There is heart-heaviness for souls astray, such as I have seldom felt, weighing me down even now. There is one poor girl, half ruined, and not knowing how to escape destruction, for whom there seems no outlet but into the very jaws of death. None but a Divine Power can help her; yet He may do it by making human helpers appear for her. How fearful a thing it is to be placed where there are brands to be plucked from burning. And this is not the only one I know, for whom all human efforts _seem_ unavailing. Near and far away are those to whom my heart reaches out with nameless fears, and hope unquenched and unquenchable, till the lamp of life shall go out. God save us all from shipwreck of soul! for these drifting lives but show us the possibilities of our own. With poor little Prince Arthur, I can sometimes say heartily, “Would I were out of prison, and kept sheep.” One long summer all out of doors, what new life it would give me! Yet I would not have this winter’s memory left out of my life for much. Some new openings into true life, here and beyond, come with every season. March 16. I have been trying to hold some plain converse with myself, and I am more and more convinced that sincerity is not the thorough spirit of my life, as I would have it. It is so easy to take one’s fine theories, and the frequent expression of them, in the place of the realities they stand for. I really fear that I have been trying to impose these fine theories upon Him who knows my heart, in the place of true love. I believe in self-forgetfulness, in constant thought for others, in humility, in following the light of the unseen Presence within the soul, but I do not live out these ideas, except in languid and faltering efforts. Now in this way, is not my life going to be a false one, false to man and God? Discouraging indeed it is, to think much of self; and it is well that we need not do it. There is life, there is truth to be had for the asking. Only the Christ-life within can make me true before heaven and earth and my own heart. Yet even here I feel myself so apt to dwell upon the beautiful theory of a present Redeemer as to forget that in the trifles of a daily intercourse with human beings, this life is to be manifested, if at all. Thoroughly unselfish--shall I ever be that? I was glad to talk with my Bible scholars about the resurrection to-day. It has come to be the most real of all revealed truths to me. Our Lord is risen, and we have a Redeemer to stand by our souls in the struggles of this human life. He is risen, and we shall arise from the dead, and go home to Him, “and so be forever with the Lord.” He is risen, and all His and our beloved are risen with Him; they are “alive from the dead forevermore.” He is risen, and we rise with Him from the death of sin, into the new life of holiness which he has brought into the world. He said, “Because I live, ye shall live also.”