“I don’t ask you because I know you will pardon a stranger for addressing you, and I shall not say much. And the little I mean to say I hardly know how to express. Some few years ago I was a vicar in----. Now I am sick in body and soul. I had lost all my faith, but I have been reading _Made in His Image_, and to-day I prayed for the first time for more than a year, and tears came, and I don’t know if you heard my voice calling to you. “I should like to see you. _Can it be?_ “Yours, “DE PROFUNDIS.” A gentleman from Hull tells me:-- “DEAR SIR, “You will please pardon the intrusion of this letter. I am a Sunday School teacher, and have been a Christian for three years. “A month ago, as a result of reading the _Clarion_ and Haeckel, I became disturbed in my mind, and wished to resign my class. I sought the assistance of my minister. Instead of answering my doubts himself he placed a copy of _When it was Dark_ in my hand, telling me to read it prayerfully, and go to him again. The following evening I completed the reading of a book whose influence will live with me. My dear sir, I feel I cannot thank you half enough, and I shall never cease to thank God that the book was written. “I saw my minister, not with any doubts this time, but with my faith renewed, and with a fixed determination to work harder for my Divine Master. “I expect you will receive many letters expressing thanks, but I cannot refrain from adding my humble testimony. “Allow me to remain, sir, “Yours very faithfully.” And here is another kind letter from Bridgewater, again from a man:-- “DEAR ‘MR. THORNE,’ “Will you please accept my best thanks for your book, _When it was Dark_. I started to read it as one distinctly prejudiced against it, but I finished the last page saying, ‘It is wonderful.’ I only wish that those who condemn it would read it for themselves and see the forcible manner in which you have depicted what the world would be if the Resurrection was a myth. Faith cannot but be strengthened by reading it, and the coming Eastertide will be more real to me through having read _When it was Dark_. “Wishing you every success and happiness.” From Brantford in far-away Canada this letter reaches me:-- “DEAR SIR AND FRIEND, “After reading your splendid edition, _When it was Dark_, I take this manner in addressing. The book impressed me very greatly from start to finish, and it always will be henceforth a great pleasure, and I am sure a great help, to read your publications. We greatly need in this world to-day good strong men who will set forth their thoughts in a fearless manner. This is in a very large measure the way the book appealed to me.