How little have I known the "I" which I really am! What shall I say of it-of this " I"-mine own old Self? It were in vain for me to attempt to tell how the circumstances round about me in this world have proved to it as the ice upon the lake has proved to many a simpleton. Slips and slides and falls, out of all number, have been the result of my venturing out upon the plains before me; and more than that, this heavy self has not only got its bruises, and breaks, and broken limbs, and cuts upon the ice, finding it too hard and too slippery a material for it; but the said fields have found me too heavy for them, and let me in to the watery depths below. No fault in my circumstances, however-the fault was in me.
And what next? What the next step I am to take? What the next scene in which I may find myself
Blessed be God, faith and not experience must give the answer.
Experience would say, "Few and evil have been the days of the years of my pilgrimage," and "As was yesterday so will be to-morrow." Faith says firmly," I look right upward," and "I look for either heaven or the glory cloud."