"No mystic she, to whom an ineffable union with the Highest was the
goal of all. Never even distantly did she reach to that idea.
Rather she was one of God's simple-hearted soldiers, who took her
orders and stood to her post. The words thrilled her, not with the
prospect of rest, but with the excitement of advance, 'an Endless
Life' with ever new possibilities of growth and of achievement,
ever greater battles to be fought for the right, and always new
hopes of happiness. Doubtingly and hesitatingly she committed
herself to the thought, conscious that it had been forming slowly
and unregarded in the strenuous months that lay behind her, through
the long years, ever since the first seemingly hopeless 'good-bye'
had wrung her heart. She began dimly to feel the 'power' of the
idea, the life of which she was the holder, only 'part of a greater
whole.' Earth itself only a step in a great progression. Ever
upward, ever onward, marching towards some 'Divine far-off event,
to which the whole creation moves.'"


If another pen than Elsie Inglis's had drawn the picture we should have
said it was one of herself. Surely she was able to weave around her
heroine, from the depth of her own inner experiences of solved problems,
the mantle of joy and freedom with which she herself was clothed.

The causes to which Elsie Inglis became a tower of strength; the "nation
she twice saved from despair"; the many children, not only those in her
own connection, on whom she lavished love and care, are the witnesses
to-day of the completeness and the splendour of her power to mould each
adverse circumstance in her life and make it yield a great advantage.