August 12 we left Switzerland to visit the Sabbath-keepers in Northern Italy. Our trip over the Alps gave us an opportunity of seeing much that was grand and picturesque. Some of the mountains we went over; others we went under through tunnels, of which there are many, varying from a few rods to many miles in length. One of these, under Mount Cenis, through which we passed, is eleven miles long. Fresh air is forced into this tunnel and some others by machinery. We passed copper mines, slate quarries, and lime rock in abundance. In some places smoke was issuing in large volumes from the sides of the mountains, many hundred feet from the valleys below. We were told that this proceeded from furnaces in which ore is melted. In some instances cars containing ore were conducted down the mountain on wires, extending from the place of operation to the base of the mountain, hundreds of feet below. In other places these cars ran down on a track. What seemed most remarkable was the manner in which the sides of the mountains are cultivated. It would seem that every available square rod of land is made to produce wheat or grapes. Walls and terraces hold the soil in place. Flat stones of enormous size, in which the mountains in some localities abound, are also set up edgeways for the same purpose.
Grain and other produce is conveyed to the bottom of the mountains on wooden sleds, also in large cloth sacks, much larger than bed-ticks, on the backs of burros. These sacks are so much larger than the animal that carries them that we could only see its head, when in front of it, and the lower part of its legs. Women are employed even in the heaviest part of harvesting as commonly as are the men.
We next visited the Waldensian Valley in Northern Italy. In this valley, and on the sides of the mountain, we found a few who observe the Sabbath of the Lord. The truth was first brought here by Eld. M. B. Czechowski, eighteen years ago, and Sr. Revel has observed the Sabbath since that time, although in this respect her husband is not with her. She is a woman of intelligence and piety. In the locality where she lives, the mountains are so steep, and the rocks are such, that a description of them would seem incredible to those unacquainted with the place. The soil is worked by men and women instead of animals. From five hundred to one thousand feet up the mountains, we found some who have recently commenced to keep the Sabbath from reading Les Signes des Temps. The people generally in this section of the country, understand the German, French, and Italian languages, but they speak a mixture of the last two. We never witnessed a greater desire to have the truth explained than in some of the families which we visited, although it was with great difficulty that we could speak to them. Bro. Gardner translated what we said into French, and some member of the family rendered it in their native tongue. When we bowed in prayer, and each prayed in his own language, the melting Spirit of God rested upon us.
On the Sabbath we met with the friends at the house of Bro. Frarias, who is a Baptist evangelist. Some twelve or fifteen were present. We gathered around a large table, and each took his Bible, French, Italian, or English, and found that the same truths were taught in all. Could our American brethren have looked in upon us, and witnessed the free flow of tears on the part of some, they would have been convinced that the Spirit of God is not hindered in its operations by national barriers. The friends at this place had previously held no religious meetings; but one brother who is an educated man, understanding the Greek, English, French, and Italian languages appointed a meeting at his house the next Sabbath, and two who had not been keeping the Sabbath said that they should attend.
A VISIT TO THE CAVES FORMERLY INHABITED BY THE WALDENSES.
At 4:30 A. M. we started to visit some of the caves upon the mountains among the rocks, where the Vaudois hid themselves in the time of the persecution. In one cave three hundred persons were concealed for some time. Women and children were taken into it by means of ropes. So difficult is the passage to this cave that only a few visitors, even with the use of ropes, have ever entered it. We at first were obliged to lay aside our coats. Then, after creeping a short distance, we removed our shoes and stockings so as to more firmly cling to the sides of the rocks. A single misstep would cause one to fall hundreds of feet down the ledges upon nothing but rocks. We insisted upon entering the cave, but our guide persistently refused. He had never entered it himself. Taking his position between us and the only access to it, no entreaty on our part could prevail upon him to let us pass. Finally, seeing that we were determined to make the attempt, he first entered the cave, which had to be done by going down feet first, some thirty or forty feet. He then came back, and by placing his feet and showing him where to place his hands, piloted Bro. Gardner into it. I only ventured far enough to look in.
There is another cave more easy of access, into which, through an aperture in the rock, a person goes down into utter darkness for half an hour. The thought of people living in such places as these, where to sustain life the men were obliged to search for food during the day, enabled us to form some idea of the terribleness of the persecution which this people endured.
