It must not be thought that we spent our time wholly in these emotional relations.  It was a place of hard and urgent work; but I came to realise that, just as on earth, institutions like schools and colleges, where a great variety of natures are gathered in close and daily contact, are shot through and through with strange currents of emotion, which some people pay no attention to, and others dismiss as mere sentimentality, so it was also bound to be beyond, with this difference, that whereas on earth we are shy and awkward with our friendships, and all sorts of physical complications intervene, in the other world they assume their frank importance.  I saw that much of what is called the serious business of life is simply and solely necessitated by bodily needs, and is really entirely temporary and trivial, while the real life of the soul, which underlies it all, stifled and subdued, pent-up uneasily and cramped unkindly like a bright spring of water under the superincumbent earth, finds its way at last to the light.  On earth we awkwardly divide this impulse; we speak of the relation of the soul to others and of the relation of the soul to God as two separate things.  We pass over the words of Christ in the Gospel, which directly contradict this, and which make the one absolutely dependent on, and conditional on, the other.  We speak of human affection as a thing which may come in between the soul and God, while it is in reality the swiftest access thither.  We speak as though ambition were itself made more noble, if it sternly abjures all multiplication of human tenderness.  We speak of a life which sacrifices material success to emotion as a failure and an irresponsible affair.  The truth is the precise opposite.  All the ambitions which have their end in personal prestige are wholly barren; the ambitions which aim at social amelioration have a certain nobility about them, though they substitute a tortuous by-path for a direct highway.  And the plain truth is that all social amelioration would grow up as naturally and as fragrantly as a flower, if we could but refine and strengthen and awaken our slumbering emotions, and let them grow out freely to gladden the little circle of earth in which we live and move.

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It was at this time that I had a memorable interview with the Master of the College.  He appeared very little among us, though, he occasionally gave us a short instruction, in which he summed up the teaching on a certain point.  He was a man of extraordinary impressiveness, mainly, I think, because he gave the sense of being occupied in much larger and wider interests.  I often pondered over the question why the short, clear, rather dry discourses which fell from his lips appeared to be so far more weighty and momentous than anything else that was ever said to us.  He used no arts of exhortation, showed no emotion, seemed hardly conscious of our presence; and if one caught his eye