The time will come when death will restore his being to equilibrium; but now he is out of harmony, for the soul knows more than the body and the body clouds the soul." "I probed this seeming indifference.

'Beast, to be so still and careless when Rome is at the gates of thy town.' He merely looked with his large eyes at me.

Yet the man is not apathetic, but loves old and young, the very brutes and birds and flowers of the field.

His only impatience is with wrongdoing, but he curbs that impatience." At last Karshish tells, with many apologies for his foolishness, the strangest thing of all.

Lazarus thinks that his curer was God himself who came and dwelt in flesh among those he had made, and went in and out among them healing and teaching, and then died.