Yet it is a
fact. We are blinded to it and can hardly believe it, because of the
impotency of our little intellects to conceive a destiny which shall
take care of every atom of life on the globe: we are compelled to
think that in such vast crowds of people as we behold, individuals
must elude the eye of the Maker, and be swept into forgetfulness.
But the truth of truths is that the mind of the universe is not our
mind, or at any rate controlled by our limitations.
This has been a long digression which I did not intend; but I could
not help it. I was anxious to show how Mrs. Butts met her trouble
through her religion. The apostle says that "they drank of that
spiritual Rock which followed them, and that Rock was Christ." That
was true of her. The way through the desert was not annihilated; the
path remained stony and sore to the feet, but it was accompanied to
the end by a sweet stream to which she could turn aside, and from
which she could obtain refreshment and strength.
Just about the time that we began our meetings near Drury Lane, I
heard that Clem was dead; that he had died abroad. I knew nothing
more; I thought about him and his wife perhaps for a day, but I had
parted from both long ago, and I went on with my work.
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