for them as likes nutshells

This is what I really came here to say, the other day, when the mouse slipped and out popped a ramble on fictional sanctification, or the sanctification of fiction: a snatch of verse I came across in Andrew Bonar’s Diary (although I think it was his brother who wrote it). This would have been about the fourth or fifth Free Church theologian of the nineteenth century to be mentioned here in the space of about a month, meaning that (i) the citation rate for homegrown talent has been better than average recently and (ii) I suppose some good can come out of autobiography sometimes.

Upon a life I did not live,
Upon a death I did not die –
Another’s life, Another’s death –
I stake my whole eternity.