Many of the ideas in th e preceding sketch are derived from the following hymn :-
AthaTva veda, iv. 16.
The mighty lord on high our deeds, as if at hand, espies; 'I'he gods know all men do, though men would fain th eir
acts disguise : Whoever stands, whoever mov es, or steals from place to
place, Or hid es him in his secret cell,- t he gods his movemen ts
t race. Wh erever two tog ether plot, and deem they are alone , Ki ng Varuna is there , a thi rd, and all t he ir schemes are
kn own. This earth is his, to him belong those vast an d boundless
skies ; Both seas within him rest, and yet in th at small pool he
lies. Wh oever far beyond t he sky should think his way to
wmg, H e could not there elude the grasp of Varuna the king. H is spies, descending from the skies, glide all t his world
around ; Their th ousand eyes all-scanning sweep to ear th's remotest
bound. Wh ate'er exists in heaven and earth, what e'er beyond
th e skies, Before the eyes of Varuna, the king, unfolded lies. The ceaseless winkings all he counts of every mortal' s
eyes, H e wields this universal frame as gameste r throws his
dice. Th ose knotted nooses which thou fling'st, 0 god, the bad
to snare, All liars let them overtake, but all the truthful spare .