A branch of the Inquisition which existed in the valley has recently been repaired. In it were found skeletons with the head downward, thus indicating the terrible death which these persons must have suffered. We visited this place and saw these bones. Many families whose ancestors were of these persecuted people, now live on the mountains in this vicinity. We called upon some of them and were interested and surprised by their familiarity with the Scriptures. They were an unusually clear-minded and intelligent people, hospitable in the extreme. They related to us many interesting circumstances connected with the persecution which their forefathers experienced. They also told us that there were some who in those times observed the seventh day, and that a few copies of an ancient history were in existence, which gave an account of them.
Judging from our experience, a good work might be accomplished with this people, could some faithful man who could speak to them in their own, or the French language, spend some time in their midst. When they saw that the Bible read as we said it did, it was a sufficient argument for them, and they would exclaim, "It must be so." They manifested a reverence for the Scriptures which is seldom seen in these last days. We offered to pay our hostess of whom we took refreshments; but she would take nothing. Said she, "You have given us much light; you have done us so much good," etc. We have never longed to speak a foreign tongue so much as since coming to Europe and finding those who were longing for a knowledge of the truth. Sometimes when we have taken the French Bible to assist in looking out references, etc., it has seemed to us that the Spirit of God especially helped. God has a scattered people everywhere, of every nation, kindred, tongue, and people. It is true that God is preparing the way before us in a remarkable manner. Laborers who can visit from house to house, meet the people where they are, are wanted in these times. With such persons God's angels will co-operate, and they will eventually rejoice in the fruit of their labor in the kingdom of God. The laws in Italy relating to religious privileges seem to be all that could be desired.
S. N. HASKELL.
Healdsburgh, California.
By W. M. Healey
I returned, August 9, from my business trip to Minnesota, which has occupied my time for the past few months. I regretted being so long absent from the California Conference, where there is so much to be done; but I availed myself of the opportunity to visit several of our churches in Minnesota, and to attend the camp-meeting there. Minnesota is a good field of labor, and, like many others, is in need of help. Since my return I have visited the Petaluma Church, and found them still trusting, although they have met with great loss in the death of some of their number. But how much better for them to rest in the care of Jesus, than to turn back to the world, as some have done.
I have pitched a tent here, and have held two meetings with fair audiences. I expect to continue the meetings till camp-meeting, and hope to prepare the way for it, and see some good done. Pray for the cause here.
September 3, 1882. W. M. Healey.
Good Qualities Run Wild
MANY a man's vices have been at first nothing worse than good qualities run wild.
The Gain of Sparing
THERE is no gain so certain as that which arises from sparing what you have.
Lighting Others.
Mr Moody tells of a blind beggar sitting by the sidewalk on a dark night with a bright lantern by his side, whereat a passer-by was so puzzled that he had to turn back with, "What in the world do you keep a lantern burning for? You can't see!" "So't folks won't stumble over me," was the reply. We should keep our lights brightly burning for others' sake as well as for the good of being "in the light" ourselves.
A Missionary Potato.
The Charleston (S. C.) Christian Advocate tells a story of a missionary potato. Two poor but pious boys named Holt, who went to a little backwoods church in Southern Illinois, were regretting that they had not even a nickel to give to the heathen, for whom a contribution was to be taken up that day. Seeing a potato which some one had dropped, one of them said, half in fun, "You remember about the widow's mite; we might give that potato." The other agreed; but the plan at first proposed, to cut the tuber in two and each put a half on the plate when it came round, was changed. That would hardly look well, and might make trouble unless they had an opportunity to explain; so they agreed to take the potato home; plant it in a good spot, and donate the proceeds to the missions. In the fall, the Lord of the harvest blest it, and they raised forty-one splendid potatoes. Sold at the ordinary price, they would not have brought more than twenty-five cents, perhaps, but the Holt boys were as ingenious as they were pious, and after washing them carefully, they pasted on each a slip of paper, on which these words were written: "This is a missionary potato; its price is ten cents; it will be sold only to one who is willing to take a pledge that he will plant it in the spring, and give every one of its children to missions." When there was to be an all-day meeting at the church, with visitors from abroad, they took their potatoes along, and they went off like hot cakes, enabling the Holt boys to contribute the handsome little sum of $2.05 each for the conversion of the world. But the final results of this missionary potato enterprise, if the scheme of the brothers Holt is faithfully carried out, will be to fill the mission treasury to bursting, and drug the market to an extent hitherto unprecedented.—Sel.
