health; and he died at Llandudno, in Wales, on June 4th, 1875, soothed and supported by the hopes of the Gospel.

We doubt not that his bereaved congregation will prize heartily this memorial volume, and that our readers will thank us for telling them a little about a life and character in which there were so many points worthy of their imitation.

A Commentary on the Original Text of the Acts of the Apostles. By HORATIO B. HACKETT, D.D., Professor of Biblical Literature in Newton Theological Institution. First Complete British Edition. London: Hamilton, Adams, & Co. Glasgow: Thomas D. Morison. 1877. Pp. 366.

THE importance of the book of the Acts of the Apostles, lying as it does mid-way between the fourfold narrative of the life of Christ and the apostolic epistles to the primitive churches, cannot be overrated. From such a volume as Paley's Hora Paulina we may see what wealth of corroborative evidence to the heavenly origin of Christianity is to be found in this indispensable intermediate composition, the existence of which is a clear proof of the wisdom and love of that Divine Spirit who has, from the beginning, watched over the interests of the Church. Yet exegetes have, in general, devoted more time to the gospels and the doctrinal epistles than to this God given history of the planting of Christianity in the earth; and it is matter of thanksgiving when so exhaustive a work as Dr. Hackett's is brought within the reach of the students of theology. Of course the book is intended for the learned-the teachers of the people. Every word in the sacred text is brought through the crucible of searching criticism; while so many influential quotations are continually being made from the commentaries of the ablest German and British expositors that the impression is left upon the reader's mind that the author has literally made himself acquainted with every work that bears upon the exposition of the Acts. Books of travel are also frequently laid under contribution; while Dr. Hackett repeatedly, yet not intrusively, gives us the benefit of his own journeys and voyages in Palestine and the Levant.

In a very careful and instructive introduction, Dr. Hackett gives it as his opinion that Paul's conversion took place in A.D. 36-that is, three years after our Lord's crucifixion. He then supplies a condensed summary of his life, enabling his reader to see at a glance the chronological order of the subsequent events of the Apostle's laborious life. We have turned up some of the most important passages in the volume, and have found that the character of the exposition for profound scholarship and admirable judgment is sustained throughout. We think it probable that Dr. Hackett is himself a Baptist in sentiment, inasmuch as, although he does not give a decided opinion on the Pædo-baptist controversy, when he has occasion to refer to it, the passages which he quotes from such writers as Olshausen, De Wette, and Neander, tell more on the Baptist than on the Pædo-baptist side.

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SIXTH SERIES.

No. XII-JUNE, 1877.

FROM GLASGOW TO MISSOURI AND BACK. No. 12.

CHAPTER XXVI.

FROM MONTREAL TO NEW YORK.

As we drew up in the "Corinthian," at the harbour of Montreal, we noticed that another splendid steamer was ready to start for Quebec, upwards of a hundred miles farther down the St. Lawrence, whenever the passengers would be transferred to her from our boat, who preferred the watery to the iron way. Two warm friends of the Evangelical Union, Messrs. Weir and Smith, were standing on the pier ready to receive us, having been advised of our intended visit, as well as of Mr. Anderson's. They conducted us to the Ottawa Hotel, in Great St. James's Street, a house of entertainment which, in point of size and comfort, could vie with any which we had yet seen on the American continent. Many pleasant reminiscences were called up of the work of the Lord in Scotland, when the Evangelical Union was founded, upwards of thirty years ago, the scene of which lay chiefly in the district of Shotts Iron Works, where Mr. Weir's boyhood had been spent. He holds now an important and responsible situation in the Custom House at Montreal.

On Sabbath forenoon, Dr. Morison went to worship in the splendid Wesleyan Church in St. James's Street. He had been much importuned by the minister of that church to preach there, as we came down the St. Lawrence the day before, but had declined on the score of his weak voice; but as he feared lest the worthy clergyman would be offended at his refusal, he

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went to hear a sermon in the edifice, to show his perfect goodwill. Mr. Weir called to take me to the Shaftesbury Hall, where the mission station had been established, in connection with which Mr. Anderson had come to Montreal to preach for a Sabbath or two.*

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When I reached the hall I found that I was expected to conduct the services. I had considerable liberty in preaching, but if I had known that Mr. Dougall, the proprietor of the Montreal Witness, was present, and that he was busily engaged in taking notes of my discourse (which, indeed, he reported at considerable length in the issue of the Tuesday following), possibly I would not have felt so much at home in my subject.

The following is the outline of my day's proceedings, which my brief and often very illegible journal contains: "Dinner with Mr. Baylis, one of the deacons of the John Knox Congregational Church (Rev. Dr. Wilkes' for many years, now Rev. Mr. Bray's). Tea at Mr. Weir's, where Dr. Morison baptized his infant child. Kind Christian welcome from Mrs. Weir and family, and Miss Russell, from Scotland. Yielded to much solicitation, and preached in the evening in John Knox Congregational Church. Much surprised at close of sermon at the number of Glasgow people who came up to speak to me, and claimed acquaintanceship as old members and hearers in Blackfriars Street, Glasgow. Dreadful thunderstorm came on before the service was ended. Had to remain in the church for some time, waiting for it to clear away. Found on reaching the Ottawa Hotel that Dr. Morison had preached to a large congregation in the Wesleyan Chapel, on Matt. xi, 28."

