in a well as in a large reservoir or vast expanse, so the various purposes of the Vedas may all be derivable by him that knoweth the Soul.  Dwelling in the heart, and of the measure of the thumb, that illustrious One—­the embodiment of Fullness—­is not an object of sight.  Unborn he moveth, awake day and night.  He that knoweth him, becometh both learned and full of joy.  I am called the mother and father.  I am again the son.  Of all that was, and of all that we will be, I am the Soul.  O Bharata, I am the old grandsire, I am the father, I am the son.  Ye are staying in my soul, yet ye are not mine, nor am I yours!  The Soul is the cause of my birth and procreation.  I am the warp and woof of the universe.  That upon which I rest is indestructible.  Unborn I move, awake day and night.  It is I knowing whom one becometh both learned and full of joy.  Subtler than the subtle, of excellent eyes capable of looking into both the past and the future, Brahman is awake in every creature.  They that knows Him know that Universal Father dwelleth in the heart of every created thing!’”

SECTION XLVII

“Vaisampayana said, ’Thus conversing with Sanat-sujata and the learned Vidura, the king passed that night.  And after the night had passed away, all the princes and chiefs, entered the court-hall with joyous hearts and desirous of seeing that Suta (who had returned).  And anxious to hear the message of Partha’s, fraught with virtue and profit, all the kings with Dhritarashtra at their head, went to that beautiful hall.  Spotlessly white and spacious, it was adorned with a golden floor.  And effulgent as the moon and exceedingly beautiful, it was sprinkled over with sandal-water.  And it was spread over with excellent seats made of gold and wood, and marble and ivory.  And all the seats were wrapped with excellent covers.  And Bhishma and Drona and Kripa and Salya, and Kritavarman and Jayadratha, and Aswatthaman and Vikarna, and Somadatta and Vahlika and Vidura of great wisdom and Yuyutsu, the great car-warrior,—­all these heroic kings in a body, O bull among the Bharatas, having Dhritarashtra at their head, entered that hall of great beauty.  And Dussasana and Chitrasena, and Sakuni, the son of Suvala, and Durmukha and Dussaha, Karna and Uluka and Vivingsati,—­these also, with Duryodhana, the wrathful king of the Kurus, at their head, entered that hall, O monarch, like the celestials forming the train of Sakra himself.  And filled with these heroes possessed of arms like maces of iron, that hall looked, O king, like a mountain-cave filled with lions.  And all these mighty bowmen, endued with great energy and blazing, with solar effulgence, entering the hall, seated themselves on those beautiful seats.  And after all those kings, O Bharata, had taken their seats, the orderly-in-waiting announced the arrival of the Suta’s son, saying, ’Yonder cometh the car that was despatched to the Pandavas.