m place to place as though it were a dream. And I
cannot tell the half of what he saw, for the Angel took him to the
village where Jesus was a little child, which is called Nazareth, "the
flower-village;" and he showed him the River Jordan flowing through
dark green woods, and Hermon the high mountain, glittering with snow
(and the snow of that mountain is exceeding old), and the blue Lake of
Gennesareth, with its fishing-craft, and the busy town of Capernaum on
the great road to Damascus, and Nain where Jesus watched the little
children playing at funerals and marriages in the market-place, and the
wilderness where He was with the wild beasts, and Bethany where Lazarus
lived and died and was brought to life again (and in the fields of
Bethany Isidore gathered a bunch of wild flowers), and Jerusalem the
holy city, and Gethsemane with its aged silver-grey olive-trees, and
the hill of Calvary, where in the darkness a great cry went up to
heaven: "Why hast Thou forsaken me?" and the new tomb in the white rock
among the myrtles and rose-trees in the garden.

There was no place that Isidore had desired to see that was denied to
him. And in all these places he saw the children's children of the
children of those who had looked on the face of the Saviour--men and
women and little ones--going to and fro in strangely coloured clothing,
in the manner of those who had sat down on the green grass and been fed
with bread and fishes. And at the thought of this Isidore wept.

"Why dost thou weep?" the Angel asked.

"I weep that I was not alive to look on the face of the Lord."

Then suddenly, as though it were a dream, they were on the sea-shore,
and it was morning. And Isidore saw on the sparkling sea a fisher-ship
drifting a little way from the shore, but there was no one in it; and
on the shore a boat was aground; and half on the sand and half in the
wash of the sea there were swathes of brown nets filled with a hundred
great fish which flounced and glittered in the sun; and on the sand
there was a coal fire with fish broiling on it, and on one side of the
fire seven men--one of them kneeling and shivering in his drenched
fisher's coat--and on the other side of the fire a benign and majestic
figure, on whom the men were gazing in great joy and awe. And Isidore,
knowing that this was the Lord, gazed too at Christ standing there in
the sun.

And this was what he beheld: a man of lofty stature and most grave and
beautiful co