A great monarch was accustomed on certain set occasions for all the beggars of the city. Around him were placed beggars, all clothed in rich apparel; the beggars sat at the table in their rags of poverty. Now it came to pass, a certain day, one of the courtiers had spoiled his silken apparel, so that he dared not put it on, and he felt, 'I cannot go to the king's feast to-day, for my robe is foul.' He sat weeping till the thought struck him, 'To-morrow when the king holds his feast, some will come as courtiers happily decked in their beautiful array, but others will come and be made quite as welcome who will be dressed in rags. Well, well,' said he, 'so long as I may see the king's face, and sit at the royal table, I will enter among the beggars.' So without mourning because he had lost his silken habit, he put on the rags of a beggar, and he saw the king's face as well as if he had worn his scarlet and fine linen. My soul has done this many a time, when her evidences of salvation have been dim; and I bid you do the same when you are in like case: only do come with simple faith to him, and you shall receive joy and peace.