The brain had been busier still: it had (as I will shew) constructed a complete little allegory. The gorgeouslydecorated and imposingly-built Church was the spiritual Temple into which we have severally been moulded. The vastness and strength of its parts pointed plainly to its Great Author. The wellfinished ornaments, to the graces and virtues imparted by Him to baptized men and women. The figure, whose eyes were downcast, was Faith, since by her guidance, rather than "by sight, we walk." The request in the dream to be

escorted forward by the figure was an emblem of the prayer for the gift of faith. In my dream I had trembled at the ringing of my feet on the floor. It had caused almost guilty sensations. So does one, beholding sacred things by Faith, tremble at the mighty power of that high endowment. Again: the almost-silent female figure had bade me remain first of all at some little distance from the Choir. Afterwards it had suffered me to stand at the Gates. In like manner is the capacity of virtue progressive it gains gradually in bold

ness, vigour, and privilege. But whom did I behold, when I stood at the Choirentrance? People mute and silent certainly, but evidently engaged in worship, and that no cold and empty homage. And does not the Christian believer, pioneered by Faith, behold all his true brethren, while accomplishing daily avocations, ascribing praise to God? The silent, the voiceless (if I may be permitted the word) worship might be appropriately said to image forth that kind of praise, as distinct from special praise, properly so called.

For such worship (I mean worship by acts rather than that consisting of

words,) to realize it, requires faith. It is imperceptible except to her. It is silent to worldly persons; to faith only has it a voice. Still to carry out the idea of the allegory: the worshippers' unheeding the fine and graceful works of art in the interior of the Choir, had reference to the all-absorbing devotedness of Christians, that is, devotedness and singleness of character. The blackrobed personage, obviously, indicated Death the impartiality of its visits was

hinted at in his not giving preference

to age.

Daily realities had had even more than I have yet stated to do with my dream. A very recent event would account for the peculiar turn it had taken. The day before a friend had departed; of whom I had heard that even on the day on which he breathed his last, he had not lost interest in worldly business. And was not this incessant withdrawal of silent worshippers to further worship in the Chancel a mirror reflecting works "following"