ies have for so many years breathed through my soul in the better hours of life, and which I trust and believe will ere long unite themselves into a symphony not all unworthy the sublime theme, but furnishing some equivalent expression for the trouble and wrath of life, for its sorrow and its mystery.
This of course refers to the great poetic design of his life, Christus, a Mystery, of which he wrote again on December 10, 1849, A bleak and dismal day. Wrote in the morning The Challenge of Thor as prologue or Introitus to the second part of Christus. This he laid aside; just a month from that time he records in his diary, In the evening, pondered and meditated the sundry scenes of Christus.
Later, he wrote some half dozen scenes or more of The Golden Legend which is Part Second of Christus, representing the mediaeval period.
He afterwards wished, on reading Kingsley's Saint's Tragedy, that he had chosen the theme of Elizabeth of Hungary in place of the minor one employed (Der Ar