Museum than the picture of Joseph when he sees his little brother
among his brethren:--

"And he lifted up his eyes, and saw his brother Benjamin, his
mother's son, and said, Is this your younger brother, of whom ye
spake to me? And he said, God be gracious unto thee, my son.

"And Joseph made haste; for his bowels did yearn upon his brother:
and he sought where to weep; and he entered into his chamber, and
wept there."

The whole of the forty-fifth chapter is touching and beautiful beyond
all criticism, transcending all art. To read it is to believe every
word of it to be true, and to recognise the sublimity of such a
relation.

No narrative of the great Greek writers reaches the heart so directly
and poignantly as does this astonishing story. It moves swiftly and
surely along from incident to incident till Joseph's loving soul can
contain itself no more:--

"Then Joseph could not refrain himself before all of them that
stood by him; and he cried, Cause every man to go out from me.

"And there stood no man with him, while Joseph made himself known
unto his brethren.

"And he wept aloud: and the Egyptians and the house of Pharaoh
heard.