the man who owns the cow may stand side by side and look at the same
sunset. The cow sees a big splotch of crimson and gold; the other sees
one of God's sky-paintings, and is inspired to holy living and
self-denial and fidelity to the Master. You must have a "sunset nature"
to appreciate a sunset, and you must be sanctified wholly to see in
Christ a beauty and loveliness which no Murillo and no Raphael and no
Del Sarto have yet put on canvas.

THE LOVELY CHRIST.

O the lovely Christ! How the heart aches to go to Him! We get so
homesick for Jesus. People are so dull and uninteresting and vapid and
stupid--so precisely like ourselves--we get weary of the world and its
emptiness, and yearn to fly away to be with the spotless Christ and
live in that

"Undiscovered country, from whose bourne
No traveller returns"

Some day, thank God! the Bridegroom will step out upon the balcony of
heaven and look at us and speak to us in a tone inaudible to all but
ourselves, and our souls will bound with rapture and the earthen vessel
will crumble and we will spread snowy pinions and wing our flight up to
the presence of our soul's King!

CHAPTER VIII.

SOUL-REST.

AN EFFECT.

One of the beatific effects of the cleansing of the heart from all sin
is soul-rest. It always accompanies the glorious experience of entire
purity.

FACIAL INSCRIPTIONS.

This poor tired world of ours needs rest. Study the faces of the people
you meet in the streets, in the markets, in the cars, in the churches,
and there is one word NOT written on them, and that word is "Rest." You
will find many other words written on them. On some faces you see
"Selfishness" in crabbed, crooked letters; on others "Lust" in
bold-faced type; on others "Gluttony"; on others, "Self-Conceit"; on
others, "Craftiness"; and on through a thousand unworthy legends; but
the one thing which makes life worth living is not found except among
the sanctified.

VAMPIRES AND BATS.

It is wonderful how elusive rest is. You may search for it all your
days and grow gray and haggard, and sit down in the evening of life
with the vampires circling about you and be forced to confess, "I have
not found rest!" You may retire from business and say, "I will spend my
declining years in peace," but as the sun goes down the bats come out
and flap the black skinny wings of the sins of other days in your
affrighted face. If you are a student you may drop your books like Dr.