genial humour!  It gives away the latitudinarian position completely.  They’re really ashamed of Christianity.  They want to bring it into line with modern thought.  They hope by throwing overboard the Incarnation, the Resurrection of the Body, and the Ascension, to lighten the ship so effectually that it will ride buoyantly over the billows of modern knowledge.  But however lightly the ship rides, she will still be at sea, and it would be the better if she struck on the rock of Peter and perished than that she should ride buoyantly but aimlessly over the uneasy oceans of knowledge.

I’ve once more got a long way from the subject of my letter, but I’ve always taken advantage of your patience to air my theories, and when I begin to write to you my pen runs away with me.  The point I want to make is that unless there is a mother house which is going to create a reserve of spiritual energy, the active work of the Order is going to suffer.  The impulse to save souls might easily exhaust itself in the individual.  A few disappointments, unceasing hard work, the interference of a bishop, the failure of financial support, a long period in which his work seems to have come to a standstill, all these are going to react on the individual missioner who depends on himself.  Looking back now at the work done by my father, and by Rowley at Chatsea, I’m beginning to understand how dangerous it is for one man to make himself the pivot of an enterprise.  I only really know about my father’s work at second hand, but look at Chatsea.  I hear now that already the work is falling to pieces.  Although that may not justify the Bishop of Silchester, I’m beginning to see that he might argue that if Rowley had shown himself sufficiently humble to obey the forces of law and order in the Church, he would have had accumulated for him a fresh store of energy from which he might have drawn to consolidate his influence upon the people with whom he worked.  Anyway, that’s what I’m going to try to acquire from the pseudo-monasticism of Malford.  I’m determined to dry up the critical and humorous side of myself.  Half of it is nothing more than arrogance.  I’m grateful for being sent to Aldershot, but I’m going to make my work here depend on the central source of energy and power.  I’m going to say that my work is per hominem, but that the success of my work is ex Deo.  You may tell me that any man with the least conception of Christian Grace would know that.  Yes, he may know it intellectually, but does he know it emotionally?  I confess I don’t yet awhile.  But I do know that if the Order of St. George proves itself a real force, it will not be per hominem, it will not be by the Reverend Father’s eloquence in the pulpit, but by the vocation of the community ex Deo.

Meanwhile, here I am at Aldershot.  Brother Chad, whose place I have taken, was a character of infinite sweetness and humility.  All our Tommies speak of him in a sort of protective