I sorrowed for the sorrows of my kind--not of one class, but all of them.

So utterly were they fallen it seemed to me there could be no Redemption unless God himself would make it his work; and I prayed him to come, and that I might see him.
'Thy good works have conquered.

The Redemption cometh; thou shalt see the Savior'-- thus the Voice spake; and with the answer I went up to Jerusalem rejoicing.

Now, to whom is the Redemption?
To all the world.

And how shall it be?
Strengthen thy faith, my son! Men say, I know, that there will be no happiness until Rome is razed from her hills.