[Illustration: THE MARÉCHALE (_From a photograph taken at the Gainsborough Studio, Oxford Street, London, W., in_ 1913)] With the tribute of one grateful heart this sketch may fitly close. "I have been used in the past in the conversion of hundreds of souls, but I made a _compromise_ and it has spelt ruin to my soul. No one knows how vile I have been, meriting desertion by God and man.... I had resolved to end my existence, but somehow I was brought to that meeting to hear about that Russian lady. Even then I _determined_ you should not influence me, but God somehow through you gripped my life. I saw myself in the true light as (I say the words not in their usual sense) a ’blasted hypocrite.’ Don’t forget to echo and re-echo the words that reached me, ’Compromise with the world spells ruin.’ That burnt into my soul.... I remember while you spoke a big lump rising in my throat, and just as you were closing your address the thought came, ’I wonder if she would understand.’ Ay, more, I remember how you received me that day. God bless you. I came out of hell. I have a clear sky. I want to let you know that the consciousness of forgiveness of the past has come with almost an overwhelming force, and an awful load has gone. No daughter ever loved mother more than I love you, I know that. Why is it? Because God made you the means of my salvation. My heart just bursts with love and gratitude. So I am yours, and at that last great day you will see it if I come through at last.... Dear one, have you ever thought of this—some one by a gallant effort rescues lives from fire or shipwreck; the world applauds and honours the deliverer. You (by the grace of God) rescued me from shipwreck of soul. Christ will own it before His Father and all the countless multitudes." THE END