"  Seven  days,  i
And  yet  I  cot

He  had  lived  in  torment.  But  now  the
promise  is  fulfilled:  "He  giveth  His
beloved  sleep ; ' '  and  as  he  becomes  con-
scious of  the  change  which  has  passed
upon  him,  he  exclaims :

"  Oh  sleep !  it  is  a  gentle  thing,

Beloved  from  pole  to  pole !

To  Mary  Queen  the  praise  be  given !

She  sent  the  gentle  sleep  from  heaven,

That  slid  into  my  soul."


Nor  was  it  merely  the  blessing  of  sleep
that  was  restored  to  him;  but  the  refresh-
ment of  body  and  soul.  No  small  part
of  the  penalty  of  evil  had  been  the  burn-
ing thirst  which  consumed  him,  water
had  been  everywhere  around  him,  but
no  drop  to  drink;  and  all  throats  were
parched.     But  now

"The  silly  buckets  on  the  deck,

That  bad  so  long  remained.
I  dreamt  that  they  were  filled  with  dew;

And  when  I  awoke,  it  rained.
My  lips  were  wet,  my  throat  was  cold.
My  garments  all  were  dank;
Sure  I  had  drunken  in  my  dreiarna.
And  still  my  body  drank."

One  hardly  knows  which  most  to  ad-
mire in  this  passage,  the  wonderful  real-
ism of  its  representation  or  the  deep
lesson  which  it  conveys.
