heerfully greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play, and love, and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best._"

"This is my work, my blessing, not my doom ... because I know for me my
work is best": can it be said that the man who worked in the spirit of
those words, having them before him like a prayer each morning and each
night, was not fulfilling destiny in a noble way? No mean thought of
self, no small striving after worldly success, but always the endeavour
to work in his own way to suit his spirit and to prove his powers. If
that way be narrow--well, so is the way narrow that leads to eternal
life.

But, it might be said, Andrews had such opportunity and the rare good
fortune also to have his spirit suited with work that proved his powers.
It was so. Yet one knows certainly that had his opportunity been
different he would still have seized it; have been the best engine
driver in Ulster or have greased wheels contentedly and with all
diligence. One remembers the sentence from Ruskin which he had printed
on his Christmas card for 1910: "What we think, or what we know, or what
we believe, is in the end of little consequence. The only thing of
consequence is what we do."

The best doing, always and every way, one knows how that aspiration
would appeal to Andrews, good Unitarian that he was; just as one knows
how Ruskin, he who made roads and had such burning sympathy always with
honest workers, would have appreciated Andrews and agreed that the name
of such a man should not perish as have the names of most other of the
world's great Architects and Builders. "To-day I commence my
twenty-first year at the works, all interesting and happy days. I would
go right back over them again if I could": one feels that the spirit of
those words, written by Andrews to his wife on May 1st, 1909, would have
appealed to Ruskin; and had he known the man would he not have noted, as
did another observer--Professor W. G. S. Adams,[2] of Oxford--"how it was
to the human question the man's mind always turned," and been eager to
judge, "that here was one who had in him the true stuff of the best kind
of captain of industry"?

[2] It is interesting to note the circumstances which brought
these two men together. Mr. Adams, who is now Professor of
Political Theory and Institutions at Oxford, was then
Superintendent of Statistics and Intelligence in the Iris