than our hearts. All our feelings and thoughts and wishes
are nothing. God is everything and in all. All our conceptions will
be shattered, all our schemes overthrown, that a Great Person behind
may be revealed. To know, to love, to make known, to make men love
that Person is our work in life . . . .

[Transcriber's note: The Greek words in the above paragraph were
transliterated as follows: _Kata_--Kappa, alpha, tau, alpha;
_ten_--tau, eta, nu; _pistin_--pi, iota, sigma, tau, iota, nu;
_humon_--(rough breathing mark) upsilon, mu, omega, nu;
_genetheto_--gamma, epsilon, nu, eta, theta, eta, tau, omega;
_humin_--(rough breathing mark) upsilon, mu, iota, nu]

We are men sent from God. We come to bear witness of a Light. Do not
let us confuse ourselves with our message. The message is everything;
we are nothing. The Light simply shines through us. We must be glad
to be shattered, rejected, if so be that the Light shining through us
may be manifested.

One suggestion I make: that you do what I believe you are expected by
the words of the Prayer-book to do--say the Morning and Evening Prayer
daily _always_, unless you are ill, at home or in church, and the
Litany on Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. You will find this a greater
help than almost anything else--a help against superstition,
narrowness, bigotry, {60} heartlessness. If you decide not to do so,
do it with some _really_ good reason, and not because others do the
same, or because it is a bother.

And now good-bye. And may God grant us to know Him on earth, so that
we may together know Him better hereafter.

_To W. A. B._

Blackheath: April 30, 1892.

. . . No amount of philosophical theories are worth much compared with
a simple picture of home life. It is these common relations of life
which are most awful and sacred. The highest life we know is, I think
I may say with reverence, family life--life of Father and Son; family
life on earth is a faint picture of something better in heaven. We
shall be surprised some day to find that, while we have been searching
for the noble and divine, we have it all the while at home. The
relations of brother and brother, son and father, are eternal
realities, which we shall never fathom, for God Himself is below them.
'Omnia exeunt in mysterium,' as Kingsley says in 'Yeast.' I am very
pleased with that novel. The description he gives of the sufferings
and squalor of villages is positively awful. We do