darkness,"  and  throughout  its  hours  the  storm  gath-
ered strength.  All  night  the  inhabitants  sat  still  in
terror,  while  the  sea  beat  at  their  doors  and  their  houses
rocked  in  the  terrific  wind.  Raymund  was  speech-
less, Cassia  kept  the  vigil  on  her  knees ;  but  John's
soul  was  uplifted  in  a  solemn,  almost  in  a  triumph-
ant, adoration.  After  midnight,  when  the  beating
and  crashing  and  fury  of  the  elements  were  at  their
height,  they  heard  him,  as  he  stood  at  the  window,
or  walked  slowly  about  the  room,  saying :

" '  Before  him  went  the  pestilence,  and  burning
coals  went  forth  at  his  feet.  He  stood,  and  measured
the  earth.  .  .  .  The  everlasting  mountains  were  scat-
tered, the  perpetual  hills  did  bow.  ...  I  saw  the  tents
of  Cushan  in  affliction.  .  .  .  Was  thy  wrath  against  the
sea,  that  thou  didst  ride  upon  thine  horses  and  thy
chariots  of  salvation  ?  .  .  .  The  overflowing  of  the
water  passed  by :  the  deep  uttered  his  voice,  and  lifted
up  his  hands  on  high.  The  sun  and  moon  stood  still
in  their  habitation  :  at  the  light  of  thine  arrows  they
went,  and  at  the  shining  of  thy  glittering  spear.  .  ..