San Juan, California.
By Isaac Morrison; F. T. Lamb
WE have been holding meetings in this place since August 23. The attendance has been good and is increasing. Last night we spoke upon the Change of the Sabbath; the tent was filled with people, including four ministers. A Methodist minister and his family have attended regularly, and have invited us to take dinner with them. The Congregationalist minister of this place had an appointment for last evening, but withdrew it and attended our meeting. The people are very friendly towards us. Some have brought us provisions, and have invited us to their houses.
One man has offered us his horse and buggy to use as long as we remain here. Our contribution box has received $6.55.
We have held several meetings in a school-house three miles from town. Yesterday afternoon the congregation was too large for the school-house, so we adjourned to meet in a grove near by. If there is as much zeal manifested in obeying as there has been in hearing the truth, we will see some fruit of our labor here. We are thankful to God for the evidence that his Spirit is already striving with some; and we pray that a greater portion of his Spirit may rest upon us, that we may feel the burden of the message, and have a greater love for those who have not given their hearts to God.
ISAAC MORRISON, F. T. LAMB.
Sept. 4, 1882.
Training the Little Ones.
By Nellie Burns
Some time since, as I stood with other waiting customers in a dry-goods store, a fashionably dressed lady entered, accompanied by a fair, flaxen-haired little girl of about five years of age. They had just left a confectioner's stand, and as the result of her purchase the mother carried in her hand a paper of candy. As they approached the place where I was standing, I heard the child teasing for the candy. The mother refused to give it to her, and her rather mild teasing assumed the form of a half crying command, and upon being reproached in an impatient tone by the mother, and again refused, she threw herself at full length upon the floor, and indulged in such a series of kickings and screamings as to attract the attention of everyone in the store. The mortified mother hastily assured the child that if she would get up, and be a good girl, she would give her the candy; upon which assurance the little victor arose, and after securing her prize, looked around on her spectators with the smile and air of one who had conquered. On the faces of those who had witnessed the scene there was an amused expression, but to me there was nothing in the sight to produce a smile. Such an outburst of temper, and such a conquest on the part of that little girl had a deeper significance than was at first apparent to those witnesses.
When I thought how ignorant she was of what was right and wrong, and how dependent was her conduct on the teaching she received, I knew she was not to blame for this act. If her mother had taught her no lessons of obedience, and she had been allowed to indulge in such conduct at home, it made but little difference to her as to the time and place of giving vent to her enraged feeling. So, instead of reproaching her for being guilty of this most repulsive act, I pitied her for being the victim of so wretched and ruinous a form of parental government. If, in the short space of her young life, the discipline she had received had been productive of such bad behavior, there could be no doubt that it would in time destroy all the natural goodness in the child's nature. My thoughts then turned to the future, the time she would so much need that strength of character which is the result of good training. With neither patience nor self-government, how ill-prepared she would be to battle with the trials and temptations that would come to her life. And yet, how could she possess such qualities of mind if there were no thought given to her training by those who had the care and control of her life in their keeping? I then thought of the mother. How faultless in her attire, and how pleasing in her address to strangers! Could it be that the mortification which she suffered at the conduct of her child was the worst feature of the affair to her mind? Did she not understand the meaning of the word that defined her position to the little one—that of mother? The very name suggests the duties that she owed to her child—the duty of guarding the susceptible young mind from all influence of a corrupting nature; of teaching her lessons of obedience, patience, unselfishness, and the beauty of governing her temper. When her child was first able to understand, if she had commenced the training of the young mind with a discipline adapted to the baby comprehension, and patiently, kindly but firmly persevered in her work, there would have been no such ill behavior on the part of the little one as was manifested on this occasion.
From my own experience in dealing with children, I know they very soon learn if they are to govern or be governed. And as gratifying to their wishes is the only thought by which they are guided, they become the severest little tyrants if there is no restraint on their actions.
