all agree with me, I think them capital judges.

'I don't think at all that my present state of mind is quite natural.
You quite repeat my own words when you say it is transitory. A calm
undisturbed spirit of prayer and peace and contentment is a great
gift of God, and to be waited for with patience. The motto of "The
Christian Year" is very beautiful. I sent the roses on Tuesday. My
best love to dear Father and Joan.

'Ever your loving Brother,

'J. C. P.'


These words 'love of self-approval' perfectly analysed that snare of
Coley's early life, against which he so endeavoured to guard--not
self-conceit, but love of self-approval.

So the Easter week drew on, and during it he writes to his cousin:--


'Friday, Wallis Lodgings, Exeter: September, 1853.

'My dear Sophy,--We have had a good examination, I think; perhaps
rather harder than I expected. Woolecombe and Chancellor Harrington
spoke to me this morning, thanking me for my papers, and telling me
to read the Gospel at the Ordination.

'I did feel very nervous last Sunday and Monday, and the Ember Prayer
in the morning (when I was at Ottery) fairly upset me, but I don't