from the lips of Christ it took a new reality. As he spoke it, the moral law was not only brought to its deepest roots and made complete, but it was also made the law of the heart. Yet no ; not quite complete. One great point was still left undetermined. Love to God, love to my neighbor, the substance of the law was. Yes; but who is my neighbor? In the old time under Moses it was, not man, but a brother-Hebrew. Nay, narrower than that, it was confined to Hebrews not unclean, not slaves, etc. Even when ages had gone by, and when prophets seemed to catch wider glimpses, broad lightning-flashes of duty, illuminating a broader neighborhood, a wider landscape of humanity, it was, like the lightning, only for a moment, and then the THE GOOD SAMARITAN. 225 broad vision seemed to contract itself again into as nar-row a neighborhood as at the first, so that at the time of Christ the wall of partition still rose around them like a citadel thronged with fiery shapes of hate, of prejudice, of war, against the whole earth.