my own lips, and saying, “Oh! that these lips had language worthy of the occasion!” I do but faintly sketch the scene. I cannot lay on the glowing colours. Oh, that I could set forth thy grief, thou Man of Sorrows! God the Holy Ghost impress it on your memories and on your souls, and help you pitifully to consider the griefs of your blessed Lord. I will now leave this point, when I have made this practical application of it. Remember, dear friends, that this day, as truly as on that early morning,