hundred and fifty miles east and west blue with theglimmering haze of the dreamy air and white withshining snows. I gaze on the evening clouds swim-ming in a sea of fire around the setting sun. I waitfor the stars to hang out their golden lamps in the in-finite dome of heaven. And all the while the lighthas been sending swift heralds, from near and far, totell me the form and hue and distance of everythingwithin the range of vision. Some of the messengershave brought their tidings in an instant, and somehave been on the way a million years to tell me whereof old the breath of God blew a million suns intoflame and sent them forth to sing and to shine amongthe rival spheres of heaven. And to me, as I standand gaze from the giddy height, it is as if all this vastand varied scene were the creation of the light. Takefrom me the faculty of vision, and in place of all thatwondrous world of beauty a blank and pitiless wall of darkness shuts me in on every side.The mightiest and the most marvelous changes thatever take place in the visible world are due to the swiftand silent agency of light. "When the day breaks in140 LIGHT.the east and the shadows of night melt int ) morn, itseems as if God had said again, as in the first creation," Let there be light." There is no sound of gatheringhosts, no sign of kindling flames, no shaking of thehills to herald the coming change. And yet, if wehad passed from darkness to day, from midnight tomorning, but once in our lives, we should witness thechange with more wonder and we should describe itwith more joy than we feel in reading Moses' accountof the first creation.The gloom and the horror of the night vanish.