In the person of Mrs. Pettifer and in the person of Mr. Tryan, religion became incarnate under the eyes of poor Janet. In the person of Mrs. Pettifer and in the person of Mr. Tryan, '_the word became flesh_.' But Janet still needs more! Mrs. Pettifer shelters and soothes her _body_; Mr. Tryan comforts and strengthens her _mind_; but her _soul_, her very _self_, what is she to do with _that_? She feels that she cannot trust _herself_ with _herself_. Is there no still greater incarnation of the faith? Mrs. Pettifer is the _Incarnation Motherly_. Mr. Tryan is the _Incarnation Ministerial_. But, in her heart of hearts, there is still a deep and bitter cry. Mrs. Pettifer can comfort; she cannot keep through all the days to come! Mr. Tryan can counsel; he cannot guard from future sins and sorrows! To whom can she commit herself? It is from Mr. Tryan's lips that the answer comes. The words fall upon her broken spirit, as she herself tells us, like rain upon the mown grass: '_COME UNTO ME, ALL YE THAT LABOR AND ARE HEAVY-LADEN, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST!_' And once more the solution is an incarnation! When Janet's storm-beaten _body_ needed fire and food and shelter, religion became incarnate in the person of Mrs. Pettifer. When Janet's distracted _mind_ needed counsel and guidance, religion became incarnate in the person of Mr. Tryan. But when Janet's sin-laden _soul_ cried out for a Saviour Who could deliver her from the stains of the past, and keep her amidst the perils of the future, religion became incarnate in the Person of the Son of God! _The Incarnation Motherly!_ _The Incarnation Ministerial!_ _The Incarnation Mediatorial!_ '_Come unto Me!_' the Saviour said. And Janet came! She was a changed woman! '_A delicious hope_,' George Eliot tells us, '_the hope of purification and inward peace, had entered into Janet's soul, and made it spring-time there as well as in the outer world!_' '_She felt_,' we are told again, '_like a little child whose hand is firmly grasped by its father, as its frail limbs make their way over the rough ground: if it should stumble, the father will not let it go._' She had opened her heart to the living Lord as the living flowers open their petals to the glad sunlight; and He had become the strength of her life and her portion for ever. Temptation came, fierce and sudden and terrible; but He was always there and always able to deliver. IV