the last supper painting

the last supper painting
of the sect of Jesus. As His disciple I adopt His pure, His
merciful, His benignant doctrines. I advocate them: I am sworn to
spread them. Won in youth to religion, she has cultivated my
original qualities thus:- From the minute germ, natural affection, she
has developed the overshadowing tree, philanthropy. From the wild
stringy root of human uprightness, she has reared a due sense of the
Divine justice. Of the ambition to win power and renown for my
wretched self, she has formed the ambition to spread my Master's
kingdom; to achieve victories for the standard of the cross. So much
the last supper painting
has religion done for me; turning the original materials to the best
account; pruning and training nature. But she could not eradicate
nature: nor will it be eradicated "till this mortal shall put on
immortality."'
Having said this, he took his hat, which lay on the table beside my
palette. Once more he looked at the portrait.
'She is lovely,' he murmured. 'She is well named the Rose of the
World, indeed!'
'And may I not paint one like it for you?'
'Cui bono? No.'
He drew over the picture the sheet of thin paper on which I was the last supper painting