The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1870-06-04

The remainder of the day is spent in
rambling around familiar spots and Wis
ting old f4eads, - q whom profess |
Il least. = b vsryglsa to DEE us. One
of tls.n, HwA suepesfal md honored
sitissn. u. Eurv, liars q length 10
the Bassl Congress, and informs US that
Mr.. LucraSs-an English delega' ~
was formerly in his employ. 0fcosrss
hs thinks - pvOcedhgs were of too
radical Q character, but admits that
the s.aborI movement" il making inn
nense strides throughout Europe:
Learning. on Sabbath morning. that
the Rev. DR., Cairsna, one of the pro-
feasors Of the University Of Edinburg,
Who used to study his lexicon while
driving his hay cert to market, has re-
turned to his charge, after an absence
Of several months, we Determine to
avail ourselves of the treat i'm Store, of
hearing him once more. And, indeed,
. treat it proves TO be. Few men in the
religious world rank with this unpreten-
tious divine. DiiRdsnt to a fault,
calm and digni6ed in mien, and
commanding in appearance, he is
acknowledged as one Of the
ablest, If not the sblest, theologi-
cal oontroysrsialist in Great Britain, %
his unanswsrabls reply TO " Remains
Life Of Jesus" sbundantiy proves.
When we last saw him he was, in the
prime of life, bat the hand Of tine has,
ere this farrowed his cheek and silver
ed his locks.o The schurch bells are
pealing the same mellow chimes as
those we listened to twenty years ago,
the same balmy Sabbath stiffness pre-
vails-for Sabbath morn in Berwick is
certainly unlike one la Chicago Or New
York. And We expect to hear gospel
sermon too, . treat which can be sp-
preciatsd by those@who have listssed
to the productions of our fashionable,
sensational, political or liberal divines.
The chapel u crowded. The return Of
the beloved and revered pastor has
filed every seat and aisle. " Let us
commence the worship Of God by sing
;ag the hymn, |" is uttered in slow and
measured terms, because he means what
he says No squeaking organ is al
lowed , sre, no operate professionally
to take the plsce Of the congregation
The subject h FAfrH and, - he warns
he tears % shreds the Aimsyr pssten
! tious caviings Of the soeptie, with ths
\ salm eloqusnce of . Webster and thu
Iremorseiess logic Of q Douglas. At it
close. we cannot help remarking tina
such q sermon is worth coming from
Edinburg to preach or going from Chi
eago to hear and that It Is NJ
4 wonder that the king Of Prus
1 sis should have congratulated the doc
tor. at Berlin, after having preached
the anniversary sermon before tn
: Evangelical Alliance (f we mistake
nOt), several years ago.
) That il one side of iife-here is an
other. At the distance of couple 0
blocks from the chapel, rabble 10 col
lected. A woman is leaning her hea'
! against the wall, her face covered wit
. blood. On asking the cause we lear
4 - AA- hnahand-a a.----.--- A----ss
has nearly felled her. ''Do you allo,
men to strike women i'm that manner :?
we enquire Of q buriy loafer, who is ey
identity enjoying the spectacle. "Weel
you see," he replies, 'it's only a famil
quarrel, and We dinna fash ourseI
about q man and wlfe's business.
Truly strange state Of society, thoug
we should be very much pleased to Sc
! !" bobby" fash himself about yess.
In the evening we listen to a sense
less harangue on tesapercscs, in the Bap
fist Church, and wonder why such des
: -ecration of an honored pulpit is per
mitted. Lacking merit, originality, o
fAnything to commend it to its auditors
the discourse is both proftless ant
senseless. A walk to Fweedmouth fol
lows, in company with our old, estesmet
Sabbath School teacher, whore ssvera
friends are visited, who seem to regard
as as visitor from the dead.
On Monday morning bright an early,
we are of for fishing excursion, on
the Whitaker, q tributary Of the
Tweed. Do We remember the way.
Well, guess wen find it. Aye, here il
the old familiar road-the neatly trim
med corn stack-the quaint houses Of
the hinds-the hedges Of hawthorn,
and the old fashioned, cumbersome
carts, whose drivers evidently weren't
born in . hurry. That is Ralph Foster,
Of SAMSON Seal, who has just passed
us, Here is another Berwicker in his
gig; he bids MS good morning, but as
we are in no humor for conversation he
passes on. A pleasant walk Of three
miles brings us to our destination.
Canty's Bridge. Oh! how we have
longed to catch glimpse Of the river,
but here it is. Down goes the rod,
and in few minutes a baited line is
thrown, and a tiny shining front