'The archangel Uriel, one of the seven
Who in God's presence, nearest to his throne,
Stand ready at his command, and are his eyes.
That run through all the heavens, or down to the earth,
Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
O'er sea and land.'"
Faith listened, evidently with a pleased ear.
"But I suppose the angel could come as well without the sunbeam as with it?"
"I suppose so!" he said smiling. "In my belief, angels go where the sunbeams do not. But Milton chose to name Uriel as the special regent of the sun, and so passing to and fro on its rays."
"What do you mean by 'regent,' Mr. Linden?"
"A regent is one appointed to rule in place of the king."
"But that don't seem to me true, Mr. Linden," said Faith after a little meditation.
"What, and why?"
Faith blushed at finding herself 'in for it,' but went on.
"I don't suppose the sun wants anybody to rule it or to take care of it, under its Maker?"