He has been so good to me, and I don't deserve it. And I think that if you look back and look forward you will feel more and more His marvellous sympathy and affection. I am glad you have been reading Robertson's Life. Though he {134} may have been almost morbid at times, he was a great man and did a great work. . . . You will find later that your work has been far more effective than you expected. Don't try to rush it. You can't help men much until you know them very well; and when you know them you find how utterly different they are from what you had expected them to be. At least I do. No two men are alike. Each man that you come really to know is utterly different from any man you have ever met or will meet. _To F. J. C._ Christ's College, Cambridge: November 5, 1900. It is good of you to think of me and above all to pray for me. I need your prayers--and most of all when I am run down and unable to pray myself. I can see the mountain top at times: then the mist comes down, and I cannot see the way; I try to keep where I am, though I may not be able to advance; and when the mist clears I go on again. Possibly, sometimes, we may be going forward even in the mist, although we seem to be making no progress, or going backward. God judges by a light Which baffles mortal sight. I often wish I had more physical strength and was able to do what other men can do; but I can't. And I have no doubt that all is well--that I am made to do one particular piece of work, and that I have strength enough for that--and thank God for that. {135} _To a brother in South Africa._ December 1900.