Dr. Maudsley has received the following painfully interesting letter, which we should not publish now but for the writer's desire that his case, so well analysed by himself, may be of scientific service. He has not sent his name and address, so that it has been impossible to suggest a word in season—supposing that any word would be in season—in his case. How sad to think that he is going the way of unwisdom in his course of life; flying, as he is, from that which would alone save him from himself—sympathy with, and work for, his kind! Action is the true cure for his suffering, and the motto which he should take to heart is the motto, “Laborare est orare.” Let him get a good mission—it matters not much what: the establishment of a St. George's Union of persons who would have bread made of something better than wheat, if he will—and throw himself heart and soul into it, and he will save himself in saving others. The highest results of the wisest striving culminate in a more or less complete self-surrender; and if a man could carry such self-surrender to its utmost reach, he would attain to that state of complete annihilation of self in which sorrow and pain could not touch him more, but he would, even before being delivered from the burden of the flesh, have his perfect consummation and bliss in the blessed nothingness of Nirvana.
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