Jesus, weary with much ?penklng to
large multitudes, ls put into somno?
lence by the rocking of tho waves. If
there was any motion nt nil, the ship
was easily righted; !f tho wind passed
from starboard to larboard, or from
larboard to starboard, thc boat would
rock and, by tho gentleness of the mo?
tion, putting the Master asleep. And
they extemporized a pillow made out
of a fisherman's cont. I think no soon
er ls Christ prostrate nnd his head
toucheil tho pillow thiin lie lu sound
asleep. The breezes of the lake run
their fingers through the locks of the
worn sleeper, and the boat rises and
falls like a sleeping child on the bosom
of a sleeping mother.
Calm night, stnrry night, beautiful
night! Kuti up all the sails, ply all the
oars, nnd lot the large boat and the
small Itoat glide over gentle Gennesa
ret. But tho sailors say there is going
to be a chaugo of weather. And even
the passengers can hoar the moaning
of the storm as It comos ou with groat
stride nnd all the terrors of hurricane
find darkness. The large bont trembles
like a deer at bay among tho clangor of
the hounds: groat patches of foam are
flung Into the air; the sails of the ves?
sel loosen and lu tho strong wind crack
Uko pistols; the smaller boats, like i>et
rels, poise on the cliffs of the waves
and then plunge. Overboard go cargo.
