g more? Would not
the poor woman who anointed our Lord's feet and wiped them with her hair
be more welcome to you than the holy people who had simply never
transgressed?

"We are struck with the magnitude of the demand made by Jesus on this
ruler. To obtain eternal life he was to sell all he had, give up house,
friends, position, respectability, and lead a vagrant life in Palestine
with this poor carpenter's son. Alas! eternal life is not to be bought
on lower terms. Beware of the damnable doctrine that it is easy to enter
the kingdom of heaven. It is to be obtained only by the sacrifice of
_all_ that stands in the way, and it is to be observed that in this, as
in other things, men will take the first, the second, the third--nay,
even the ninety-ninth step, but the hundredth and last they will not
take. Do you really wish to save your soul? Then the surrender must be
absolute. What! you will say, am I to sell everything? If Christ comes
to you--yes. Sell not only your property, but your very self. Part with
all your preferences, your loves, your thoughts, your very soul, if only
you can gain Him, and be sure too that He will come to you in a shape in
which it will not be easy to recognise Him. What a bargain, though, this
ruler would have made! He would have given up his dull mansion in
Jerusalem, Jerusalem society, which cared nothing for _him_, though it
doubtless called on him, made much of him, and even professed undying
friendship with him; he would have given this up, nothing but this, and
he would have gained those walks with Jesus across the fields, and would
have heard Him say, 'Consider the lilies!' 'Oh, yes, we would have done
it at once!' we cry. I think not, for Christ is with us even now.'

Curiously enough, the conclusion was a piece of the most commonplace
orthodoxy, lugged in, Heaven knows how, and delivered monotonously, in
strong contrast to the former part of the discourse.--M. R.

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These notes, made by one who was present, are the mere ashes, cold and
grey, of what was once a fire. Mr. Cardew was really eloquent, and
consequently a large part of the effect of what he said is not to be
reproduced. It is a pity that no record is possible of a great speaker.
The writer of this history remembers when it was his privilege to listen
continually to a man whose power over his audience was so great that he
could sway them unanimously by a passion which was sufficient for any
he