a life whose historic occurrence is amply demonstrated, whose moral and spiritual pre-eminence consists in the completeness of self-sacrifice, and whose inspiration for those who try to imitate it is without parallel in human experience.

Love recognises Love.  “I am the Light of the World.”

I will give a few brief quotations from Dr. Temple’s pages showing how he regards the revelation of the Creative Will made by Christ, Who “in His teaching and in His Life is the climax of human ethics.”

     Love, and the capacity to grow in love, is the whole secret.

     The one thing demanded is always the power to grow.  Growth and
     progress in the spiritual life is the one thing Christ is always
     demanding.

He took bread and said that it was His body; and He gave thanks for it, He broke it, and He gave it to them and said, “Do this in remembrance of Me.” . . .  Do what? . . .  The demand is nothing less than this, that men should take their whole human life, and break it, and give it for the good of others.

The growth in love, and the sacrifice which evokes that growth in love, are, I would suggest the most precious things in life.  Take away the condition of this and you will destroy the value of the spiritual world.

One may form, I think, a true judgment of the man from these few extracts.

He is one who could not move an inch without a thesis, and who moves only by inches even when he has got his thesis.  His intellect, I mean, is in charge of him from first to last.  He feels deeply, not sharply.  He loves truly, not passionately.  With his thesis clear in his mind, he draws his sword, salutes the universe, kneels at the cross, and then, with joy in his heart, or rather a deep and steady sense of well-being, moves forward to the world, prepared to fight.  Fighting is the thing.  Yes, but here is neither Don Quixote nor Falstaff.  He will fight warily, take no unnecessary risk, and strike only when he is perfectly sure of striking home.

You must not think of him as old beyond his years (he is only a little over forty) but rather as one who was wise from his youth up.  He has never flung himself with emotion into any movement of the human mind, not because he lacks devotion, but because he thinks the victories of emotion are often defeats in disguise.  He wishes to be certain.  He will fight as hard as any man, but intelligently, knowing that it will be a fight to the last day of his life.  He is perhaps more careful to last than to win—­an ecclesiastical Jellicoe rather than a Beatty.  Nor, I think, must one take the view of the critic that he has never stuck to the main point.  Every step in his career, as I see it, has been towards opportunity—­the riskless opportunity of greater service and freer movement.