ABSTRACT
THROUGHOUT this time of spiritual loneliness and depression, John Bridges had one friend to whom he could turn for sympathy and consolation, his cousin Susan Torlesse, one of the large family at Stoke, who formed so great a part of his life. She was a year or two older than himself, one of those rare souls in whom the spiritual nature so dominates the bodily, that others instinctively turn to them for help and counsel; and as it were, unconsciously, they become leaders and guides to all whose lives they touch.
