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belong to canine nature. We cannot say that a principle is 

 heavenly, merely because it is in accordance with natural 

 goodness; because the same nature has very opposite tendencies. 

 It has the forms which, through faith in Christ, may expand 

 into the angelic state \ or which, through self-love, may descend 

 into the lowest hell. Heaven and hell in the heart depend on 

 the choice of the soul for God or self." In his last lecture, 

 he dwells on the responsibility of Christians, without whose 

 sanction great public evils could not be maintained : " Why, 

 it may be asked, have all the voices of peace that have been 

 heard so distinctly of late years, been thus suddenly upset? 

 Why did the many that joined the Leagues of Brotherhood, 

 that sat at the International Conferences, that approved the 

 millions of tracts that have been distributed in England, and the 

 Olive Leaves that have been published in the continental 

 papers, produce no more effect ? The reason is made plain by 

 the event : they built their peace, not on the teachings of 

 Christ, but on expediency. ... It is the heart that needs to be 

 changed : and nothing but the gospel of Christ can change it." 



Soon after his lectures he had a short but refreshing holiday : 

 though his holidays were merely a change of scene and work. 

 He had a week's lecturing tour in Pembrokeshire. At Milford 

 Haven, the exquisite loveliness of which he thought beyond 

 description, he sallied forth at six a.m. in an oyster-dredging 

 boat. " The morning was bitterly cold," he writes to his sister 

 Mary • " hard frost, east wind, and no exercise except handling 

 the cold things as they were hauled in. One's hands were too 

 numb to embrace all one's opportunity ; nevertheless, I got a 

 great basketful, containing a great store of common ones and 

 some very rare ones : moreover, what pleased me most was to 

 see the real live beasts in their proper place, of which I had 

 only seen pictures before. There was the great Scaphander 

 lignarius, carrying his elegant shell at the end of a huge 

 body like spermaceti : and the Calyptoea in the dead oyster- 

 shells, and the great whelks strutting about among those horrid 

 wriggling starfish, which came up by the hundred, and threw 



