had come from the West with pressing plaintive plea," Sir, we would see Jesus."So they craved, and He — had He no strong andmasterful desire to answer their cravings ? Surely weknow how His Eyes looked out far and away beyondthe narrow Jewish pastures, and saw, already, thosewho were far off, those other sheep, not of this smallfold, whom also He yearned to bring home, that theyall might be one flock under one Shepherd. Yes ; andwe know how, for a moment, at Samaria, His Heart wassaddened with the sorrow of the weeping Sower, as Helooked out upon fields already, to His Heart's eye, whitewith the glory of harvest, which others would be thenreaping so gladly. Oh! let them remember on thatday, in the glow and splendour of that autumn reaping,let them remember the joyless Sower, Who crept alongthe dark furrows, in the dim and cloudy spring. Forthat joy of the Keaper, He was never to know on earth.164 Conversion.That joy of the mighty mystery, which burned like afurnace in the soul of St. Paul, — that joy which over-mastered the Apostle's utterance as he stammered andstaggered under its weight and wealth of glory — the joy of knowing that God regarded not the person of any ; that God had broken down all walls of partition,so that there is no longer Jew divided from Greek, norfree from slave, nor male from female, — that joy, thatenkindling mystery of joy, might never, on earth, beHis, Who was Himself its Spring and its Giver. Itwas there, within Him, the great secret of a world'sgladness, the secret which has ever since made thewilderness to blossom as a rose, and has broughtspringing waters again in all waste places, and hascrowned with joy and gladness the heads of thoseonce so sick and so weary, from whom their sorrowand their sighing have now all fled away. This wasall within Him, but repressed, cabined, cribbed, con-fined. He must hold it down under bolt and bar ;He must never taste of its blessed savour.