Being early taught in music I began to transpose them into many sorts of rhythmic movement for the edification of my companions.

Their words, aimed directly at the heart, sank, never to be forgotten, into my memory.

To this day I can repeat the most of them--though not without a break of voice--while too much dwelling upon them would stir me to a pitch of feeling which a life of activity in very different walks and ways and a certain self-control I have been always able to command would scarcely suffice to restrain.
The truth is that I retain the spiritual essentials I learned then and there.

I never had the young man's period of disbelief.

There has never been a time when if the Angel of Death had appeared upon the scene--no matter how festal--I would not have knelt with adoration and welcome; never a time on the battlefield or at sea when if the elements had opened to swallow me I would not have gone down shouting! Sectarianism in time yielded to universalism.