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Rh were thrown into the pulpit to refresh the exhausted orator. The hymn finished, he rose again, and, recovering his strength, thundered on for another hour."

It is doubtful if any address delivered from the pulpit ever was listened to with more enthusiastic admiration than this brilliant oration. It is said that even the place and the subject did not restrain old men in the front gallery from giving audible manifestations of their applause. As he approached the autumn of life, his power in the pulpit became more perceptible and impressive. It was when the autumnal tints of those concluding years had touched his great bushy head and beard and strongly-marked features, that I first saw and heard him. The earnestness of his soul in his work, his voice, mellowed like a sabbath bell that had called a dozen generations to the sanctuary, the deep solemnity of his manner, the sheen of a godly life that seemed to surround him like a halo, the very reflection of the thoughts he had put forth upon the world through his books—all gave to his discourse a power which I had never seen equalled in any other minister on either side of the Atlantic. I first met him the first hour of my first visit to Birmingham in 1846. Without any introduction or previous acquaintance. I had ventured to write to him a year or two prior to my coming to England, and had the