But plainly the supreme pleasure of the writer was to trace the analogy between his hero and nature.  In both there was the same apparent contradictoriness—­the combination of utter tenderness and utter ruthlessness.  “The power that heals wounds also inflicts them:  that clothes the dungheap with sweet growths and grasses, breaks, too, into fire and earthquake; that causes the partridge to die for her young, also makes the shrike with his living larder.”  So, too, with Felsenburgh; He who had wept over the Fall of Rome, a month later had spoken of extermination as an instrument that even now might be judicially used in the service of humanity.  Only it must be used with deliberation, not with passion.

The utterance had aroused extraordinary interest, since it seemed so paradoxical from one who preached peace and toleration; and argument had broken out all over the world.  But beyond enforcing the dispersal of the Irish Catholics, and the execution of a few individuals, so far that utterance had not been acted upon.  Yet the world seemed as a whole to have accepted it, and even now to be waiting for its fulfilment.

As the biographer pointed out, the world enclosed in physical nature should welcome one who followed its precepts, one who was indeed the first to introduce deliberately and confessedly into human affairs such laws as those of the Survival of the Fittest and the immorality of forgiveness.  If there was mystery in the one, there was mystery in the other, and both must be accepted if man was to develop.

And the secret of this, it seemed, lay in His personality.  To see Him was to believe in Him, or rather to accept Him as inevitably true.  “We do not explain nature or escape from it by sentimental regrets:  the bare cries like a child, the wounded stag weeps great tears, the robin kills his parents; life exists only on condition of death; and these things happen however we may weave theories that explain nothing.  Life must be accepted on those terms; we cannot be wrong if we follow nature; rather to accept them is to find peace—­our great mother only reveals her secrets to those who take her as she is.”  So, too, with Felsenburgh.  “It is not for us to discriminate:  His personality is of a kind that does not admit it.  He is complete and sufficing for those who trust Him and are willing to suffer; an hostile and hateful enigma to those who are not.  We must prepare ourselves for the logical outcome of this doctrine.  Sentimentality must not be permitted to dominate reason.”

Finally, then, the writer showed how to this Man belonged properly all those titles hitherto lavished upon imagined Supreme Beings.  It was in preparation for Him that these types came into the realms of thought and influenced men’s lives.

He was the Creator, for it was reserved for Him to bring into being the perfect life of union to which all the world had hitherto groaned in vain; it was in His own image and likeness that He had made man.