There was something of the prophetic spirit in the man.  At times the world about him would recede from him, and he would be left, as it were, alone upon some vast immeasurable height, seeing as in a dream the things of God and the mysteries of the heavenlies stretched out before him.  Such a moment came upon him late in that day as he journeyed.  He seemed to see a vast and mighty struggle—­an overturning of thrones, principalities, and powers; a far-reaching upheaval in church and in state; a coming judgment, and a coming glory.

He awoke as from a trance, with his head on fire and his heart hot within him.  Words sprang to his lips, and he gave them utterance with a sense of power not his own.

“The Lord will arise.  He will judge between man and man, between good and evil, between truth and falsehood.  The Lord Himself is our helper.  Of whom shall we be afraid?  He is the upholder of the righteous cause.  Shall we fear what man can do unto us?  The time will come when all shall come to the knowledge of the truth; He has promised, and His word cannot fail.  Let us put our trust and confidence in Him, and fear no evil, even though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death.  He will be with us to the end, and will overcome in us, when we are too weak to overcome for ourselves.”

The shades of evening were beginning to fall, and when the reaction set in after this period of spiritual exultation, Garret found himself somewhat weary and exhausted.  He had not slept at all during the previous night, and he had been afoot from earliest dawn.  He had accomplished a long day’s journey, and had only eaten a little bread and drunk of the water of the brooks he had passed on his road.  He began to desire the shelter of a roof and the cheering warmth of a fire, for the wind had risen, and blew upon him with keen and nipping cold, and his feet were sore from his long travel over rough ground.

He had breasted the rise of a long incline, and now stood at its crest, looking rather wistfully and eagerly over the darkening landscape in search of some human habitation.  He knew to a certain extent where he was, and that within some few miles there was a monastic establishment of some repute.  But five miles seemed a weary way to him now, and a sense of repulsion had come over him at the thought of presenting himself at any monastery in his priestly garb.  Not that he in any sort repudiated the sacred calling, but he felt that if the truth were known the monks would regard him as a wolf in sheep’s clothing; and he was experiencing a sense of distaste for any sort of subterfuge, whilst hesitating about giving himself up, lest he should be deserting the cause he had at heart by robbing it of one of its most active members.  If the Lord had work for him still to do, how gladly would he do it!

As he remained resting awhile on the hilltop, and gazing about him in search of some indication of human habitation, he suddenly saw the beam of some small light glimmering through the increasing darkness; and uttering an exclamation of pleasure, he bent his steps in its direction, confident of finding some human habitation at last.