Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1882-08-07

he says is just what the hungry soul
most Graves.
So when DR.. A. Alexander, the
divine of Princeton, went out to
little country Westinghouse and held
forth the word of life with that SIM
plicity which his wonderful spiritual
experience and insight were wont to
reveal in his sermons, an old lady
being asked how she liked the strang-
er, said: every well, but I guess
he is not very learned man." His
was learning that passeth knowl-
edge.
Norman Mcleod was a Scotch
preacher of splendid pulpit power.
He came over to this country a few
years ago, not long before his death,
to visit the lost sheep of the church
of Scotland in the wilds of Canada.
He found little Scotch settlement,
a dozen miles away from the railroad;
spent q Sabbath, and gave them two
or three of his sermons that in the
old country had stirred the souls of
the wisest and mightiest of that land
where all are born theologians and
spend much of their lives in what
Milton proposed to do when he sat
down to write ''Paradise Lost"
Monday morning one of these farm
ers was bringing the doctor to the
railroad, and said to him: "You see
we are a feeble folk; we want a
meenister most of all we can't have
a big man but if we had a plain
sort Of man, who can give us just
such little sermons as yours, it would
suit us very WE'LL
Alas for the Queens preacher, who,
at home, wore gold chain about his
neck in the pulpit as badge of his
preferment, and was thought the
greatest preacher of his day; but all
this went for nothing before the self
taught farmers in the backwoods of
North America. He concealed his
greatness that he might the more
readily minister to the men of one
book.
Some simple pleasant people affect
to be pleased with learning and
philosophy and whatever they cannot
understand, as the farmer who COM
planned to his new minister that he
never used any Latin in his sermons,
as the former pastor did.
"But l did not suppose you would
understand Latin if l used it il
preaching
"Well, we wouldn't, but we pays
for the best and we've right to the
best"
The Rev. DR.. Binning was a pro
found metaphysical preacher, wht
delighted to descant to his unletteret
people upon unconditional and thu
subjective, to their utter bewilder
ment and modification. After b.
had exchanged pulpits with the neigh
boring pastor of a very differen
style, one who thought the first dut,
of the minister is to make the trutI
ineligible, he returned, and meetin,
the sexton near the church and par
sonage, asked him Familiarity:
"And how did you like your preach
er last Sunday?''
To which the candid door-keepe
> replied: cit was a great deal to
plain and simple for me likes SCI
mons that tumble the judgment an
confound the sense, and never hear
anybody that could come up to YOU
self at that p
J. There is often a sad want of tai
in the selection of subjects and Sc
| mons for a summer-resOrt congreg:
ton. 1t is sure to be a mixed Grove
DIS SO is any congregation unless it is
81 States prison, where | have preacl
rit ed to more than a thousand men, g
of whom had been convicted of S
by the courts, if not by their ov
consciences. And the only place
which a congregation ever respond'
to my words with sobs and cries al
tears was female prison: as | w
speaking from the words, "Bless
are the pure in heart" the profigat
| abandoned women were so moved
the contrast when, without any all
sion to them, / described the beau
,, and blessedness of purity, they bro
out into hystericA and general wee
ing and wailing.
But at a watering place, the chur
or the hotel parlor must contain
IL. very mixed multitude, and he is
wise preacher who knows how