liberty, joy, peace, and vivid realization, it is owing to the simple fact that they have not really broken with the world. They either seek to hold a feast to the Lord in Egypt, or they remain so near as to be easily drawn back again; so near that they are neither one thing nor the other. How can such people be happy? How can their peace flow as a river? How can they possibly walk in the light of a Father’s countenance, or in the joy of a Saviour’s presence? How can the blessed beams of that sun