Charles Warren Stoddard's _Troubled Heart and How It Found Rest_ is another similar story, though written by an entirely different type of man.

Each of these books revealed the inner thought and life of men who were worried about religion, and by worry I mean anxious to the point of abnormality, disturbed, distressed unnecessarily.

Yet I would not be misunderstood.

Far be it from me, in this age of gross materialism and worship of physical power and wealth, to decry in the least a proper degree of solicitude for one's personal salvation.

The religious life of the individual--the real, deep, personal, hidden, unseen, inner life of a human soul--is a wonderfully delicate thing, to be touched by another only with the profoundest love and deepest wisdom.