What terrible news he has heard! Jerusalem is still, after all Ezra's efforts to restore it, a desolate ruined city.

Nehemiah is full of sorrow, sick at heart, overwhelmed with disappointment and trouble.
But he remembers his own name and its warning, Nehemiah, _The Lord is my Comforter_.

At once, without a moment's delay, he goes to his Comforter.

He weeps, he mourns, he fasts, and he pours out all his sorrow to God.

As a child runs to his mother, and pours into her ear his grief or his disappointment, so Nehemiah hastens to his God.
We walk through a splendid conservatory, the pride and glory of a nobleman's garden; we admire the flowers of all shades of colour; rare blossoms from all parts of the world, ferns of every variety, palms, and grasses, and mosses, and all manner of natural beauties meet our eye at every turn.