not the will of God, nor even the good desire of humble nature, but only that which pleased his sick fancies and his self-loving heart.  And they besought him with a thousand arguments to return and choose again the better way.  ‘Arise,’ they cried, ’thou, miserable, and become great; arise, thou vain soul, and become noble.  Take thy birthright, O son, and behold the face of the Father.’  And then there came a whispering of lower voices, very penetrating and sweet, like the voices of women and children, who murmured and cried, ’O father!  O brother!  O love!  O my child!’ The man who was the accused, yet who was the judge, listened; and his heart burned, and a longing arose within him for the face of the Father and the better way.  But then there came a clang and clamor of sound on the other side; and voices called out to him as comrade, as lover, as friend, and reminded him of the delights which once had been so sweet to him, and of the freedom he loved; and boasted the right of man to seek what was pleasant and what was sweet, and flouted him as a coward whose aim was to save himself, and scorned him as a believer in old wives’ tales and superstitions that men had outgrown.  And their voices were so vehement and full of passion that by times they mastered the others, so that it was as if a tempest raged round the soul which sat in the midst, and who was the offender and yet the judge of all.

The two spectators watched the conflict, as those who watch the trial upon which hangs a man’s life.  It seemed to the little Pilgrim that she could not keep silent, and that there were things which she could tell him which no one knew but she.  She put her hand upon the arm of the Sage and called to him, ’Speak you, speak you! he will hear you; and I too will speak, and he will not resist what we say.’  But even as she said this, eager and straining against her companion’s control, the strangest thing ensued.  The man who was set there to judge himself and his life; he who was the criminal, yet august upon his seat, to weigh all and give the decision; he before whom all those great advocates were pleading,—­a haze stole over his eyes.  He was but a man, and he was weary, and subject to the sway of the little over the great, the moment over the life, which is the condition of man.  While yet the judgment was not given or the issue decided, while still the pleadings were in his ears, in a moment his head dropped back upon his pillow, and he fell asleep.  He slept like a child, as if there was no evil, nor conflict, nor danger, nor questions, more than how best to rest when you are weary, in all the world.  And straightway all was silent in the place.  Those who had been conducting this great cause departed to other courts and tribunals, having done all that was permitted them to do.  And the man slept, and when it was noon woke and remembered no more.

The Sage led the little Pilgrim forth in a great confusion, so that she could not speak for wonder.  But he said, ’This sleep also was from the Father; for the mind of the man was weary, and not able to form a judgment.  It is adjourned until a better day.’