like a fountain of fire from its slumbering pit in him. How could it, if the tutors to whom he had been religiously attentive had never waked their own fearless dominion? Can a stream rise higher than its source?

Now, as an exile among the mountains of Midian, he has spent forty years humbling himself before the High Deliverer, the Noble Counsellor, the Almighty Champion, and though he is eighty years of age two million Israelites obey his lightest word of command. Notice the mathematical increase, afraid of two, dominant over two million! The Lord of Lords and Ruler in the Heavens and on the earth sends him forth Lawgiver, Governor, Mighty Champion, High Deliverer like Himself. He sends him forth with youth in his genius, the stamp of Fadelessness on his body.

"Here eyes do regard you
In Eternity's stillness:
Choose well, your choice is
Brief and yet endless."

"Let the Lord be thy confidence, he will not suffer- thy feet to be taken." This is the principle of attention to the Highest Lord to the point of rising above prisons and lions' jaws. This is the principle of making them of no effect. The lordship that causes the iron gates to open of their own accord, that rolls away the stones from the pathway, must hail from above the three dimensions.

Joan of Arc was left to be burnt at the stake at twenty years of age, because her vision had not sought higher than the faces of the flying messengers. Napoleon is in common exile at forty-seven, because he has never sent his vision higher than Emperors' faces and heads of