I shall never forget Joseph in Egypt hearing the pattering of the asses' hoofs in the street, and throwing up the window, and looking out, and seeing all his own brothers coming riding towards him; or the grand rush of the sea waves over the bewildered hosts of the Egyptians.

We lay and listened with all the more enjoyment, that while the fire was burning so brightly, and the presence of my father filling the room with safety and peace, the wind was howling outside, and the snow drifting up against the window.

Sometimes I passed into the land of sleep with his voice in my ears and his love in my heart; perhaps into the land of visions--once certainly into a dream of the sun and moon and stars making obeisance to the too-favoured son of Jacob..