It is
essential divine life we want; and there is grand truth, however
incomplete or perverted, in the aspiration of the Brahmin. He is
wrong, but he wants something right. If the man had the power in
his pollution to will himself into the right without God, the fact
that he was in that pollution with such power, must damn him there
for ever. And if God must help ere a man can be saved, can the help
of man go too far towards the same end? Let God solve the
mystery--for he made it. One thing is sure: We are his, and he will
do his part, which is no part but the all in all. If man could do
what in his wildest self-worship he can imagine, the grand result
would be that he would be his own God, which is the Hell of Hells.
For some time I had to give Falconer what aid I could in being with
his father while he arranged matters in prospect of their voyage to
India. Sometimes he took him with him when he went amongst his
people, as he called the poor he visited. Sometimes, when he wanted
to go alone, I had to take him to Miss St. John, who would play and
sing as I had never heard any one play or sing before. Andrew on
such occasions carried his flute with him, and the result of the two
was something exquisite. How Miss St. John did lay herself out to
please the old man! And pleased he was. I think her kindness did
more than anything else to make him feel like a gentleman again.
And in his condition that was much.
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