persons, during the last four or five weeks, entered into this perfect liberty of the sons of God.

Jan. 6th, Monday, A. M.- Yesterday forenoon I preached in a small chapel at Deadmanstone, a few miles from Huddersfield. The lesson for the morning was Rev. 2. When reading the fifth verse,-"and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent," power came upon

me to exhort some backslider present. I did so, with an extraordinary assurance that there was such an one present; talked to him as if he and I were alone with God; described what he was, what now; what his house once was, a place of prayer, its state now; that he was once a candlestick," giving light in his household, but now he was like an empty and lightless one. My appeals became sharper and sharper, that God was about to remove the candlestick out of his place into the grave, into perdition, unless he repented. My gestures became violent,“ not sawing the air, thus and thus," as Shakspeare deprecated

that would have been well in this instance; "spreading themselves abroad" did the mischief with the brass candlestick to the right. Out of its socket it went, rolling to and fro, till it found a resting-place far enough from the pulpit, but happened to hit nobody, though the chapel was full. It could not be helped. Did not design it, for certain; the people knew it; I seized it as an illustration of the lightless backslider, that thus and thus he should be removed out of his place suddenly, unless sudden repentance prevented the terrible catastrophe. My soul was strangely moved. The backslider was present, came forward to be prayed for, and the Lord saved him. Relighted the candlestick, and sent him home to his house, with his heart all flaming with the love of God.

Glory be to God! But, to "preach the reaching"

which God bids one, as he hinted to Jonah, Jonah 3: 2, is often like the whirlwind, tossing SYSTEM topsy-turvy. How often, by so doing, have I lost the good opinion of persons of taste and intelligence, but won souls! Ay, won souls, scores and scores of them! It is best to obey God, and risk all else. Amen. May I have grace to do so always,- for, O, it does require grace.

Returned to town, and assisted the Rev. John Ryan to administer the sacrament in Queen-street Chapel, in the afternoon. A gracious season. Was highly pleased with the chapel. A noble edifice, capable of seating more than two thousand people, I would suppose. In the proportions of its interior it is a model,—in height of the galleries, which quite surround it, and in the position of the pulpit, in its relation to every part of the building. The ceiling is just to my taste, the true elevation, neither too high nor too low, plain-surfaced, the true friend of elocution,vaulted ceilings are a curse. The pulpit, which is at the opposite end from the doors, projects, and is surrounded by the audience. Behind the pulpit is the orchestra, joined with the main galleries, and sufficiently elevated behind the preacher to aid grandly in projecting his voice,-- which plank does better than brick and mortar, always. Fixtures in pulpit in good taste; lighted with gas, as is all the house. A powerful organ and excellent choir, aided by nearly the whole congregation; all sing,- men, women and children. And when they sing it reminds one of what John heard of the singing in heaven, as the voice of many waters, or a thunder full of melody, and sweet as trembling harp-tones. A large lecture-room below, with many class-rooms, and a preacher's vestry, where he may pause and pray before he appears among the people, out of which there is a private stairway leading to the pulpit. No rattling of windows by

the wind, nor creaking of doors, nor slamming, nor noise of carriages without; for the chapel stands back a considerable distance from the street, and the space in front is flagged, like a palace-yard. Everything, in fact, is in perfect order and excellent taste. It sublimes and spiritualizes the soul to look around. There is nothing gaudy, but the greatest simplicity. Would that all chapel-building committees and trustees could take a few lessons in Queen-street Chapel, Huddersfield! The congregation seems in harmony with the place; a fine, intelligent-looking people, and devout, good specimens of genuine Yorkshires. We shall get better acquainted by and by. What if the Gospel, like Ithuriel's spear, in Milton, should find the DEVIL squatted here amid all this devout intelligence! If so, he shall be made to feel the touch of its celestial temper; if so, then we shall have a blaze of opposition of some sort:

"As when a spark

Lights on a heap of nitrous powder, laid
Fit for the tun some magazine to store
Against a rumored war, the smutty grain,
With sudden blaze diffused, inflames the air;
So started up, in his own shape, the FIEND!"

Well, last night, in this chapel, to a vast crowd, preached from those awful words in Jer. 23: 19, 20,-"Behold, a whirlwind of the Lord is gone forth in fury, even a grievous whirlwind: it shall fall grievously upon the head of the wicked. The anger of the Lord shall not return, until he have executed, and till he have performed the thoughts of his heart: in the latter days ye shall consider it perfectly." There were twenty-four persons found mercy, and eleven purity of heart. A good beginning. O, Jesus, ride on! subdue the people under thee! We were brought low, and thou didst help us. This is

known to all the people. Thy finger is seen, thy power is acknowledged. Man was humbled into the dust, was made nothing, as he sprang from nothing, and continues as nothing. Hallelujah!

Jan. 7th, Tuesday morning.- Brother Ryan preached last night a good sermon on Rev. 22: 16. Four souls were saved.

To-day, when walking out, met two young sinners, through whose lips Satan complimented me in no measured terms. I had reproved them for swearing. It only edged my spirit to preach as I have never done against all sins by which the devil peoples hell. Amen.

Jan. 8th. A fine spiritual breeze last night. Liberty of soul, great freedom of speech, with simplicity. A timely lift so early in the week; made the best of it, and in a holier sense than Burns intended:

"Then top and maintop crowd the sail,
Heave Care o'er side;

And large, before Enjoyment's gale,
Let's tak' the tide."

The two revivals are going on side by side, sweetly and evenly, justification and sanctification; like two great streams to the same ocean, or like the two rails in a railroad track. Over twenty saved when the meeting closed.

My soul enjoys conscious purity. What a paradise of sweetness there is in it! The blood of Jesus Christ, his Son, cleanseth me. Doubts are met by an instant application to that blood, through that promise.- Mark 11: 24. A great promise that, when one's consecration is entire.

My time is fully occupied; pen a-going six or seven hours a day. My correspondence is a heavy tax on time and strength, extending widely over these three kingdoms

and America; occupied sometimes till midnight, Mr. Webb folding and sealing my letters as fast as written. I cannot as yet diminish in any direction, it rather increases. But it is a fine opportunity to do good. It is my harvest; shame to let the sickle rust. There is a time in every Christian's life when he may do more good than at others. He is wise to improve it. Letter-writing suggests good thoughts, which I save for my sermons; replies to those at a distance tell well upon particular cases here; so that all is pressed some way into service in this war. My soul, too, is kept alive and happy by constant activity.

"Each morning finds some task begun,

Each evening sees it close;

Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose."

Jan. 9th.-A hard onset last night; could not rise; a fog on my spirit; gloom on the people,— some thought it infernal. Poor sinners felt it, too. They know when we have a hard time, and know, also, the brightening of the spiritual atmosphere, though they cannot understand it. Prayer-meeting heavy at first, but the air became heavenly after a while,

"And glory dawned on the gloom of hell."

The power of God was revealed, and that "ghastly squadron of despair," impenitent sinners, went away the saved of the Lord, with faces beaming like seraphs.

Eleven o'clock at night.— A good day, constant peace, and thoroughly active. I got a spiritual start in morning prayer, and kept ahead all day; a great advantage to begin the day well there; the mind well perfumed with grace then, the fragrance is sure to last all day. This seldom