What had become of us had He listened to the tempter in the wilderness, or failed to accept the cup in the Garden of Gethsemane! How much we have the happiness of Christ in our hands! Alas! that His should be a sorrowful countenance in Heaven! "The love of a man for a woman was near to the Master's heart! How can you feel that you must love and be loved in spite of Him! Pity yourself all you may you can not then be pitied so much as He pities you! "Love as long and as wilfully as you will, and then it is only a little space.

The time of the supremacy of Christ cometh surely, and that is all eternity! Which will you do--please yourself for an hour, or be pleased by the will of God through all time?
Love is in the hands of the Lord; you can not consign it longer than the little span of your life to the hands of the devil." Momus, in whose mind had passed an immense surmise, was again at her side.
"O daughter of a noble father," his dumb gaze said, "wilt thou put away that virtue which was born in thee and let my labor come to naught ?" But the preaching of Nathan and the reproach of Momus were feeble, compared to the great tumult that went on in her soul.

She had seen John of Gischala cast Amaryllis aside.

Even the Greek's sympathy was hateful to him.

Yet when Laodice had first entered the house of Amaryllis, the woman had been obliged to dismiss John from her presence for his own welfare and the welfare of the city.