There was something more of keenness and brightness in his mien than was common to him; some influence, either of the healing summer or of inward joy, seemed to have made the avenues of his senses more accessible.
"Sirs," he said, "do you desire the coming of the Lord ?" He asked the question quite simply, and Trenholme, as one humours a village innocent, replied, "We hope we are giving our lives to advance His kingdom." "But the _King,_" said the old man.

"He is coming.

Do you cry to Him to come quickly ?" "We hope and trust we shall see Him in His own time," said Trenholme, still benignly.
"His own time is suddenly, in the night," cried the old man, "when the Church is sleeping, when her children are planting and building, selling, buying; and marrying--that is _His time_.

We shall see Him.

We shall see His face, when we tell Him that we love Him; we shall hear His voice when he tells us that He loves us.