’In this way I do suffer a good deal.  My chariot-wheels often drag very heavily.  I am not often in what you may call good spirits.  And yet I am aware that I am writing now under the influence of a specially depressing disorder, and that I may misinterpret my real state of mind.  No one ought to be happier, as far as advantages of employment in a good service, and kindness of friends, &c., can contribute to make one happy.  And, on the whole, I know my life is a happy one.  I am sure that I have a far larger share of happiness than falls to the lot of most people.  Only I do feel very much the lack, almost the utter lack of just that grace which was so characteristic of our dear Father, that simplicity and real humility and truthfulness of character!

’Well, one doesn’t often say these things to another person!  But it is a relief to say them.  I know the remedy quite well.  It is a very simple case for the doctor to deal with; but it costs the patient just everything short of life, when you have to dig right down and cut out by the roots an evil of a whole life standing.  I assure you that it is hard work, because these feelings of ours are such intangible, untractable things!  It is hard to lay hold of, and mould and direct them.

’But I pray God that I may not willingly yield to these gloomy unloving feelings.  As often as I look out of myself upon Him, His love and goodness, then I catch a bright gleam.  I think that you will not suspect me of being in a morbid state of mind.  You will say, “Poor old fellow! he was seedy and depressed when he wrote all that.”  And that’s true, but not the whole truth.  I have much need of your prayers, indeed, for grace and strength to correct faults of which I am conscious, to say nothing of unknown sin.

’The Ordination is over, a quiet solemn service.  The new Church, which I had not seen, is very creditable to the people, who built it themselves.  It is wooden, about thirty-six or thirty-eight feet high, will hold 500 people well.

’Mr. Nobbs preached a very good sermon.  I got on very well.  Singing very good.  Five Priests assisting in this little place!

’Christmas Eve.—­What a meaning one of my favourite hymns (xxxviii. in “Book of Praise”) has, when one thinks of this awful war, how hard to realize the suffering and misery; the rage and exasperation; the pride and exaltation!  How hard to be thankful enough for the blessings of peace in this little spot!

’Our Chapel is beautifully decorated.  A star at the east end over the word Emmanuel, all in golden everlasting flame, with lilies and oleanders in front of young Norfolk Island pines and evergreens.

’Seven new Communicants to-morrow morning.  And all things, God be praised, happy and peaceful about us.  All Christmas blessings and joys to you, dear ones!

’Christmas Day, 3 P.M.—­Such a happy day!  Such a solemn, quiet service at 7 A.M., followed by a short joyous 11 A.M. service.  Christmas Hymn, one with words set to the tune for “Hark! the herald Angels sing.”