Last night I thought it most glorious, but too delicious to last; but it seems now the atmosphere of life, as if nothing can touch or shake it.... Mother, a grand solemn wonder comes with it all, whether it is that when we have actually and literally given up every will and wish to God,—have rested utterly and entirely on Him with perfect trust— whether then pain loses its power, and only blessing, even now, _can_ come. ... if so, what a glorious future one sees for all the sorrowful here,—for all the tried and suffering. ‘For _all_ the wanderers the home is one’. The pain only till it has brought the bliss; the All- loving Father that cannot wound but to heal. Now my spirit is so perfectly at rest, all my strength seems to have come back to me like Samson. I feel as if Edinbro’ or anything else was nothing to me. ‘He hath set my heart at liberty’,—that is the very truth. Mother, how naturally in every depth of sorrow or joy one turns to those words about which _verbally_ we quarrel,—not really or deeply, Mother. Goodnight, my own Darling, Yours very lovingly, SOPH.” From diary: “Dec. 16th Monday. ‘For as soon as ever thou hast delivered thyself to God with thy whole heart, and seekest not this or that for thine own pleasure or will, but fixest thyself wholly upon Him, thou shalt find thyself united and at peace.’ THOMAS A KEMPIS.” “Dec. 22nd. Sunday, 11 p.m. The last thread actually broken,—the parting over. Left London on Thursday evening by the 8 p.m.... Well, it is all in hands that cannot err,—speculative sceptic as I may be, practically my trust is as firm as the rock on which it rests. My Father doth do all things well,—and even makes me feel it,—even now. And surely, to take a lower ground, I have been an inapt pupil if the lessons of the last few months have not taught me the utter impossibility of calculating the possibilities of the future. Should I have believed from man or angel on Tuesday the first the events of Thursday the last of October? But we don’t want low ground. He is the rock,—His work _is_ perfect. And He will care for my child.” Of course this mood of exaltation could not go on unbroken, except at the cost of sanity itself. Hours of reaction had to come. “We might have done _anything_ together, we two!”