One curious experience befell me there, outside the range of my ordinary work. A “Temperance Union” of Women engaged me to address a Working Folks’ Meeting on a Sabbath afternoon, in what they called the Peoples’ Church. When I arrived, nearly half of the large Platform was occupied with ladies scraping away and tuning their violins, large and small! A lady occupied the chair, and introduced Dr. Blank, a Unitarian or rather an Infidel, who was to speak for ten minutes, and then leave the meeting in my hands. He knew that I had to leave within an hour, and drive to another meeting, but he went on and on, tracing a Carpenter all through his life to exhausted old age, manifestly stirring up class against class, and sowing the seeds of infidelity. At last, he wound up by picturing the Carpenter, outworn and ready to die, sitting with his wife and children around the table at their evening meal, taking the bread and breaking it and saying: “Eat ye all of it, for this is my body broken for you; this do in remembrance of me, for I have worn out my life for your sakes.” Whereon, his wife poured out the tea, and said: “If the bread is your body broken for us, this tea is my blood shed for you; drink ye all of it in remembrance of me, as I have spent my life in toiling for you.” Being able to stand it no longer, I turned to the ladies behind us and said aloud: “Who is this blasphemer that you have set up to speak to the people? He is simply belching out Infidelity, and setting man against man. This is a black disgrace to you all!” He paused a moment, and then said: “I wish this Congregation to understand that, in what I have just said about the Carpenter and his bread, I throw no slight on the name or memory of one who thus parted from his followers long ago”—and thereon he resumed his seat, having spoken for nearly the whole hour. Reply was impossible for lack of time, and my expected Address was crushed aside. But, ere I left the Platform, I uttered a few burning words, and the whole audience seemed to go with me. I denounced all setting of the poor against the rich, as alien to the spirit of Jesus. I branded as an insult to the Divine Saviour of the world the blasphemer’s parody of the Lord’s Supper, to which we had been treated. I warned these Temperance workers that, in bringing such a teacher of Abstinence before the people, they were degrading the cause which they desired to promote. And finally, I summoned them to remember that we must all appear before the Judgment Seat of Christ, and implored them, and Dr. Blank amongst the rest, to seek pardon and acceptance at the feet of Jesus now, that they might find their Judge was also their Saviour in the last awful day! A hasty Benediction was pronounced, at the Chairwoman’s request. I hurried from the Church, greatly shocked, but encouraged by the handshake and the “God bless you!” of many whom I passed. There was one small consolation which I unfeignedly enjoyed—the fiddling ladies had no