On Monday we spent the forenoon in visiting some of the more prominent objects of interest in Montreal. Chief among these was the Cathedral of Notre Dame, built in imitation of the celebrated building of that name in Paris, and certainly it is a very good miniature, if miniature it can be called. The two towers are each 220 feet high, and the church is said to be capable of containing 10,000 persons. It has a celebrated bell, which is without doubt remarkable, for it actually weighs 29,400 pounds. Dr. Morison, Mr. Anderson, and myself found abundant standing room between the tongue and the sides. I took down the Latin inscription that has been carved upon it. On the one side we read: "Piissimo mercatorum, agricolarum, artificiumque Marianopoliensium dono." (By the most pious

* I find it necessary to correct a statement which I made in last chapter. Owing to complications in the history of the John Knox Church, Montreal, which I need not specify, they ceased to support the mission, and Mr. Anderson was compelled, even after a chapel had been built, to retire from the field. He is now pastor of the Congregational Church in the town of Gaines, New York State, and fifty miles from the Falls of Niagara.

gift of the merchants, husbandmen, and tradesmen of the city of Mary). I am here reminded that the Indian name of Montreal was Hochelaga. Then from 1642 to 1760 it was called Ville Marie, Mary's City. Since 1760, however, when it fell into the hands of the British, it was named Montreal. On the other side of the bell the inscription ran: "Negotiamini dum venio. Omnis spiritus laudet Dominum. Fundatae anno Marianopolis 206. Pii. P.P. pontificatus IX. Victoria Reginæ Britanniarum XVIII." (Occupy till I come. Let every soul praise the Lord. Founded in the year of the city of Mary, 206. Of the pontificature of the holy Pope Pius, 9. Of Victoria, the Queen of Britain, 18.) There is, undoubtedly, edification to be found in the preaching and teaching of that bell. If only every one that breathes would begin to praise the Lord for His mercies, would not that be the beginning of regeneration in many a soul? And if, besides praising God, they would transact all their business in His fear, and in view of His second coming (and the word which I have rendered "occupy" has that meaning literally), would not that be true sanctification besides? If I lived in Montreal, that would be the blessing I would derive from the deep sound of the Gros Bourdon every time 1 heard it ring.

We could have told that we were in a city which was, to a large extent, Roman Catholic, by the number of priests whom we saw moving about, especially in the more quiet streets, rendered noticeable by their peculiar dress and their demure looks. Montreal extends along the shore of the St. Lawrence for nearly three miles; while in breadth it goes back towards the hill from which it takes its name, in some places a mile, and in others even as far as two miles. The city is built upon an island, which is formed by the waters of the Ottawa and the St. Lawrence. Only a third part of the Ottawa falls into the St. Lawrence above the La Chine rapid, as I mentioned in last chapter. The principal stream flows to the north of the island of Montreal, ten miles from the city, and joins the St Lawrence about eighteen miles below it. The island of Montreal is thus thirty miles in length and ten in breadth.

We were surprised to meet this Monday forenoon, in the streets of Montreal, the Rev. John Baxter, of Wishart U. P. Church, Dundee, with whom we had crossed from Liverpool to New York in the "Abyssinia." He had been preaching the day before in the Presbyterian Church from which he subsequently received a call, and of which he is now minister. We paid a farewell visit after mid-day to Mr. Weir's family, and commended them in prayer to the Lord, hoping to meet in the heavenly world, if never more in this,

We left Montreal at 3 p.m., en route for New York by Lakes Champlain and St. George. We found several friends waiting at the depôt for the purpose of bidding us good-bye, who had just begun to hear of our visit to the city. Among these was Mr. Cameron, formerly a member of my own church, and then in a bank in Montreal, and Mr. Symington, who used to hear me, as he said, between the years 1847 and 1851. We immediately entered upon one of our most remarkable experiences during the whole of our Transatlantic tour. I refer to the crossing of the St. Lawrence by the grand Victoria tubular bridge, which, as I remarked in the close of the last chapter, is nearly two miles in length. It continues the Grand Trunk Railway from the island of Montreal to the southern shore of the river, which great line had crossed the branch of the Ottawa already described, near La Chine. This magnificent viaduct was constructed at the cost of £1,260,000, and was opened by the Prince of Wales on the occasion of his visit to Canada in 1860. The tube through which the carriages run is 22 feet high, and 16 feet.broad. Every here and there, little windows let in the light upon the gently advancing traveller; for the speed is prudently made slow, owing to the peculiarity of the mode of transit. We saw nothing of the river till we had crossed it; and we were ready to confess when we had emerged from this iron tunnel that it was well worthy of the name that is sometimes given to it, "the eighth wonder of the world."

We now sped rapidly along the open railway towards Rouse's Point, at the head of Lake Champlain. The thirty miles of our journey which lay between the southern shore of the St. Lawrence and this beautiful lake, lay in the dominion of Canada; for I omitted to notice in last chapter that shortly after we passed Ogdensburgh the United States territory on the southern shore of the river terminated, so that both sides of the St. Lawrence at Montreal were under the government of our Queen. Whenever we reached Lake Champlain, however, we had the State of New York again on our right hand, and the State of Vermont on our left, as we sailed down the inland sheet of water on that beautiful summer evening. Before reaching the lake we noticed a large gushing river on our left hand from time to time. This turned out to be the Sorel or Richelieu, which is the outflow of Lake Champlain, and falls into the St. Lawrence about fifty miles below Montreal. What makes this Lake Champlain and its smaller sister, Lake George, so very agreeable to the American tourist, is the fact that the great lakes of the continent are really inland seas, and possess no beauty save that of grandeur when their vast expanse is surveyed, or when the tempest has agitated them furiously. But