wrench involved, was so great that I felt I could scarcely live. Then I had founded St. Margaret's Sisterhood in America, and it again, with my warm, enthusiastic nature, had become something of a spiritual idol, from which my heart was to be weaned. Because I was leaving the Cowley Society the sisters had asked me to resign my chaplaincy, which I did. One day I waited from the early Mass to three o'clock in the afternoon at the altar, seeking light and strength from God to help me bear it, and direct me in my going.

With the Advent parish I had been connected from my early days. To secure a promised peace, and so help souls, I gave up to the English Fathers the old Church on Bowdoin Street, which I had preferred for my proposed religious order, and I took the new one. But though I had done so, there remained in the corporation of the parish a majority who were opposed to me. God did indeed so bless the work that all opposition failed. I now say, and for many years have said, "God bless them all." It was wonderful how love and grace triumphed over misunderstandings, and all the contending parties finally became reconciled. The bones that were reunited were stronger than before the fracture. With love seen in all, the reunion was a marvellous token of the power of Divine grace. What, among worldly men, would have led to endless strife was overruled by God to the sanctification of souls and the increase of His Kingdom.

I had one thing more to bear: that my election to the Episcopate was actually opposed within the

diocese by a priest who had been a lifelong friend, and for whom I had made many sacrifices and suffered much. But my affectionate nature needed this further wounding in heart that I might become more detached in spirit, and the supreme love of God should become more victorious in me. I would not dare to say this, save with the hope that some poor brother, who feels himself heart-wounded, if not heart-broken, may find through the pain and suffering an ecstasy of joy, and pass onward and upward into a fuller union with the Lord.

On entering upon my Episcopate I was soon made aware of its condition. Quite a number of the clergy had left, so that there were only eighteen engaged in active work. There were some twenty parishes or missions vacant. Not only had the missions run down, but in some places, I was told, the people did not want the services resumed. Here, in the West, the men were absorbed in their business enterprises and the struggle for their family maintenance. The wave of materialism and its outcome, agnosticism, had made them indifferent to religion. They left it and its support, as they said, to the women, whose resources were confined to fairs, sales, sometimes dancing parties, and other entertainments. The duty and privilege of giving to God, in the way of supporting His Church, was little appreciated. The doctrine of the position of the Church was imperfectly understood. At the see city the cathedral had been built after a fire that had destroyed the former building. It was somewhat spacious in its proportions, but

destitute of all Church furniture, having neither pulpit nor lectern, and it had a most forlorn and empty appearance. A churchwoman who came out from Boston to my consecration could not refrain from crying as she saw its destitute and undevotional appearance. It had to be cheaply built and poorly roofed on account of lack of means, so we had to suffer at times from the frequent downpours. The expense of heating it, which was not always successfully done, was a great burden. It had been running behind in its expenses, and a debt of some fifteen thousand dollars had accumulated. To see it now, one can scarcely recognize its former condition. My own resources were, at that time, limited to my salary of twenty-five hundred dollars and a few hundred given me by my old parish for missionary work. I made some appeals to the East and preached two or three sermons asking for aid. I had thought that, as I had gone out on the firing line and a great opportunity for the cause had been opened, there would have been an interest aroused in its report. But my sermons failed to bring in any substantial support. Perhaps it was my fault, not knowing how to present my case. I remember preaching in a large city church and receiving on that occasion the sum of nine dollars. At another an old friend came forward and gave me ten dollars. I spoke at a missionary meeting in a large city and heard the remark made: "What does he come here for? He is not a Missionary Bishop"; and I got nothing. Only on two occasions do I remember getting a few hundred dollars.