There was no awfulness about it, as on the night when the gulfy sky stood over me, flashing with the heavenly host, and nothing was between me and the farthest world.

The clouds were like the veil that hid the terrible light in the Holy of Holies--a curtain of God's love, to dim with loveliness the grandeur of their own being, and make his children able to bear it.

My eye fell upon the top rounds of the ladder, which rose above the edge of the roof like an invitation.

I opened the window, crept through, and, holding on by the ledge, let myself down over the slates, feeling with my feet for the top of the ladder.

In a moment I was upon it.