“You think your lot a hard one—­you, friends and brothers, who set the brown sails out to sea on a night of threatening storm, and bid farewell to your homes built safe upon the shore.  You must meet all the horror of white foam and cloud-blackness, to drag from the sea its living spoil, and earn the bread to keep yourselves and those who are dependent upon you,—­you must do this, or the Forces of Life will not have you,—­they will cast you out and refuse to nourish you.  For so is your fate in life, and work ordained.  Then where is God?—­you cry, as the merciless billows rise to engulf your frail craft,—­why should the Maker of man so deliberately destroy him?  Why should one human unit, doing nothing, and often thinking nothing, enjoy hundreds of pounds a day, while you face death to win as many pence?  Is there a God of Love who permits this injustice?  Ah, stop there, friends!  There is no such thing as injustice!  Strange as it sounds to this world of many contradictions and perplexities, I repeat there is no such thing as injustice.  There is what seems injustice—­because we are all apt to consider the material side of things only.  That is where we make our great mistake in life and conduct.  We should all remember that this world, and the things of this world, are but the outward expression of an inward soul—­the Matter evolved from Mind—­and that unless we are ourselves in harmony with the Mind, we shall never understand the Matter.  Your millionaire is surrounded with luxuries,—­your fishermen has dry bread and herring,—­your millionaire dies, with a famous doctor counting his pulse-beats, and a respectable clergyman promising him heaven on account of the money he has left to the church in his will; your fisherman goes down in a swirl of black water, without a prayer—­for he has no time to pray—­without leaving a penny behind him, inasmuch as he has no pence to leave; and for both these different creatures we judge the end is come?  No,—­the end is not come!  It is the beginning only!  If the millionaire has died with a thousand selfish sores in his mind,—­if his life’s privileges have been wasted in high feeding and self-indulgence,—­if he has thought only of himself, his riches, his pride, his position, or his particular form of respectability, he will get the full result of that mental attitude!  If the fisherman has been content with his earnings, and thanked God for them,—­if he has been honest, brave, true, and unselfish, and has shared with others their joys and sorrows, and if at the last he goes down in the waves trying to save some other life while losing his own,—­depend upon it he will rise to the full splendour of that mental attitude!  For both millionaire and fisherman are but men, made on the same lines, of the same clay, and are each one, personally and separately responsible to God for the soul in them,—­and when both of them pass from this phase of being to the next, they will behold all things with spiritual eyes, not