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Jesus, in his last hours, said to his disciples, "My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you." And then he went out into the darkness and the tempest, to be deserted by his disciples; to be arrested and brought before a fraudulent tribunal for a mock trial; to pass from condemnation by that court to another trial before a cowardly judge who believed him innocent but dared not acquit him; to hear the voices of the mob crying for his blood; to be scourged, spit upon, insulted; to be crowned with thorns and clothed with purple in derision of his royalty; to see the sword piercing the heart of his own mother, and an unspeakable dread settling down upon the heart of his beloved disciple. And in it all he was the one serene, unperturbed spirit, facing calmly the taunts of his enemies and the torturing sorrows of his friends, speaking hope to the penitent brigand at his side, and comfort to the weeping mother at the foot of his cross.

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