ITS power over man has, need we say? been obstinately and long resisted—but resisted in vain. For ages, has this artless, loosely-piled little Book been exposed to the fire of the keenest investigation—a fire which meanwhile has consumed contemptuously the mythology of the Iliad, the husbandry of the Georgics, the historical truth of Livy, the fables of Shaster, the Talmud, and the Koran, the artistic merit of many a popular poem, the authority of many a work of philosophy and science. And yet, there the Bible lies, unhurt, untouched, with not one of its pages singed, with not even the smell of fire having passed upon it. Many an attempt has been made to scare away this "Fiery Pillar" of our wanderings, or to prove it a mere natural product of the wilderness; but still, night after night, rises, like one of the sure and everlasting stars, in the vanguard of the great march of man, the old column, guiding slowly, but guiding certainly to future lands of promise, both in the life that is, and in that which cometh hereafter.