of Himself. His soul was sorrowful all round. His straining eyes stretched the whole horizon, and found it one unbroken pall. He was sorrowful even unto death, as if one more weight laid upon the quivering breast would have been too much. Great drops of blood fell from Him in His agony. How shall we explain that thundercloud of darkness, and storm, and passion, with its flashing lightnings, in which His soul was wrapped? Is there any torch which throws a ray into deep gloom save that which was put