raised his head, and began to give an illustration. From that moment onwards, for three-quarters of an hour, he held the vast audience bound as with a spell; his utterance waxed rapid and passionate till it became a torrent, yet less in the manner of oratory than of excited conversation. There was one overwhelming burst about the goodness of God in building the beautiful world for our house, its roof the starry infinite, its cellars stored with coal, and iron, and gold. Dean Stanley, a fastidious judge, declared of a sermon of Macleod’s that ‘it was all true and very moving’--the _ne plus ultra_ of praise--and that he did not know ‘the man in the Church of England who could have preached such a sermon.’ ‘The greatest and most convincing preacher I ever heard,’ is the confession of Sir Arthur Helps. According to an Indian critic, his preaching was ‘the perfection of art without art,’ ‘he spoke as a man to men, not as a priest to beings of a lower order,’ his effectiveness was due to ‘truth and honesty, guided by faith and unconsciousness of self, and expressed in manly speech face to face.’ His power in the pulpit seems unparalleled when to such testimonies is added the success and fame of his discourses to the poor. These were delivered in the Sunday evenings of winter. None but persons in working clothes were allowed to pass into the church. It was no uncommon thing for gentlemen to borrow fustian for the nonce; and they must present themselves with a slouch, and their hair pulled over their brows, lest the detective elders should penetrate their disguise. One such impostor had himself rigged out in ‘the cast-off working dress of a coach-builder--a dirty coat, a dirty white flannel vest, striped shirt, and cravat, and Glengarry bonnet.’ ‘I stood,’ he says, ‘waiting among the crowd of poor men and women that were shivering at the gate, biding the time. Many of these women were very old and very frail.... Poor souls! they were earnestly talking about the Doctor and his sayings. I conversed with several working men who had attended all the series from the first, three or four years back. I asked one man if they were all Scotch who attended. He said, “All nations go and hear the Doctor.” ... “A’body likes the Doctor,” said another. One man, a labourer, I think, in a foundry, said “he kent great lots o’ folk that’s been blessed by the Doctor, baith Scotch and Irish. I ken an Irish Catholic that wrought wi’ me, o’ the name o’ Boyd, and he came ae nicht out o’ curiosity, and he was convertit afore he raise from his seat, and he’s a staunch Protestant to this day, every bit o’ him, though his father and mother, and a’ his folks, are sair against him for’t.”’ None of the cushions or books were removed from the seats, and the witness says that the decorum was as good as at the regular service. ‘In reference to the mother and grandmother of Timothy, the preacher made a grand stand for character, which made the poor man next to me