This subject of commencing aright the training of our children is one of too much importance to be treated with indifference by parents. The standard of principles impressed on the child's mind greatly influences its actions in after life; and it not only affects the happiness of individuals and families, but our nation's prosperity is also involved. For these little ones who gather around our firesides and look to us for protection and guidance will some day assume control of public trusts and responsibilities, and their strength to perform well their duty, and resist evil temptations will depend much on the status of honor and principles received when a child. We have heard mothers bemoan the waywardness of their children, and the unhappiness brought to their own lives in consequence; and yet these same mothers, when their children were small, did not consider them of sufficient importance to be willing to give much time or thought to their training. They considered their duty as fully done when they had supplied their physical needs, and the little ones were left to seek the companionship and employment that best suited their tastes.
In a distant city, in which I lived several years ago, a young man lay in prison awaiting the day of his execution, that would cut short his life, while yet so young. A few doors from where I resided, his father and mother lived, and although but a little past middle life their bent forms and haggard faces gave them the appearance of being much older. Go with me back to this young man's childhood, and I will give you his history as it was given to me by those who had always known him. His father was a prominent business man, and so engrossed was he in the art of making money that little of his thoughts were given to the training of this boy, who was their only child. The mother was a devotee of fashions and amusements, and spent her time and energy in winning the admiration of the outside world, while but little of her life was given to the interests of her home and family. She secured the services of a woman who gave her child all necessary care until he was three years of age, so that her life of gayety flowed on uninterrupted. Every comfort and luxury that wealth could furnish was supplied the little one, and as there was no restraint on his actions, and no parental government to guide his young life, he soon became a veritable little tyrant. His parents were from home most of the time, and as he tired of the society of the servants, he sought for other companionship on the street, and being bright and active, he proved an apt scholar to the corrupt teachings of his new associates. As soon as he was old enough, he entered school, and as he had known no submission or discipline at home, he was a source of great trouble to his teachers; and after attending for several years, so annoying did his conduct become that he was threatened with expulsion if he did not improve in his behavior.
After hearing of numerous complaints of their boy, the parents seemed to realize for the first time that perhaps they had not given as much thought to his training as they should have done, and decided to make amends by being stricter in their control over him for the future. But no; the time when they should have gained control over him was past. There had been a time when his tender mind would have yielded to their teachings; but so strong was the fascination now of evil influences around him that it was in vain they urged him to lead a different life. As year succeeded year his conduct grew worse, and when he reached his young manhood so dissolute had his habits become that he was an object of reproach by all who knew him. His parents were willing enough now to give some time that they might turn him from his wicked course. They plead, coaxed, hired, and did everything in their power to influence him; but it was of no avail. He seemed to have lost all love and respect for them, while, on their part, they never knew the strength of their affection for their child until they saw him in such great danger. It was on an occasion when he had been drinking a good deal, that in a fit of ungoverned temper he took the life of a worthy young man. It is useless to attempt a description of the misery that was caused by this act. The murdered man had parted from parents and sisters as usual one morning, and in a few hours he was carried home to them a corpse, while over the lives of the murderer's parents there settled a darkness which was blacker than that of the grave, and which wealth, power, and social pleasures were powerless to remove.
Ah, the misery that was pictured in the mother's face can never be described, and the father's bent form and despairing look were pitiful to behold! Their son was tried, condemned to die, and in a few months paid the penalty of his crime on the gallows. Can it be possible that this was the little prattler that once brightened their home, and whose life seemed so innocent and harmless that no training was considered necessary to guard him against evil? His mother had doubtless looked forward to the time when he would be the source of much pleasure to their lives, and an ornament to their home and society; but she did not realize until it was too late, that for him to possess so desirable a character required work and sacrifices on her part; the work of constantly guarding the young mind from evil influences, and of inculcating right principles therein, and the sacrifice of yielding up the pleasures of her life when they conflict with her duty in training him.
Let me say to the mothers: If you would have your children grow up to a noble manhood and womanhood, an honor to society, and a blessing to your declining years, there is a great work for you to do. It is a work, too, that has its season; and if the time passes by with it unperformed, your whole after life may be spent in regrets of your negligence and thoughtlessness in performing this duty.—Nellie Burns, in Christian Union.
True Politeness.
THERE is a difference between politeness and etiquette. Etiquette can be declined, classified, formulated. You can tell young people to take their soup from the side of their spoons; to eat with their forks; not to make a noise in eating; and all these and countless more injunctions are important. But I would rather eat a hundred dinners with my knife than laugh one malicious laugh at some one else who did so.
