will a kind of intermediate
part has generally been allotted, as if it were the handmaid instead of
the master of the other two. And there is still, in some quarters, a
tendency to relegate the will and the feelings to an inferior plane, if
indeed they be allowed any place at all. In other quarters, the
onslaught is made on intellect. Men are bidden to be humble, to become
as little children; as if there were any humility in thinking
incorrectly or not at all; as if the odd, though suppressed, assumption
that children have no intellects had any ground in fact. It is surely a
true apostrophe--

"GOD! Thou art mind! Unto the master-mind,
Mind should be precious."

The Angelic Doctor himself paid a tribute to the importance and special
difficulties of intellect, and also to the necessity of uniting it with
will:--"the martyrs had greater merit in faith, not receding from the
faith for persecutions; and likewise men of learning have greater merit
of faith, not[1] receding from the faith for the reasons of philosophers
or heretics alleged against it." Richard Rolle, following on the same
lines as S. Thomas Aquinas, has nothing of this spirit of division: the
whole being is what he would fain see offered to GOD, whether it be so
by Margaret Kirkby, or by those who are "in the world," for whom _Our
Daily Work_ was written. In the image of GOD was man made, and therefore
GOD suffices for all the needs of man's nature: that, at least seems to
be the underlying idea when Rolle writes:--"GOD is light and burning.
Light clarifies our reason, burning kindles our will." May we not say
here too?--"What GOD has joined together, that let not man put asunder."

Above all things, Rolle aims at a perfect balance, culminating in a
harmony ruled by one power, and that the greatest in the world, Love.
Real love, he asks; not the degraded things to which men give that great
name, as to every passing gust of feeling, to every unworthy untamed
emotion: but the divine quality, when to the "lastingness," which he
requires, is also joined that which is the inner essence of Love, viz.,
sacrifice. "Love is a life," he writes, "joining together the loving and
the loved." And then he remembers the other great gift to men,
intellectual sincerity, which has inspired all "who follow Truth along
her star-paved way"; and he gives to that its place and due: "Truth may
be without love: but it cannot help without it." Even then, the whole
tale is