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Chapter IV THE STORY HALTS FOR A MOMENT AT AN EPISODE.
 RESTLESS and anxious, Apaecides consumed the day in wandering through the most   
walks in the vicinity of the city. The sun was slowly setting as 
 
he paused beside a lonely part of the Sarnus, ere yet it wound amidst the 
 
evidences of luxury and power. Only through openings in the woods and vines 
 
were caught glimpses of the white and gleaming city, in which was heard in the 
 
distance no , no sound, nor 'busiest hum of men'. Amidst the green banks 
 
crept the and the , and here and there in the brake some 
 
bird burst into sudden song, as suddenly . There was deep calm 
 
around, but not the calm of night; the air still breathed of the freshness and 
 
life of day; the grass still moved to the stir of the insect ; and on the 
 
opposite bank the and white capella passed through the 
 
herbage, and paused at the wave to drink.
 
As Apaecides stood gazing upon the waters, he heard beside him the 
 
low bark of a dog.
 
'Be still, poor friend,' said a voice at hand; 'the stranger's step harms not 
 
thy master.' The convert recognized the voice, and, turning, he the old 
 
mysterious man whom he had seen in the congregation of the Nazarenes.
 
The old man was sitting upon a fragment of stone covered with ancient mosses; 
 
beside him were his staff and scrip; at his feet lay a small shaggy dog, the 
 
companion in how many a pilgrimage and strange.
 
The face of the old man was as balm to the excited spirit of the : he 
 
approached, and his , sat down beside him.
 
'Thou art provided as for a journey, father,' said he: ' thou leave us 
 
yet?'
 
'My son,' replied the old man, 'the days in store for me on earth are few and 
 
; I employ them as becomes me travelling from place to place, comforting 
 
those whom God has gathered together in His name, and proclaiming the glory of 
 
His Son, as testified to His servant.'
 
'Thou hast looked, they tell me, on the face of Christ?'
 
'And the face revived me from the dead. Know, young proselyte to the true 
 
faith, that I am he of whom thou readest in the of the Apostle. In the 
 
far Judea, and in the city of Nain, there dwelt a widow, of spirit and 
 
sad of heart; for of all the ties of life one son alone was spared to her. And 
 
she loved him with a love, for he was the of the lost. And 
 
the son died. The reed on which she leaned was broken, the oil was dried up in 
 
the widow's cruse. They bore the dead upon his bier; and near the gate of the 
 
city, where the crowd were gathered, there came a silence over the sounds of 
 
, for the Son of God was passing by. The mother, who followed the bier, 
 
wept—not noisily, but all who looked upon her saw that her heart was crushed. 
 
And the Lord pitied her, and he touched the bier, and said, "I SAY UNTO THEE, 
 
ARISE," And the dead man woke and looked upon the face of the Lord. Oh, that 
 
calm and solemn brow, that unutterable smile, that and sorrowful 
 
face, lighted up with a God's benignity—it chased away the shadows of the 
 
grave! I rose, I , I was living, and in my mother's arms—yes, I am the 
 
dead revived! The people shouted, the funeral horns rung merrily: there 
 
was a cry, "God has visited His people!" I heard them not—I felt—I saw—
 
nothing but the face of the Redeemer!'
 
The old man paused, deeply moved; and the youth felt his blood creep, and his 
 
hair stir. He was in the presence of one who had known the Mystery of Death!
 
'Till that time,' renewed the widow's son, 'I had been as other men: 
 
thoughtless, not abandoned; taking no , but of the things of love and 
 
life; , I had inclined to the gloomy faith of the earthly Sadducee! But, 
 
raised from the dead, from awful and desert dreams that these lips never dare 
 
reveal—recalled upon earth, to testify the powers of Heaven—once more 
 
mortal, the witness of ; I drew a new being from the grave. O faded
 
—O lost Jerusalem!—Him from whom came my life, I beheld adjudged to the 
 
and death! Far in the crowd I saw the light rest and&............
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