o it myself, but
have been 'let hitherto.' . . . It is a tremendous help to me to know
that we are both serving the same Master and that I can trust you to
His love.

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_To an Auckland 'brother' after Bishop Westcott's Death._

Cambridge: August 1901.

My thoughts are with you at this time. I am most thankful that you
have been a year with that man of God, and have gained ideals and
inspiration for work which will haunt you all your life long. In
moments of weakness, at times 'when your light is low,' the memory of
his strenuous, holy life will be a power making for self-discipline and
righteousness. And it is more than a memory. For he taught us by word
and deed that we are all one man, that those who have realised what it
is to belong to the body here will enter more fully into its life
there. 'We feebly struggle, they in glory shine'--yet we are verily
and indeed one. That thought is often a comfort to me. When I feel
the contradictions and perplexities and weaknesses of my own life, I
love to think that I am part of a whole--that I belong to the same body
and share in the same spirit as some other man who is immeasurably my
superior.

When one whom we have known and venerated on earth passes to the
eternal home, it seems more like home than it was before. It is
peopled not only with countless saints of whom I have heard, but with
one whom I have known and seen, and hope to see again. His prayers for
us, his influence upon us there are more effective than they could have
been here.

The great triumph of Christianity is to produce a few saints. They
raise our ideal of humanity. They {150} make us restless and
discontented with our own lives, as long as they are lived on a lower
plane. They speak to us in language more eloquent than words: 'Come up
higher.'

_To F. J. C._

_Belvedere Hotel, St. Moritz: Sunday, December 15, 1901._

I feel more and more thankful that I have not had to wait till the next
world to know God's true nature and character and will. It is passing
strange that He should love us so much, and wish to unveil Himself to
us, 'that we might be a kind of firstfruits of His creatures.' But
that phrase 'stewards of His mysteries' almost appals me. A steward
must be faithful, and must render an account of the way in which he has
used his master's goods. God grant that at the final reckoning we may
not be found unprofitable servants.

How those simple words in the tw