“Oh, Mr. Ogilvie,” Mark expostulated.

“I’m not talking to you as Mark Lidderdale, but as the recipient of the grace of God, to one who before my own unworthy eyes has been lightened by celestial fire. Mine eyes have seen thy salvation, O Lord. As for yourself, my dear boy, I pray always that you may sustain your part, that you will never allow the memory of this Whitsuntide to be obscured by the fogs of this world and that you will always bear in mind that having been given more talents by God a sharper account will be taken of the use you make of them.  Don’t think I’m doubting your steadfastness, old man, I believe in it.  Do you hear?  I believe in it absolutely.  But Catholic doctrine, which is the sum of humanity’s knowledge of God and than which nothing more can be known of God until we see Him face to face, insists upon good works, demanding as it were a practical demonstration to the rest of the world of the grace of God within you.  You remember St. Paul? Faith, Hope, and Love.  But the greatest of these is Love. The greatest because the least individual.  Faith will move mountains, but so will Love.  That’s the trouble with so many godly Protestants.  They are inclined to stay satisfied with their own godliness, although the best of them like the Quakers are examples that ought to make most of us Catholics ashamed of ourselves.  And one thing more, old man, before we get off this subject, don’t forget that your experience is a mercy accorded to you by the death of our Lord Jesus Christ.  You owe to His infinite Love your new life.  What was granted to you was the visible apprehension of the fact of Holy Baptism, and don’t forget St. John the Baptist’s words:  I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance, but he that cometh after me is mightier than I. He shall baptise you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire:  whose fan is in his hand, and he will thoroughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire. Those are great words for you to think of now, and during this long Trinitytide which is symbolical of what one might call the humdrum of religious life, the day in day out sticking to it, make a resolution never to say mechanically The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost, be with us all evermore.  Amen. If you always remember to say those wonderful words from the heart and not merely with the lips, you will each time you say them marvel more and more at the great condescension of Almighty God in favouring you, as He has favoured you, by teaching you the meaning of these words Himself in a way that no poor mortal priest, however eloquent, could teach you it.  On that night when you watched beside the glow-worm at the sea’s edge the grace of our Lord gave you an apprehension, child as you were, of the love of God, and now once more the grace of our Lord gives you the realization of the fellowship of the Holy Ghost.  I don’t want to spoil your wonderful experience with my parsonic discoursing; but, Mark, don’t look back from the plough.”