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meet a king of men, I a Saviour of souls.ā€

He paused with the look often seen when people are struggling, with introverted effort, to disentangle a thought which is either too high for quick discernment or too subtle for simple expression.

ā€œLet me try, O son of Hur,ā€ he said, directly, ā€œand help you to a clear understanding of my belief; then it may be, seeing how the spiritual kingdom I expect him to set up can be more excellent in every sense than anything of mere Caesarean splendor, you will better understand the reason of the interest I take in the mysterious person we are going to welcome.

ā€œI cannot tell you when the idea of a Soul in every man had its origin. Most likely the first parents brought it with them out of the garden in which they had their first dwelling. We all do know, however, that it has never perished entirely out of mind. By some peoples it was lost, but not by all; in some ages it dulled and faded, in others it was overwhelmed with doubts; but, in great goodness, God kept sending us at intervals mighty intellects to argue it back to faith and hope.

ā€œWhy should there be a Soul in every man? Look, O son of Hurā ā€”for one moment look at the necessity of such a device. To lie down and die, and be no moreā ā€”no more foreverā ā€”time never was when man wished for such an end; nor has the man ever been who did not in his heart promise himself something better. The monuments of the nations are all protests against nothingness after death; so are statues and inscriptions; so is history. The greatest of our Egyptian kings had his effigy cutout of a hill of solid rock. Day after day he went with a host in chariots to see the work; at last it was finished, never effigy so grand, so enduring: it looked like himā ā€”the features were his, faithful even in expression. Now may we not think of him saying in that moment of pride, ā€˜Let Death come; there is an afterlife for me!ā€™ He had his wish. The statue is there yet.

ā€œBut what is the afterlife he thus secured? Only a recollection by menā ā€”a glory unsubstantial as moonshine on the brow of the great bust; a story in stoneā ā€”nothing more. Meantime what has become of the king? There is an embalmed body up in the royal tombs which once was hisā ā€”an effigy not so fair to look at as the other out in the Desert. But where, O son of Hur, where is the king himself? Is he fallen into nothingness? Two thousand years have gone since he was a man alive as you and I are. Was his last breath the end of him?

ā€œTo say yes would be to accuse God; let us rather accept his better plan of attaining life after death for usā ā€”actual life, I meanā ā€”the something more than a place in mortal memory; life with going and coming, with sensation, with knowledge, with power and all appreciation; life eternal in term though it may be with changes of condition.

ā€œAsk you what Godā€™s plan is? The gift of a Soul to each of us at birth, with this simple lawā ā€”there shall be no immortality except through the Soul. In that law see the necessity of which I spoke.

ā€œLet us turn from the necessity now. A word as to the pleasure there is in the thought of a Soul in each of us. In the first place, it robs death of its terrors by making dying a change for the better, and burial but the planting of a seed from which there will spring a new life. In the next place, behold me as I amā ā€”weak, weary, old, shrunken in body, and graceless; look at my wrinkled face, think of my failing senses, listen to my shrilled voice. Ah! what happiness to me in the promise that when the tomb opens, as soon it will, to receive the worn-out husk I call myself, the now viewless doors of the universe, which is but the palace of God, will swing wide ajar to receive me, a liberated immortal Soul!

ā€œI would I could tell the ecstasy there must be in that life to come! Do not say I know nothing about it. This much I know, and it is enough for meā ā€”the being a Soul implies conditions of divine superiority. In such a being there is no dust, nor any gross thing; it must be finer than air, more impalpable than light, purer than essenceā ā€”it is life in absolute purity.

ā€œWhat now, O son of Hur? Knowing so much, shall I dispute with myself or you about the unnecessariesā ā€”about the form of my soul? Or where it is to abide? Or whether it eats and drinks? Or is winged, or wears this or that? No. It is more becoming to trust in God. The beautiful in this world is all from his hand declaring the perfection of taste; he is the author of all form; he clothes the lily, he colors the rose, he distils the dewdrop, he makes the music of nature; in a word, he organized us for this life, and imposed its conditions; and they are such guaranty to me that, trustful as a little child, I leave to him the organization of my Soul, and every arrangement for the life after death. I know he loves me.ā€

The good man stopped and drank, and the hand carrying the cup to his lips trembled; and both Iras and Ben-Hur shared his emotion and remained silent. Upon the latter a light was breaking. He was beginning to see, as never before, that there might be a spiritual kingdom of more import to men than any earthly empire; and that after all a Saviour would indeed be a more godly gift than the greatest king.

ā€œI might ask you now,ā€ said Balthasar, continuing, ā€œwhether this human life, so troubled and brief,

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