All about me were nobleness of purpose and heroism of effort, and my days and nights were sunshine and starshine, all fire and dew, with before my eyes, ever burning and blazing, the Holy Grail, Christ's own Grail, the warm human, long-suffering and maltreated but to be rescued and saved at the last." As before I had seen him transfigured, so now he stood transfigured before me.

His brows were bright with the divine that was in him, and brighter yet shone his eyes from the midst of the radiance that seemed to envelop him as a mantle.

But the others did not see this radiance, and I assumed that it was due to the tears of joy and love that dimmed my vision.

At any rate, Mr.Wickson, who sat behind me, was unaffected, for I heard him sneer aloud, "Utopian."* * The people of that age were phrase slaves.

The abjectness of their servitude is incomprehensible to us.