The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-02-16
CAMPBELS THE
 DISTURBER Famous Preacher Comes to Lecture America. IS THE FOE OF STAGNATION Rugged Personality That Fears
 Nothing. He Has Been Called -The Voice of ChaIlcnge"--Facts About His
 Remsrknbie Work
 in London.
IS THE FOE OF sTAGNATlON

LoD0On, EGD. lO.-EnHiano---Ln8G iS critical Engiand--is wondering what Campbell, by the time that famous di- vine finishes his proposed two months' tour of the United States which he fs to begin in June, Rev. Mir. Camp bell has rough and ready way of hitting metaphorical nails on their heads, and of putting truths in their eoidest, hardest lights: of calling a spade a spade, to revert to card-play- ing parlance for the sake of descrip- ton.
 It may be that he willSbe a trife more circumspect in his utterances while touring America. but even at that he is very apt to shock some of the good people of the Hand of the free" particularly those who sincere " believe themselves good, but who suffer from those sins~of commission and omission in business and social way. which while they do not offend in Q lawful way yet trangress the higher moral law.
 whether to friend or foe, Rev. Mir. Campbell is one of the two most arr resting personalities in the London of our time. He is the voice of disquiet and of challenge. He is the disturber of comfortable peace. He hurries with breathless eagerness from point to point. the lighted torch ever in his hand. the trail of conflagration ever in his wake.
 Once Stnrted, Naught Can Stop HIEn.
 He follows no lead,except that of hts own urgent unquiet spirit. He is indifferent to consequence, will brook no interference, drives straight for- ward, deaf to appeals from the right hand or the left. Friends cannot per- suade him; parties canont hold him: creeds cannot limit him. He is like the wind that bloweth where it listeth.
 If stagnation is death and discomfort divine then he Is one of the best as- Rets of the time. He filings his bombs into the stagnant parlors of thought. and thrills the air with the spirit of unrest. Acquiescence and content van ish at his challenge. The sleeper rubs his eyes. He is awake. The vision Is before him. The air is filled with the murmur of many voices. He too, must be up and doing.
 Mir Campbell was born forty years ago. A Londoner by birth, he Is the son of Rev. John Campbell. a retired Methodist, minister. but as his name denotes. has good Scottish blood in his veins Having taken high honors at OxfOrd. ho~>was appointed in 1895 to the nastorate of Union Street Congre- gational Church, Brighton. which soon was united under him with the Queen Square Church. His fame as preach CT became known. and in 1903 he re- ceived an invitation to the pastorate of the City Temple. His advocacy of what Is termed the New Theology is perhaps the greatest feature in the re- ligious life of the past year.
 The Truth His Only Thought.
 Tn the great, dim, industrial cities of the North where in the dark of the winter and the gray dawn of the sum- mer mornings the women. clothed in their shawls and clogs go forth to their labor in the mills. there is la wel1-known figure. He is the knock er-up." At o'clock the chatter of his clogs rings down the silent street. and the thunder of his knock echoes from every door. He passes. and soon in the darkness there is the sound of a people awake. Doors bang, and voices ring out on the still air. and there follows the harsh music of thousand clogs, pattering in shrilI chorus to the mills. The battle of life has recom- nienced.
 Mir. Campbel Is the "knocker- -up' in the dawn of the twentieth century. The chimes of the great cathedral surge dreamful music on our slumbers: but across from the City Temple comes the sound of a bell, violent, dangerous. in- sistent. that shatters sleep. and awakes
 
 may find 1t harsh and discordant. But at least it makes you leap to your feet if only to take up it's challenge.
 NOncOnfOrmist of First Water.
 Nonconformity does not know what to make of this apparition that has suddenly burst into it's midst It finds it's throne. as it were. in the hands of the revolutionary. It finds the old flag that waved from the keep hauled down, and the twin flag of the New Theol- ogy" and Socialism flying defiantty In the breeze It finds it's doctrines va- porized into thin air diffused into a kind of purple mist. beautiful. but ir- tangible It finds itself indicted in it's own cathedral for the sin of Pharisa- ism. pictured to the world as Mrs. Oli- phant loved to picture it-as a system of snug content caricatured in the bitter sheer of Swift:
 We are Gods chosen few:
 All others will be damned,
 There is no place Tn Heaven for you;
 We cant have Heaven crammed
 It has borne the scourge with singu- lar restraint. It has known that there has been a certain truth in the charge in the past. It knows that there is less truth in it today than at any time since it was born out of the purging