He never introduced the subject into conversation, and listened with a silent and half-serious smile to the satirical effusions of Pleyel.
One evening we chanced to be alone together in the temple.

I seized that opportunity of investigating the state of his thoughts.

After a pause, which he seemed in no wise inclined to interrupt, I spoke to him--"How almost palpable is this dark; yet a ray from above would dispel it." "Ay," said Wieland, with fervor, "not only the physical, but moral night would be dispelled." "But why," said I, "must the Divine Will address its precepts to the eye ?" He smiled significantly.

"True," said he, "the understanding has other avenues." "You have never," said I, approaching nearer to the point--"you have never told me in what way you considered the late extraordinary incident." "There is no determinate way in which the subject can be viewed.

Here is an effect, but the cause is utterly inscrutable.