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he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS
AND LORD OF LORDS.'"

"But he was to be a Prophet, like Moses," said David; "and he was to be
born in Bethlehem in the land of Judah."

"Well, he was," said Matilda.

"Then how should he be all _that?_" And the boy's frame shook, as if a
nervous shudder had taken him.

"Don't you remember the 110th Psalm?" said Matilda after a little more
study. "'The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I
make thine enemies thy footstool.' Look at it."

David did so, in his own Scriptures, and pondered the words a second
time.

"And this is what the Lord Jesus said about those very words, David.
'While the Pharisees were gathered together, Jesus asked them, saying,
What think ye of Christ? whose son is he? They say unto him, The son of
David. He saith unto them, How then doth David in spirit call him Lord,
saying, The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou on my right hand, till I
make thine enemies thy footstool? If David then call him Lord, how is
he his son?'"

"What did they say?" asked David eagerly.

"Who?"

"Those Pharisees. What did they answer?"

"It says 'no man was able to answer him a word.'"

Poor David was in the same condition. "Well, go on," he said, between
puzzle and despondency.

Matilda consulted her references to see with what she should go on; and
then read the three first verses of the epistle to the Hebrews.

"'God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past
unto the fathers by the prophets, hath in these last days spoken unto
us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom also
he made the worlds; who being the brightness of his glory, and the
express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of
his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the
right hand of the Majesty on high.'"

"But--but,--" said David looking up, "Messiah was to be born in
Bethlehem of Judah, for so said the prophet Micah."

"Jesus was born in Bethlehem," Matilda replied.

"But--he was called the Nazarene," said David with a kind of shiver.
The boy was terribly excited, though he controlled the outward
expression of his excitement as much as possible.

"He lived in Nazareth," said Matilda eagerly; "that was his home."

"Then how could he be born in Bethlehem? it's near a hundred miles off,
I think."

"But don't you know?" said Matilda. "Caesar Augustus ordered e