blessed things, the _Holy War_ will show us that our sufficiency in this
impossibility also is all of God. Who, then, will enlist? Who will risk
all and enlist? Who will matriculate in the military school of Mansoul?
Who will submit himself to all the severity of its divine discipline? Who
will be made willing to throw open and to keep open his whole soul, with
all the gates and doors thereof, to all the sieges, assaults,
capitulations, submissions, occupations, and such like of the war of
gospel holiness? And who will enlist under that banner now?

'Set down my name, sir,' said a man of a very stout countenance to him
who had the inkhorn at the outer gate. At which those who walked upon
the top of the palace broke out in a very pleasant voice,

'Come in, come in;
Eternal glory thou shalt win.'

We have no longer, after what we have come through, any such stoutness in
our countenance, yet will we say to-night with him who had it, Set down
my name also, sir!




CHAPTER II--THE CITY OF MANSOUL AND ITS CINQUE PORTS


'--a besieged city.'--_Isaiah_.

Our greatest historians have been wont to leave their books behind them
and to make long journeys in order to see with their own eyes the ruined