THE brilliant sunshine of Southern Italy afforded us a very pleasant experience this spring. We are all aware that the light exposes and reveals what an object really is, but somehow or other, such is the radiance of the Italian sun, that it sheds its own glory over all upon which it shines. The very rags of the peasants look beautiful under its influence—walls of houses, none too clean, shine like gold—indeed every object is robed in garments of light. It was a pleasant experience as applied to our glorious Sun on high. In His light how beautiful will all His saints appear! They will be robed in the glory of His radiance, made lovely in and by His brightness. The peasants appeared glorious in the sunlight; out of it they were but poor and ragged. And whatever worthy things the Lord may find in His own, He will render them exceeding in beauty by His own personal grace. Without Him we should all be but beggars and poor and miserable.