedar has married a Bedouin maid, and is happy in his free life in the
old land. Naught but the desert could satisfy him; he would stagnate in
the calm life which those in the Jordan valley are finding so pleasant.

As yet he and Manasseh have not been molested in their work by the
Moslems; and in their remote mountain recesses they are persistently
fighting against heathendom, and are leading many to live better and
nobler lives.

And Yusuf? He is in his home-land again. Once more he stands upon the
highest point of the Guebre temple. The priests have not refused him
admittance, for no one has recognized in this harmless old man the once
Guebre Yusuf.

Ah, it is heathen Persia still! The fires flicker upon the altar, and
the idolatrous chants arise on the air. Yusuf covers his face with his
mantle and weeps. He has but a few years of strength before him, but he
will spend them in trying to bring the Gospel of love to these poor,
blind people.

He grieves for his benighted country; but when the moon slowly rises,
shedding her soft rays over the old scene, the mountains, the valleys
below, all calm, peaceful, radiant, he is comforted. He thinks of Him
who "created the lesser orb to rule the night," and a great joy fills
his heart that he has been led to a recognition of Him, and that he has
been enabled to lead others to Him.

His face glows with serene happiness and hope. He raises his eyes to the
calm, deep heavens, and says:

"O Father, I thank thee that 'mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of
hosts,' and his dear Son! I thank thee that thou hast led me to see
Truth! O God, thou hast taught me from my youth, and hitherto have I
declared thy wondrous works! Now also when I am old and gray-headed, O
God, forsake me not until I have showed thy strength unto this
generation, and thy power to every one that is to come! And now, Father,
'what wait I for? My hope is in thee,' the great God, the ever-loving
Father, now and for evermore. Amen and amen."

And there will we leave him.

"May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever beloved and loving, may his rule be!
And when old Time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument!"

--_Shakespeare._

THE END.