all the wretched weaknesses of those who surrounded him, loved the best in
them, and looked forward to his own victory for them that they might become
all that they were meant to be--like him; that the lovely glimmerings of
truth and love that were in them now--the breakings forth of the light that
lighteneth every man--might grow into the perfect human day; loving them
even the more that they were so helpless, so oppressed, so far from that
ideal which was their life, and which all their dim desires were reaching
after!"

Here I ceased, and a little overcome with the great picture in my soul
to which I had been able only to give the poorest expression, rose, and
retired to my own room. There I could only fall on my knees and pray that
the Lord Christ, who had died for me, might have his own way with me--that
it might be worth his while to have done what he did and what he was doing
now for me. To my Elder Brother, my Lord, and my God, I gave myself yet
again, confidently, because he cared to have me, and my very breath was
his. I _would_ be what he wanted, who knew all about it, and had done
everything that I might be a son of God--a living glory of gladness.






CHAPTER II.

NICEBOOTS.