They had only civil words for the burden that crushed them, hard words for the mowers of their harvests and the builders-up of their ricks; they made common cause with their enemies instead of with their friends, and instead of leaguing themselves together with the labourers as forming together the true agricultural interest, they leagued themselves with the landlords against the labourers, and so made ruinous fratricidal strife instead of easy victory over the common foe.

And, seeing all this, I learned some useful lessons, and the political education progressed while the theological strife went on within.
In the early autumn a ray of light broke the darkness.

I was in London with my mother, and wandered one Sunday morning into St.George's Hall, where the Rev.Charles Voysey was preaching.

There to my delight I found, on listening to the sermon and buying some literature on sale in the ante-room, that there were people who had passed through my own difficulties, and had given up the dogmas that I found so revolting.

I went again on the following Sunday, and when the service was over I noticed that the outgoing stream of people were passing by Mr.and Mrs.Voysey, and that many who were evidently strangers spoke a word of thanks to him as they went on.