of men. In mind and soul and body, in all that it was and had, His humanity suffered. Anticipation of suffering, we know, is agony more acute than even the reality. This accounts for the sadness that so overwhelmed Christ after the Last Supper, and the horror of what was to come that seized Him in Gethsemani and forced from His body the sweat of blood. In the annals of human suffering no fact equally stupendous is recorded, because never was there woe like unto His woe. For over and above the chalice of bodily torture He was to drain to the dregs, He saw with God's eyes the world's sins, the ingratitude of men, Jerusalem's extermination, and the torments of the damned of which Jerusalem's destruction was but a tiny figure. If parents wail so over one son lost, how must He, the infinitely loving Father, have grieved over the loss of millions of His children. So utterly downcast was He that He seems to have dreaded being alone. Misery, they say, loves company. Though nothing was dearer to Christ through life than holy solitude, He now time and again interrupts His prayer to seek His Apostles. A sense of utter loneliness oppressed Him. Judas He saw already negotiating His betrayal, and the other Apostles asleep but sure to flee at the first alarm. In heaven, on earth, or in hell, He found no being who was not either permitting or desiring or actively procuring His destruction. His enemies the Jews, the Gentile Romans and the devils worked for it; His friends, the souls in Limbo longed for it; and His heavenly Father let them have their will. When God permitted
