over the cooling teacups.

"It is all, all a simple shepherd psalm," he began. "See how it
runs through the round of shepherd life from first word to last."

"With softly modulated voice that had the rhythm of music and the
hush of veneration in it, he quoted: "'_The Lord is my shepherd; I
shall not want_.'"

"There is the opening strain of its music; in that chord is sounded
the keynote which is never lost till the plaintive melody dies away
at the song's end. All that follows is that thought put in varying
light."

I wish it were possible to reproduce here the light in his face and
the interchange of tones in his mellow voice as he went on. He
talked of how the varied needs of the sheep and the many-sided care
of the shepherd are pictured with masterly touch in the short
sentences of the psalm.

"Each is distinct and adds something too precious to be merged and
lost," he said.

"'_He maketh me to lie down in green pastures_,'--nourishment,
rest. '_He leadeth me beside the still waters_,'--the scene
changes and so does the meaning. You think here of quietly flowing
streams; so you get one more picture of rest; but you miss one of
the finest scenes in shepherd life and one of the rarest blessings
of the soul that is led of God. All through the day's roaming the
shepherd keeps one thing in mind. He must lead his flock to a