Pilgrim. Oh what would I give for a kind sympathetic friend, such as I had in England, to whom I might open my heart!” As usual, in desperation he clung to his faith: “But I rejoice that I am here, notwithstanding; and God is here, who not only can have compassion, but is able to save to the uttermost.” Years later, though, he admitted that during his first years in India his “mind was often almost dried up by discouragement and want of success.” Feeling “spiritless … I went to work like a soldier who only