ADDRESSES 227 



scenes penned by the writers of Holy Writ two thousand 

 years ago are repeated to-day unchanged. 



Rebekah still lets down her pitcher at the wayside foun- 

 tain, and helps the thirsty Labans to a refreshing draught. 



The tender Ruths still glean where Boaz reaps. 



The Miriams still dance and sing the song of triumph, 

 as they go forth to welcome home their conquering heroes. 



The women still in humble posture grind their corn, as, 

 sitting on the ground, they whirl the upper grindstone round 

 upon the nether one. 



Still, at the evening meal, reclined about the table, raised 

 but a few inches from the floor, they dip their piece of un- 

 leavened bread into the common dish, just as in the days 

 when Jesus said, "He that dippeth his hand with me in the 

 dish, the same shall betray me." 



