‘ ... We began to-day. I dare say I shall feel better when we are once more immersed. We are about the same in numbers, but there is a great deal of illness about, and we are half thinking of having a whooping-cough class, under a separate teacher, for Division III.’ To the same:— ‘_June 1893._ ‘I have had a great pleasure lately. Mrs. Russell Gurney has been spending six weeks here. You must get her _Dante’s Pilgrim’s Progress_, just brought out, you will enjoy it; I have given a copy to Mrs. Rix. Mr. Alfred Gurney came to stay with her, and he has sent me his _Parsifal_, a little book of about eighty pages; it is beautiful too. ‘I should like you to read (in part) Mrs. Booth’s _Life_. It is very interesting, and I am quite surprised at the clearness and truth of her teaching. She seems never to have joined a party, but always looked for truth, and hates the God of Calvin and the doctrine “of assurance,” and the idea that Christ could be good _for us_ and we need not be good. Her utter devotion is beautiful. I have not finished it, and I can’t see how the work was carried on after the person “was saved.”’ To the same:— ‘_August 1894._ ‘I am so glad you are feeling somewhat refreshed. You really _must_ forget “the things that are behind”—the bad things as well as the good, or the heart “would fail in looking back.” And if no other way opens, and you are both called to go back to Truro, you will be able. “I can do all things,” and the sorrows for both of you will be like the mist which, though it came up from the face of the ground, yet watered Paradise and made it fruitful. Does not all consciousness of sin and failure bring us nearer not only to Him in Whom alone is strength, but to our brothers and sisters in sympathy and compassion. We are touched with the feeling of their infirmities. ‘So, my dear child (I feel inclined to say children, for this has made me feel nearer to your friend), “lift up the hands that hang down and the feeble knees, lest that which is weak be turned out of the way, but let it rather be healed” by your sorrows—your wounds too.