Yet, Christian! faint not at the sickening sight, Nor vainly strive with that Supreme Decree. Thou hast a treasure and an armoury Locked to the spoiler yet; thy shafts are bright. Faint not: Heaven’s Keys are more than sceptred might, Their Guardians more than King or Sire, to thee.’ ‘WEAKNESS OF NATURE. ‘“Be strong, and He shall comfort thine heart.” ‘Lord, I have fasted, I have prayed, And sackcloth has my girdle been; To purge my soul I have essayed With hunger blank and vigil keen. O God of mercy! why am I Still haunted by the self I fly? Sackcloth is a girdle good: O bind it round thee still! Fasting, it is Angels’ food, And JESUS loved the night-air chill. Yet think not prayer and fast were given To make one step ’twixt earth and Heaven.[142] The following fragmentary lines are appended to the poem as given in the _Remains_, though they do not, of course, appear in _Lyra Apostolica_: ‘As well might sun and rain contending Their sweet influence array On new-fallen seed descending, To raise a forest in a day. Think’st thou prayer and fast alone Can animate a heart of stone? _It must be rooted in charity._ _Thinkest thou art fit for fasting at all yet?_ The food of Saints is not for thee!’ From poetical ‘dotings,’ Hurrell, having reached England, throws himself gladly into the interests of the young scientist his brother, who was already at work on the unique experiments concerning the resistance and propulsion of ships, which now stand connected, all over the world, with his successful name. He was going forward to be, as Hurrell anxiously wished, no ‘mere engineer,’ no ‘Liberal,’ _i.e._, agnostic or materialist, ‘at heart.’ To WILLIAM FROUDE, July 11, 1833. ‘… I cannot understand how the dock-gates can make any further resistance to the water after the curvature has been squatted out of them, nor how, if the curvature is right, the pressure should have any tendency to alter it. Tell me if you succeed in getting a verdict against them; also, how your resistance experiments succeed. I will never believe that a sail will do as much work if you split it in two; but, if R ∝ area, you might have each cloth independent, and all would do as well. I never gave you an answer about the Book of Job, for I cannot get a distinct idea of its argument. It is said to be a discussion on the moral government of God; but my view of it is not more distinct than what ladies get of Butler’s _Analogy_.’ Honest Hurrell and his baffled Willy were looking for the sort of intellectual company which misery is said to love, and found it in ‘ladies.’ These, as yet, were certainly busier with worsted samplers than with the problems of the educated.