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212 life, pointing out several of his congregation, and calling them by name, which original proceeding seemed to find favor with his people. He used no notes, but talked rather than preached; and leaning over the railing, urged, argued, prayed, and sang with a hearty eloquence, very effective, and decidedly refreshing after High Church mummery abroad, and drowsy Unitarianism at home. Now and then he stopped to give directions for the comfort of his flock in a free and easy manner, which called up irresistible smiles on the faces of strangers.

"Mrs. Flacker, you'd better take that child into the anteroom: he's tired." "Come this way, friends: there's plenty of room." "Open all the windows, Manning: it's very warm." And when a sad sort of cry interrupted him, he looked down at an old woman shaking with epilepsy, and mildly remarked, "Don't be troubled, brethren: our sister is subject to fits," and preached tranquilly on.

For two hours he held that great gathering, in spite of heat, discomfort, and other afflictions of the flesh, and ended by saying, in a paternal way,—

"Now remember what I've said through the