a member of the Church, but from feeling myself more civilized than they were.  Looking back now at the conversation, I can remember that actually at the very moment I was talking of the Holy Ghost I was noticing how Mr. Bullock’s dicky would keep escaping from his waistcoat.  I wonder if the great missionary saints of the middle ages had to contend with this accumulation of social conventions with which we are faced nowadays.  It seems to me that in everything—­in art, in religion, in mere ordinary everyday life and living—­man is adding daily to the wall that separates him from God.”

“H’m, yes,” said the Rector, “all this only means that you are growing up.  The child is nearer to God than the man.  Wordsworth said it better than I can say it.  Similarly, the human race must grow away from God as it takes upon itself the burden of knowledge.  That surely is inherent in the fall of man.  No philosopher has yet improved upon the first chapter of Genesis as a symbolical explanation of humanity’s plight.  When man was created—­or if you like to put it evolved—­there must have been an exact moment at which he had the chance of remaining where he was—­in other words, in the Garden of Eden—­or of developing further along his own lines with free will.  Satan fell from pride.  It is natural to assume that man, being tempted by Satan, would fall from the same sin, though the occasion, of his fall might be the less heroic sin of curiosity.  Yes, I think that first chapter of Genesis, as an attempt to sum up the history of millions of years, is astoundingly complete.  Have you ever thought how far by now the world would have grown away from God without the Incarnation?”

“Yes,” said Mark, “and after nineteen hundred years how little nearer it has grown.”

“My dear boy,” said the Rector, “if man has not even yet got rid of rudimentary gills or useless paps he is not going to grow very visibly nearer to God in nineteen hundred years after growing away from God for ninety million.  Yet such is the mercy of our Father in Heaven that, infinitely remote as we have grown from Him, we are still made in His image, and in childhood we are allowed a few years of blessed innocency.  To some children—­and you were one of them—­God reveals Himself more directly.  But don’t, my dear fellow, grow up imagining that these visions you were accorded as a boy will be accorded to you all through your life.  You may succeed in remaining pure in act, but you will find it hard to remain pure in heart.  To me the most frightening beatitude is Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. What your present state of mind really amounts to is lack of hope, for as soon as you find yourself unable to be as miraculously eloquent as St. Anthony of Padua you become the prey of despair.”

“I am not so foolish as that,” Mark replied.  “But surely, Rector, it behoves me during these years before my ordination to criticize myself severely.”