He must have certainty.

He dare not contemplate the prospect of awaking one day to find his religious life "a ghastly mistake." At the cross roads there was for him no Good Shepherd, only the dark shadow of an offended God.

He ran for safety, for certainty.

Has he found them?
It may be that the last of his doubts will leave him, that the iron discipline of the Roman Church and the auto-suggestion of his own earnest passion for inward peace, may deliver him from all fear, all uneasiness, and that one day, forsaking the challenging sermon and the too violent assertion of the Catholic faith, he may find himself sitting down in great peace of mind and with a golden mellowness of spirit to write an _Apologia pro Vita Sua_ more genial and less shallow than _A Spiritual AEneid_.
Such a book from his pen would lack, I think, the fine sweetness of Newman's great work, but it might excel all other books of religious autobiography in charming wit and endearing good humour.

The Church of Rome has caught in him neither a Newman nor a Manning.