It was no fisherman or weaver of tent-cloth who brought forth the declarations of the comforter of Hezekiah, the captive prophet and the priest in the land of the Chaldeans.

His was no barbarous manner or slipshod tongue of the market-place and the wheat-fields, but the polish and the clean-cut flawless language of the synagogues and the colleges.
Laodice saw in the gesture and phrase the refinement of her father, Costobarus, of the gentlest Judean blood.
"I saw Him," he went on in a low voice.
Laodice with her intent gaze on the beatified face put her hand to her heart.
"Forty years ago," the old voice continued, "I saw Him first in Galilee.

There He was disbelieved and cast out.

He came then unto Jerusalem and I saw Him there heal lepers, cast out evil spirits, cure the blind and the sick and the palsied.

And in the house of Jairus and at Nain, I saw Him raise the dead.
"I saw Him come to Jerusalem.