me evil with good."

_Water of Life Sermons_. 1865.

Nature and Art. June 22.

When once you have learnt the beauty of little mossy banks, and tiny
leaves, and flecks of cloud, with what a fulness the glories of Claude,
or Ruysdael, or Berghem, will unfold themselves to you! You must know
Nature or you cannot know Art. And when you do know Nature you will only
prize Art for being like Nature.

_MS. Letter_. 1842.

Simple and Sincere. June 23.

There are those, and, thanks to Almighty God, they are to be numbered by
tens of thousands, who will not perplex themselves with questionings;
simple, genial hearts, who try to do what good they can in the world, and
meddle not with matters too high for them; people whose religion is not
abstruse but deep, not noisy but intense, not aggressive but laboriously
useful; people who have the same habit of mind as the early Christians
seem to have worn, ere yet Catholic truth had been defined in formulae,
when the Apostles' Creed was symbol enough for the Church, and men were
orthodox in heart rather than exact in head.

For such it is enough if a fellow-creature loves Him whom they love, and
serves Him whom they serve. Personal affection and loyalty to the same
unseen Being is to them a communion of saints both real and actual, in
the genial warmth of which all minor differences of opinion vanish. . . .

_Preface to Tauler's Sermons_. 1854.

God's Words. June 24.

Do I mean, then, that this or any text has nothing to do with us? God
forbid! I believe that every word of our Lord's has to do with us, and
with every human being, for their meaning is infinite, eternal, and
inexhaustible.

_MS. Letter_.

Taught by Failure. June 25.

So I am content to have failed. I have learned in the experiment
priceless truths concerning myself, my fellow-men, and the city of God,
which is eternal in the heavens, for ever coming down among men, and
actualising itself more and more in every succeeding age. I only know
that I know nothing, but with a hope that Christ, who is the Son of Man,
will tell me piecemeal, if I be patient and watchful, what I am and what
man is.

_Letters and Memories_. 1857.

Presentiments. June 26.

"I cannot deny," said Claude, "that such things as presentiments may be
possible. However miraculous they may seem, are they so very much more
so than the daily fact of memory? I can as little guess why we remember