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"His mission, sir?"

"He speaks of himself as one chosen by God to work His will, and

asks but to live until this !" said the little Preacher,

puffing at his eain as alked on side by side, "a

dark, incomprehensible man, and a very, very wretched one--poor

soul!"

"Wretched?" said I, "is not that our human lot? 'Man is born to

sorrow as the sparks fly upward,' and Job was accounted wise in

his generation"

"That was a cry from the depths of despond; but Job stood, at

last, upon the heights, and felt once more God's blessed sun, and

rejoiced--even as we should But, as regards this stranger, he

is one ould seeht of which has unhinged hisbeside his delirious couch, heard

hiainst some man; I have also

heard hieance"