As if all men were turned to stone at sight of Him, a silence and stillness now took the place of the subdued murmur of the crowd.

He stood in His long, light-coloured gown, like a white pillar against the blue sky.

His left hand hung motionless by His side, the right was pressed against His heart.

He began to speak softly, but clearly.

Not in the even tone of a preacher, but quickly and eagerly, often hesitating a moment while collecting His thoughts for a pregnant saying.