of it matters nothing. All the learning, so
far as I can see, brings one only to the starting-place of ignorance
when we face the Eternal. Hold fast by that belief, and all will be
well. Let your motto be _Servabo fidem_, or as the French hath it,
_Gardez la foi_."

Henry did not smile even in his mind at the Latin and French tags. He
could now accept and almost welcome these little foibles for the sake
of the sheltered life the old man had led, and the white flower of
simple faith which had blossomed in the garden of his soul.

"Yes, Mr. Needham, I'm not the first who went to gather wisdom, and came
back empty-handed to find it at my own door."

"Nor the last, Henry; nor the last."

Mr. Needham was not the only one at the vicarage whom Henry went to see,
and during the remainder of his holiday his visits were remarkably
frequent. Henry's new interest in the vicar seemed extraordinary to
Edward John, though it rejoiced hearts at the Post Office in a way the
postmaster did not then suspect.

Eunice was lovelier than ever, but with the first charm of loveliness to
Henry, who had at length discovered that she had violet eyes, and was
quite the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen.

"How blind I must have been!" said he to himself.

How blind!--nay, he had only been focussing his gaze on things so far
off and vain, that the things near at hand and to be cherished he had
overlooked. He had been peering at the mysteries of the heavens through
a telescope, and trampling the while on the loveliness of earth. But at
last with the naked eye of his heart he saw all things in a truer
perspective--a heart refreshed with the re-entry of its old first,
simple faith.

"That book" was never finished. Henry read over what he had written, and
had the courage to destroy it, convinced that it was gloomy and unhappy.
Eunice probably had something to do with that; for he found her ardent
in praise of those who wrote happy books. And when he was in the train
for Fleet Street once again it was with a great contentment in his soul,
and high hope of doing zestfully his daily task; for he had found that
not only wisdom, but love, often lies at our own door if we but open our
eyes--and our heart.

THE END

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