No error in conventional breeding, mortifying as such errors are, is one-quarter so serious as the least rudeness which has its root in the heart, and springs from innate disregard of the rights or feelings of others.
It was not the least royal act of good Queen Caroline when, seeing at one of her little tea-parties two ladies from the country who poured their tea into their saucers to cool, she looked with stern reproof at some of her maids of honor, who were laughing behind their fans, and reassured her guests by tranquilly pouring her own tea into her saucer and drinking it.
Good manners are to a person what perfume is to a flower; something which is necessary to make even beauty lovely. Their very essence is sympathy.
I do not think a true Christian could possibly be anything else but well-bred, though there are plenty of gruff and uncivil members of churches. But not one who has taken the gospel of Christ into his heart, who loves his neighbor as himself and blesses even his enemy, can be anything but truly polite, however he might, through lack of social experience, offend against some of the canons of etiquette. To learn to put yourself instinctively in another person's place is the grand secret of true politeness.
Two ladies had met often at the houses of their common friends, and had been introduced to each other once or twice on such occasions. Of course, according to strict etiquette, such an introduction does not bind people to recognize each other afterward. One day, these ladies of whom I speak, met in the midst of a little group of people.
"Good morning, Mrs. B," said Mrs. A, "I think you must be very near-sighted, for you never know me though we've met so often."
"You mistake," was Mrs. B's reply. "I am not at all near-sighted," and with the coldest of bows she moved away.
Her object, no doubt, was to resent what she considered a liberty, and teach Mrs. A. a lesson; but she succeeded only in leaving on the by-standers the impression that she herself, whatever her social position, was not really a lady.
To go into society with the distinct object of making other people happy is to insure that you will be not only at ease, but well-bred.—Ex.
The Home Circle.
By R. Fairchild
SHADOWS FROM OUT THE PAST.
I HAVE been out on the hills to-day,
The dear old hills of my childhood's play;
And as I climbed each rugged steep,
With my toilsome steps wearily slow,
It all came back as a dream in sleep,
How I sprang up the way in the long ago,
Spurning the rocks in my bounding glee,
Or using them for a better view.
It mattered not if the path were free,
Or tangled or rough, or old or new.
The rocks are gray I used to climb;
Covered by mosses the scars of time.
Under the shade of the rustling pines,
Where I played with my happy mates,
Now the brambles wreathe their tangled vines;
While the somber pines, as moaning fates,
As I rested there on the stones unturned,
Seemed mournfully asking their fate—
Weirdly sighing for those I have yearned,
They who have passed through the sunset gate.
Then on and up in the fresh spring breeze,
We clambered and swung on the leafy trees;
For high above, on a beetling rock,
The wild columbines swung their gay bells,
Flaunting their bloom in the winds to mock:
While the bravest scaled the craggy fells,
And waved their trophies high in the air,
Then tossed them to us below with ease;
While we gathered the saxifrage fair,
And in cliffs found pale anemones.
And voices high, then sweet and low,
Came floating from out the long ago;
I heard the ring of a gladsome shout,
From one who sailed for the golden land—
There came wild storms and a tempest's rout,
And he slept on the ocean's shifting sand;
A rippling laugh as notes of a bird,
In tremulous waves thrilled my ear—
Was it out of the skies that I heard
Her voice, so sweetly toned, and so clear?
Our spring has grown into autumn gray;
But few are left toiling up the way;
And some have failed, in battle worn out,
While some have gained the victor's height;
And others are struggling on in doubt.
As we press on up the steeps of light,
New glory-crowned peaks will arise;
And clearly will shine the pathway they trod,
Leading on to the highlands of the skies—
We shall all meet there on the hills of God.
—R. Fairchild, in Christian at Work.
Religious Notes.
—At Andover, Ill., a small country town, there is a Swedish Church numbering but fourteen less than 1,000 members.
—Trinity Church, New York, is the wealthiest religious corporation in the United States, its property being worth $50,000,000.
—A "mile-long" petition from the women of England in favor of Sunday closing was recently presented to Parliament. To this has been added another from the magistrates of England, bearing 3,573 signatures.
—Rev. R. Sailiens, of Marseilles, asserts that infidelity in France has been sown by the small pamphlets and tracts from the pen of Voltaire, rather than by huge books from England and Germany, and urges the need of scattering religious leaflets and small portions of the Scriptures among the people, to counteract the influence of these infidel publications.
