One other friend, the Rev. T. E. Riddle, gave me valuable detailed information.

“I saw the Sadhu,” he wrote to me, “from time to time, and stayed with him while I was translating his books. He persistently spoke to me of the weakness of his Jungs and his frequent heart-attacks, whereas the root of all his trouble seems to have been gastric. After 1924 a considerable degree of heart discomfort followed almost all his public meetings. On several occasions the heart-attacks were so severe as to leave him unconscious for hours at a time. On his attempt to go to Tibet in 1927, a very severe hemorrhage from the stomach made his Tibetan fellow travellers take him back to the railway. During his last years his letters were full of references to his poor health, and I have seen him dazed with the pain of an attack that was mild compared with others.

“For him the indwelling of Christ was no mere intellectual conception. It was a reality to which his whole experience gave increasing witness. He put Christ in the centre of all his thinking, and ‘self’ receded more and more out of the picture. The sense of harmony between his surrendered life and the Indwelling Lord was an unending source of peace and joy to him. In hours of specially intense spiritual stress, when suffering deprivation for Christ’s sake, the joy that came to him used to wipe away all the pain. He would explain that it was not joy in suffering, but that the pain itself was transmuted into joy.

“There was no pride in him. He always marvelled that the Lord had chosen him for world fame. He seldom mentioned his ‘visions.’ There was nothing abnormal about him. He delighted in human joy and loved a joke, but he would leave the merriest party to go to his tryst with his Lord. He was a man who saw the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.”