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The Victory of the Vanquished By
The Prophet Joel.. .104, 182 The Silence of the New Testament as to Seville, and the Young Evangelization
400 the Personal Appearance of Christ, of Spain. By the Rev. J. A. Wylie,
The Religion of Self-Upbraiding .. 333 The Silence of the New Testament as to Land of Luther"
Italy-- The Bay of Naples and the Foot- “No Night There!”.
123 T. L. Cuyler...
Able to Save unto the Uttermost. By A Parable of Hope..
571 T. L. Cuyler...
Naples :- Beauty of its Bay-Character Loss of Children....
"Hold there ! that is just what I want !” 381
BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE CHRONICLES OF THE SCHÖNBERG-COTTA FAMILY.”
T was the eve of the Triumph of Ger- | Rome. To the Roman, a ray of light from the
manicus. The Roman camp on the great focus of the Empire ; to the German caphills above the Campagna was hushed tive, a transverse strand of the great mystic web in sleep. A tall fair woman —
in which tribe after tribe of her race had been of the German captives who were to grace the entangled and crushed. triumph-had crept to the door of one of the Far back into her inner life those arrowy lines tents, and was gazing with her eyes dreamily fixed led her : mystic Runes bringing up shadowy on the long reach of Roman Road which stretched forms from the icy hollows or fiery abysses of before her into the darkness.
the past-bringing down royal shapes from its To her, as to us, that road was a great symbol. It sunny heights. Far back to a hut on the edge was no mere pliant lighway of commerce, in gra- of a Northern forest; one of those huge, impenecious windings accommodating itself to the needs trable forests which gave mystery and poetry to of men and the difficulties of nature. Rigid as the the prosaic levels of her North German land ; the Roman rule, it scaled the hills and spanned the great Teutoberger Forest between the rivers Lippe valleys: the crooked must be made straight before and Weser. it, and the rough places plain. No kindly chain, Murmurs of waters and of pines had mingled gently binding nation to nation with friendly links; with her mother's cradle-songs. For she, too, but a weapon of war, straight as the spear of the sitting there so solitary, so helpless, had been soldier, as the rod of the lictor, as the flight of an welcomed into the world as if it were to be a arrow, it shot over mountain and chasm, through joyous home to her—as if it were the abidingforest and marsh—not to link the nations to each place, the city of the shining palaces where dwelt other, but to bind the ends of the earth to the Æsir, the mighty gods. She, too, had once