said.  ’It is not one who comes, but many; and though he falls he will rise again.’  And once more he shouted aloud, bending down against the rocks, so that they caught his voice; and the sweet air from the skies came behind him in a great gust like a summer storm, and carried it into all the echoing hollows of the hills.  And the little Pilgrim knew that he shouted to all who came to take courage and not to fear.  And this time there rose upwards many faint and wavering sounds that did not stir the air, but made it tingle with a vibration of the great distance and the unknown depths; and then again all was still.  They stood for a time intent upon the great silence and darkness which swept up all sight and sound, and then the little Pilgrim once more turned her eyes towards her companion, and he began again his wonderful tale.

’He who had been the first to found the city, and who was the most wise of any, though the rage was in him like all the rest, and the disappointment and the anguish, yet would not yield.  And he called upon us for another trial, to make a picture which should be the greatest that ever was painted; and each one of us, small or great, who had been of that art in the dear life, took share in the rivalry and the emulation, so that on every side there was a fury and a rush, each man with his band of supporters about him struggling and swearing that his was the best.  Not that they loved the work or the beauty of the work, but to keep down the gnawing in their hearts, and to have something for which they could still fight and storm, and for a little forget.’

‘I was one who had been among the highest.’  He spoke not with pride, but in a low and deep voice which went to the heart of the listener, and brought the tears to her eyes.  It was not like that of the painter in the heavenly city, who rejoiced and was glad in his work, though he was but as a humble workman, serving those who were more great.  But this man had the sorrow of greatness in him, and the wonder of those who can do much, to find how little they can do.  ‘My veins,’ he said, ’were filled with fire, and my heart with the rage of a great desire to be first, as I had been first in the days of the gentle life.  And I made my plan to be greater than all the rest, to paint a vast picture like the world, filled with all the glories of life.  In a moment I had conceived what I should do, for my strength was as that of a hundred men; and none of us could rest or breathe till it was accomplished, but flung ourselves upon this new thing as upon water in the desert.  Oh, my little sister, how can I tell you; what words can show forth this wonderful thing?  I stood before my great canvas with all those who were of my faction pressing upon me, noting every touch I made, shouting, and saying, “He will win! he will win!” when lo! there came a mystery and a wonder into that place.  I had arranged men and women before me according to all the devices of art, to serve as my models, that nature might be in my picture, and life; but when I looked I saw them not, for between them and me had come a Face.’