“So much for Edward’s lesson; now for my own.  My first impulse was to loathe and reject the poor object, body and soul.  He was merely the embodiment of long-continued vice.  His body was a diseased framework, breaking quickly up, conscious of no pleasure but appetite, and now merely existing and held together by the desire of gratifying it; the little vitality it possessed, just gathering enough volume in the quiet intervals to satiate one of its three jaded cravings—­lust, hunger, and thirst, and feebly groping after alcoholic and other stimulants to repair its exhaustion; the soul in her dreamy intervals drowsily recounting or contemplating lust past and to come—­a ghastly spectacle!

“And yet I am bound to think, and do record it as my deliberate belief, that that poor, wretched, withered, gross soul is destined to as sure a hope of glory as any of us:  ay, and may be nearer it, too, than many of us, as it is expiating its willfulness in more terrible and direct punishment.  There is not a single spasm in that decayed and nerveless frame, not a single horror of all the gloomy forebodings and irrational shudderings of the sickening delirium, not a single mile of the grim dusty roads he wearily traverses, which is not needed to bring him to the truth.  The soul may be so clouded that it may not even be taking note of its punishment, may not be even conscious of it, may hardly calculate how low it has fallen and how wretched and hopeless the remainder of its earthly days are bound to be; but I assert that it is none of it blind suffering; that not a pang is unintentionally given, or thrown away; that I shall hand-in-hand with that soul go some day up the golden stairs that lead to the Father, and we shall say one to another, ’My brother, you despised me on earth; you took for a mark of the neglect and disfavour of God what was only a sign of His constant care; you took for an indwelling of foul spirits what was only a testimony of my distance from the truth.’

“And we shall speak together of new things, so marvellous that they will banish memory for ever.

“Who would have thought that the sight of a drunken tramp in a hedgerow would have brought one so close to a sight of God’s purposes?

“Yet so it is, my friend.  God keeps showing me by the strangest of surprises that He is all about us.  This very incident, so seemingly trivial, is yet a part of my life already, it has set its mark upon me.  All his life he has been led, from bad to worse, into drink, and haunted by all the other devils of sin, and piloted across the country thus, so that the lines of our lives cut at this instant never to cut again.  There are no such things as chance meetings.  There is no smaller or greater in the sight of God.  It is as much a purpose of his life that he should preach this sermon to Edward and myself to-day, as that he should be shown by God’s own strokes what happiness really is, by the strong contrast of the bitterness of sin.”