delighted to lean, every beat of
which was love. "Walk," then, "in love!" Let it be the very foot-road
you tread; let your way to heaven be paved with it. Soon shall we come
to look within the portal. Then shall every jarring and dissonant note
be merged into the sublime harmonies of "the new heavens and the new
earth," and we shall all "see eye to eye!"

"ARM YOURSELVES LIKEWISE WITH THE SAME MIND."

Eleventh Day.

SYMPATHY.

"Jesus wept."--John, xi. 35.

It is an affecting thing to see a Great man in tears! "_Jesus wept!_" It
was ever His delight to tread in the footsteps of sorrow--to heal the
broken-hearted--turning aside from His own path of suffering to "weep
with those that weep."

_Bethany!_ That scene, that _word_, is a condensed volume of consolation
for yearning and desolate hearts. What a majesty in those tears! He had
just been discoursing on Himself as the Resurrection and the Life--the
next moment He is a Weeping Man by a human grave, melted in anguished
sorrow at a bereaved one's side! Think of the funeral at the gate of
Nain, reading its lesson to dejected myriads--"Let thy widows trust in
me!" Think of the farewell discourse to His disciples, when, muffling
all His own foreseen and anticipated sorrows, He thought only of
soothing and mitigating theirs! Think of the affecting pause in that
silent procession to Calvary, when He turns round and stills the sobs of
those who are tracking His steps with their weeping! Think of that
wondrous epitome of human tenderness, just ere His eyes closed in their
sleep of agony--in the mightiest crisis of all time--when filial love
looked down on an anguished mother, and provided her a son and a home!

Ah, was there ever sympathy like this! Son! Brother! Kinsman! Saviour!
all in one! The majesty of Godhead almost lost in the tenderness of a
Friend. But so it _was_, and so it is. The heart of the now enthroned
King beats responsive to the humblest of His sorrow-stricken people. "I
am poor and needy, yet the Lord _carries me on His heart_!" (margin.)

Let us "go and do likewise." Let us be ready, like our Lord, to follow
the beck of misery,--"to deliver the needy when he crieth, the poor
also, and him that hath no helper." Sympathy costs but little. Its
recompense and return are great, in the priceless consolation it
imparts. Few there are who undervalue it. Look at Paul--the weary, jaded
prisoner,--chained to a soldier--recently wrecked, about