tion of the radiance that
transfigured the face of Moses, when he too, coming down from a far
mightier revelation on a far loftier mountain, 'wist not that the skin
of his face shone.'

At any rate Richard, loyal soul, checked the impatient words of
remonstrance that had risen to his lips. Silently putting his hand
through his friend's arm, he led him a mile or two further along the
road, until they came to the small wayside inn where they intended to
spend the night.

No sooner were they within doors than Richard was startled afresh by
the pallor of his companion's countenance. The glory had departed now.
Nothing but utter weariness remained. In all haste Richard called for
food and drink, and placing them before Fox he almost forced him to
partake. Fox swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread, and drank a little
clear red wine in a glass. Then as he set the glass down, he noticed
the inn-keeper who was standing by, watching his guest's every
movement with curious eyes.

A rough, plain countryman, he seemed, mine host of the ale-house, to
most of those who had dealings with him. But Fox, in spite of his own
bodily hunger and physical weariness, discerned that the spirit of the
man before him knew the cravings of a yet keener need: was fainting
under the weight of a yet heavier load. Instantly he recognised the
seeking soul within, even as the Shepherd of Pendle a few hours
previously, out on the hillside, had recognised his master's mark on
the straying sheep. Forgetting his own weariness, even for the time
putting aside the remembrance of the visions he had seen, he set
himself to win and satisfy this humble soul at his side.

'I declared Truth to the man of the house,' so runs his Journal, 'and
wrote a paper to the priests and professors declaring "the day of the
Lord and that Christ was come to teach His people Himself, by His
power and spirit in their hearts, and to bring people off from all the
world's ways and teaching, to His own free teaching who had bought
them, and was the Saviour of all them that believed in Him." And the
man of the house did spread the paper up and down and was mightily
affected with Truth!'

The inn-keeper went out full of gladness to 'publish Truth' in his
turn. Henceforth he was a new man in the power of the new message that
had been entrusted to him. A new life lay before him.

But when the two friends were once more alone together, and the
immediate task was done, Richard Farnsworth