—A writer in the Advocate thinks that "if Mr. Pixley were converted clear through he would be a whole camp-meeting in himself. This remark is made in view of his enthusiastic support of the Sunday-Law plank in the late convention. If the Sunday is the "foundation" of religion, he is pretty well converted now, and we may expect soon to see him attach "Rev." to his name.
—The New York Times has collected the following facts with regard to the Sunday-schools of that city. There are now in New York 365 Protestant Sunday-schools, with a membership of 118,008, a gain of 25,000 in the last decade. The Episcopal Church has the largest number of scholars attending its schools; the Presbyterian Church is next. There are churches with a thousand or fifteen hundred members, that have not more than one hundred Sunday-school scholars in direct communication with the church.
—The S. S. Times gives the following incident as a fulfillment of the text, "Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days:" Some years ago the scholars in a Philadelphia Sunday-school contributed for the support and education of a girl in a mission-school in Syria. She grew up, married a Syrian Christian, and the young couple went on missionary service up the Nile. When the recent trouble commenced, they were hurried down the Nile and over to Malta. Huddled with a mass of fugitives, they knew of no one to whom to go for help and sympathy except those in Philadelphia by whom the girl was educated. So without advice or invitation they started on their long journey to America. They patiently sought out the superintendent of that Sunday-school, and the next Sunday the two Syrians were in the school, where, although entire strangers, they felt at home.
—The East Oakland Vidette, in its last issue, gives utterance to some strong language on the Sunday question. Referring to the anti-Sunday plank of the Democratic platform, it says: "He who expects to be elected on such a damnable platform, especially in this country, is no less than an unreasoning fool." And of the man who drew up the plank, it says, "He has kindled a veritable religious war, as vehement in its spirit as ever flamed in the glens of Scotland. Since the conflict has been begun by the powers of darkness, let the fighting go on and the forces continue to be arrayed in solid phalanx." It further says that after the election next fall, "there will be somewhat less difficulty in enforcing the Sunday Law. Some means will be found to improve the judicial perceptions of county justices and municipal Police Courts, and to make the average juror a little more cautious about perjuring his soul." These words will serve to convey to our readers some idea of the spirit of the contest. And yet there are papers that try to have us believe that it does not mean anything.
—The Sunday-schools all over the land are now engaged in the study of the 13th chapter of Mark, and the religious journals are for the time being Adventist papers. Of course in the multitude of comments there are some errors, but there is much that is good. We give below extracts from the various lesson comments:—
"The manner of his coming. 'In clouds with great power and glory.' Not in weakness, as when he came to earth in the manger at Bethlehem. At the hands of men he is no more to suffer shame. The day of his triumph and recognition is coming. The signs of the coming of that day, so provocative of fear and of distress among the enemies of our Lord, will be as encouraging announcements to his servants. 'But when these things begin to come to pass, look up, and lift up your heads; because your redemption draweth nigh.'
"We are told to learn a parable of the fig-tree. 'When her branch is now become tender, and putteth forth its leaves, ye know that summer is nigh.' When that sign is seen, there is no need of an almanac. Each blossom and each leaf are unmistakable announcements of the nearness of summer. Thrilled with a new life, the tree is trying to clothe itself in garments befitting the coming of the season. 'Even so ye also, when ye see these things coming to pass, know ye that he is nigh, even at the doors.' The terrible portents are but as the blossoms and leaves of the fig-tree! They denote that the long-delayed summer season of the world is at hand,—the day of blossoms, of leaves, and of fruit! 'Israel shall blossom and bud, and fill the face of the world with fruit.'"—S. S. Times.
Dr Lyman Abbott comments thus: "If they tell you he is in the desert, go not forth for him; if they say he is hidden in the city, believe it not; for the Son of man, when he does come again, will not come as now, un-recognized and unknown. His coming will be instant, and it will be known to all men. As the lightning flash runs from east to west, and every eye beholds it, so will be the second coming of the Son of man. He shall come to an unexpectant world as the flood came; he shall come a Judge and a King; and so close and searching shall be his judgment that those whose lives are most interwoven, the two laborers in the field, the two grinding at the mill, shall find themselves separated, the one taken and the other left. 'Watch, therefore, for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come.'"