henceforward his life was
fit to rank, for its austerity and single-mindedness, with that of the
most devoted saints. But happy as he became in his strenuous way, he
never got his taste for even the most innocent carnal pleasures back.
We must class him, like Bunyan and Tolstoy, amongst those upon whose
soul the iron of melancholy left a permanent imprint. His redemption
was into another universe than this mere natural world, and life
remained for him a sad and patient trial. Years later we can find him
making such an entry as this in his diary: "On Wednesday the 12th I
preached at a wedding, and had the happiness thereby to be the means of
excluding carnal mirth."

The next case I will give is that of a correspondent of Professor
Leuba, printed in the latter's article, already cited, in vol. vi. of
the American Journal of Psychology. This subject was an Oxford
graduate, the son of a clergyman, and the story resembles in many
points the classic case of Colonel Gardiner, which everybody may be
supposed to know. Here it is, somewhat abridged:--

"Between the period of leaving Oxford and my conversion I never
darkened the door of my father's church, although I lived with him for
eight years, making what money I wanted by journalism, and spending it
in high carousal with any one who would sit with me and drink it away.
So I lived, sometimes drunk for a week together, and then a terrible
repentance, and would not touch a drop for a whole month.

"In all this period, that is, up to thirty-three years of age, I never
had a desire to reform on religious grounds. But all my pangs were due
to some terrible remorse I used to feel after a heavy carousal, the
remorse taking the shape of regret after my folly in wasting my life in
such a way--a man of superior talents and education. This terrible
remorse turned me gray in one night, and whenever it came upon me I was
perceptibly grayer the next morning. What I suffered in this way is
beyond the expression of words. It was hell-fire in all its most
dreadful tortures. Often did I vow that if I got over 'this time' I
would reform. Alas, in about three days I fully recovered, and was as
happy as ever. So it went on for years, but, with a physique like a
rhinoceros, I always recovered, and as long as I let drink alone, no
man was as capable of enjoying life as I was.

"I was converted in my own bedroom in my father's rectory house at
precisely three o'clock in the aftern