All this must be specially borne in mind in judging the subsequent life of S. J.-B. We are bound, of course, to ask how she worked out in life this beautiful vision of her adolescence—bound to ask how she realized in practice the “infinite (potential) worth and content” of that first radiant consciousness; but before we attempt to answer the question, we must take into full account the extent and the difficulty of the task that fell to her share, and we must give full weight to the natural attributes which were the tools placed at her disposal. It is clear that there was about her a doggedness, a high-handedness, a disregard of tradition, an actual—if superficial—roughness, which are not common qualities among the highly-educated of either sex, and which were never admired in her own. On the other hand, the reader of the foregoing pages will no longer need to be told of her tenderness and sensitiveness—of a capacity for loving and for suffering only commensurate with her power of inspiring love, of incurring suffering. In a sense she was a born fighter, but it is a very nice question how far she enjoyed a fight. Thousands of times throughout life she might truly have repeated the extract from her diary quoted on p. 46: “This brought down an awful storm of wonder, reasoning, etc., till at length I got off to bed _so_ tired.” The diary continues after the extract quoted in the last chapter: “And now to turn to the outer facts of life. Here I am, my London College life over, with all its pleasures, all its cares, all its responsibilities, all its glorious delight at times. Ten terms have I kept,—ten passed since the beginning of that second volume of mine! How sorrowfully meagre seems the record. Yet ‘the world could scarcely contain’ what _might_ have been written. My rooms in Nottingham Place given up (first and second floors let to Vs.). The world before me. Alice only bound to me. My life in Scotland to begin whenever rested. Wants sufficient resolution to make that ‘when.’ Yet I expect very needful. I suppose the shock to my whole being of the last three months could not be easily reckoned. Two months today since I left N.P.! Again the burden has been lightened since my resolve (how inadequately worked out!) of Sunday night. Not only Watch, but _Work_ and wait!... By-the-bye, Frid’s lovely Christmas gift,—Christ on the Cross. The Child Christ and verses (her’s?) ‘The love that brings salvation _Shall_ at last prevail!’ Amen.” “My life in Scotland to begin whenever rested.”