The Divine Spirit would brood over the dancing, frolicsome waters of our joys. And it is the miracle of grace that when the Lord countenances a joy it is strangely enhanced. He adds sunshine to daylight. He trans mutes happiness into blessedness. He eh dows our delights with heavenly Virtue. The joy Of the Lord becomes our strength. N 0 one has ever tasted really superlative joy until there has brooded over his gladness the transforming and beautifying Spirit Of God. And He will brood over our labour when we are doing our daily business in great waters. He delights to glorify the common lot and common toil. It is His purpose to hallow the commonplace, the vast world of the ordinary in which we earn our daily bread. In The Angelus, in which Millet pictures two peasants, man and woman, standing with bowed heads as the bells Of evening send across the fields the call to prayer, the painter has thrown a softening light not only upon the humble worshippers.