it;

IT WAS CHRIST.

On the Damascus road they met, and from that hour his life was
absorbed in His. The effect could not but follow--on words, on deeds,
on career, on creed. The "impressed forces" did their vital work. He
became like Him Whom he habitually loved. "So we all," he writes,
"reflecting as a mirror the glory of Christ, are changed into the same
image."

Nothing could be more simple, more intelligible, more natural, more
supernatural. It is an analogy from an every-day fact. Since we are
what we are by the impacts of those who surround us, those who
surround themselves with the highest will be those who change into the
highest. There are some men and some women in whose company we are

ALWAYS AT OUR BEST.

While with them we cannot think mean thoughts or speak ungenerous
words. Their mere presence is elevation, purification, sanctity. All
the best stops in our nature are drawn out by their intercourse, and
we find a music in our souls that was never there before. Suppose even
_that_ influence prolonged through a month, a year, a lifetime, and
what could not life become? Here, even on the common plane of life,
talking our language, walking our streets, working side by side, are
sanctifiers of souls; here, breathing through common clay, is Heaven;
here, energies charged even through a temporal medium with the virtue
of regeneration. If to live with men, diluted to the millionth degree
with the virtue of the Highest, can exalt and purify the nature, what