power for all such further effort as we may be called to put forth? Faith is so simple a matter that, whenever I try to explain it, I am very fearful lest I should becloud its simplicity. When Thomas Scott had printed his notes upon “The Pilgrim’s Progress,” he asked one of his parishioners whether she understood the book. “Oh yes, sir,” said she, “I understand Mr. Bunyan well enough, and I am hoping that one day, by divine grace, I may understand your explanations.” Should I not feel mortified if