ch to me, and helped me so often,
that I feel you must be born to help others as well. And this quiet
time, it may be that God is using it to call you closer to Himself, to
teach you to revise your 'values,' to show you a new fund of strength.

Our wills are ours, we know not how,
Our wills are ours, to make them Thine.

You must--literally must--let His will overpower your will. Nothing but
complete sacrifice will satisfy you or Him, and I believe in you
profoundly. I am sure that, whatever be the ghastly struggle, you will
go through with it, and find your strength in Him. I pray for you.

_To his mother._

Cambridge; March 15, 1903.

The term is almost over . . . I am enjoying a quiet Sunday. What a
blessing these Sundays are {182} to us--a foretaste of a fuller life of
service and worship hereafter! I have been thinking lately with comfort
of the quiet perpetual work of the Holy Spirit, silently but surely
leading us on to higher things--comforting, correcting, guiding. It
gives ground for hope in dealing with men, this knowledge that there is
One who perfects what we feebly struggle to begin, who watches over men
with a love that will not let them go. We are not alone in our work; we
have omnipotence and illimitable wisdom on our side, forwarding our
efforts. When I consider what the Spirit has accomplished in my own
life, I have large hope for others. The argument from personal
experience is singularly convincing. 'The fellowship of the Holy
Ghost'--it is He who unites men and interprets them one to the other. It
is He who gives spirit and life to our words.

_To H. J. B._

Bexley House, Cromer: March 31, 1903.

It was good of you to send me that card from Florence. You don't know
how glad it made me. To know that you were thinking of me was a strength
to me. Your love for me comes as a perpetual surprise and inspiration.
I feel a brute compared with you, but the knowledge that you care for me
more than you do for most men makes me feel that I must try to be good.
'In Italy of the fifteenth century renaissance we see in strange
confusion all that we love in art, and all that we loathe in man!' Greek
history was short compared {183} with the Hebrew: I suppose because
intellectual and artistic ideals are more easily realised than ethical
and religious. It takes time to make a saint. It is part of the
discipline of life to find the two sets of ideas apparently antagonistic.