Moved by a strong desire, after the long months of lonely striving, to speak to one who had struggled out of Christian difficulties, I said to Mr.Voysey, as I passed in my turn, "I must thank you for very great help in what you said this morning," for in truth, never having yet doubted the existence of God, the teaching of Mr.Voysey that He was "loving unto _every_ man, and His tender mercy over _all_ His works," came like a gleam of light across the stormy sea of doubt and distress on which I had so long been tossing.

The next Sunday saw me again at the Hall, and Mrs.
Voysey gave me a cordial invitation to visit them in their Dulwich home.

I found their Theism was free from the defects that had revolted me in Christianity, and they opened up to me new views of religion.

I read Theodore Parker's "Discourse on Religion," Francis Newman's works, those of Miss Frances Power Cobbe, and of others; the anguish of the tension relaxed; the nightmare of an Almighty Evil passed away; my belief in God, not yet touched, was cleared from all the dark spots that had sullied it, and I no longer doubted whether the dogmas that had shocked my conscience were true or false.

I shook them off, once for all, with all their pain and horror and darkness, and felt, with joy and relief inexpressible, that they were delusions of the ignorance of man, not the revelations of a God.
But there was one belief that had not been definitely challenged, but of which the _rationale_ was gone with the orthodox dogmas now definitely renounced--the doctrine of the Deity of Christ.