ludicrous, if it were not pathetic, to compare purpose and production." ***** " Home worries" (speaking of her mother's illness) "always seem to me the worst troubles ; those out-of-doors are lighter just because they are out-of-doors, and they are generally susceptible of cool business-like consolation. In personal sorrow we can 'commune with our own hearts and be still, ' and, under the night veil of silence, bury our dead out of our sight ; but home cares come just between the two — it is neither the sanctum sanctorum, nor the outer court of the temple — and so the sellers of doves and the money-changers get in and play havoc with our peace." ***** "If it was only possible, I have the best intentions in the world to devise something super-excellent ; but when a poor body's brains turn clayey it is of no use digging for flints therein." ***** "Last Saturday I was too much shrivelled up by the cold to speak the thanks I felt. Some states of the atmosphere benumb me altogether, as though a dumb spirit walked the air and clutched away all power of speech."
The natural reticence of a nature like hers in dealing with the depths of her own life, led her, in writing to those who were comparatively strangers, to say but little that would find a place in what are called distinctively " religious " biographies. But that little is at once real and precious, and I cannot better close the series which I have put together than by two
