lecturer discarded the former and upheld the latter. But claiming for theology the position of a queen, he maintained that she must ever be conversant with cotemporary research, and both give to philosophical and scientific investigations, and get from them in return. Having disposed of these prolegomena to his main subject, the Principal next proceeded to show the Yorkshire Congregationalists, who sat at his feet, how thoroughly Hebrew and Greek should be taught in their college, and the various chairs of Exegesis, Systematic Divinity, and Apologetics respectively attended to. The address must have had a stimulating effect upon all who heard it. He says :—

"It is ever open to the theologian to find in Force the efficient and active will of God, in Evolution the Divine method of creation, the working of the God who is so immanent in nature that its action is everywhere his, its struggle towards and for life his process of producing and perfecting it. Theology and Science are thus so related that their ultimate problems coalesce; in the great doctrines the one is ever formulating, the other may find either a new expression for some of its old truths, or an antithesis that it alone can work into a synthesis satisfactory to both systems."

Life Struggles. By REV. J. T. HILLOCKS. Edited by REV. Geo. GILFILLAN. Glasgow: John S. Marr & Sons.

IN this interesting volume Mr. Hillocks' career is traced from his confessedly humble origin in Dundee to his useful and honourable position now at the head of the Christian Union for Christian Work, in Stoke Newington Road, London. He was first called out to platform life by the Chartist movement (the imprudences of which he now regrets), and to literary life by gaining a prize for an essay entitled " Life-Story." His struggles were severe; for often, like the Man of Sorrows, he had not where to lay his head. He owed much, in London, to the sympathy and help of the Rev. J. H. Wilson, Secretary of the Congregational Home Missions, whose interesting Reminiscences of Byegone Days have, for several years, been so much appreciated by the readers of the Evangelical Repository, and also to the friendship of the Rev. Dr. John Guthrie, now of Glasgow, whose missionary he might have been called when that gentleman was pastor of Tolmer's Square Chapel there. We recommend Mr. Hillocks' book, as well as his useful labours, to the countenance and support of our readers. Mr. Gilfillan has done his part as editor with all that kindness and efficiency which were to be expected of him.

Pictures in Prose and Verse. By JOHN YOUNG. Glasgow. 1877. THE author of this volume has been known for several years in Glasgow and the West of Scotland generally as the writer of very felicitous verses, generally in his native Doric. In this work he comes before us partly in a new light—namely, as a writer of admirable prose; for his essay on "The Character and Life of Janet Hamilton of Langloan, the Scottish Poetess," would do honour to the pen of any of our first-class writers.

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EVANGELICAL REPOSITORY.

SIXTH SERIES.

No. XIV. DECEMBER, 1877.

FROM GLASGOW TO MISSOURI AND BACK. No. 14.

CHAPTER XXX.

NEW YORK AGAIN.

NEXT day Dr. Morison and I dined with my cousin at one of the large New York restaurants, and afterwards crossed over to the City of Brooklyn for the sake of visiting the celebrated Greenwood Cemetery. My friend hired a carriage for us from the Fulton Street Ferry to the burying ground, in the southern part of the city-a distance of three miles. We thus had a better opportunity than we had yet enjoyed of observing the dimensions and extent of "The City of Churches," — the descriptive name which Brooklyn generally gets.

The cemetery of Greenwood was first incorporated in the year 1838. It consists of 242 acres, one-half of which are covered over with wood of a natural growth. We were introduced to its superintendent, Mr. Gilchrist, a Scotchman, who informed us that since the year 1845 as many as 169,000 persons had been interred within its boundaries. Among the numerous and beautiful monuments I was specially interested in that which has been raised in honour of "Allen Finlay Breeze Morse. Born 1791, died 1872." As already stated, I had travelled through Palestine with the near relatives of this distinguished gentleman, and was prepared to look upon his grave with deep respect, from what I had heard them tell of the medals and honours which he had received at the hands of every court and government in the civilized world, as well as from what I knew of his scientific achievements. For there is No. 14. Vol. 4.

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no doubt that if the idea of the telegraph first flashed upon the mind of our own Wheatstone, as if along a heavenly electric wire, Morse was the first to show how the great scientific feat could be accomplished; and it would appear that, as in other great discoveries, even the original idea was coincident or synchronous in the minds of the two men of genius. Another very expensive monument endeavoured to confer immortality, even in the midst of death, on a young French lady who had been drowned at the early age of seventeen; while the inscription almost amused me that had been carved on the tomb of him who had devised the express system of highway travelling before the days of railways: "The king's business requireth haste." We were quite wearied with our long walk up and down the magnificent burying ground; and it was only a small part of it that we saw, for the winding walks are altogether twenty miles in extent, that is, if they were drawn out in one continuous path. From the successive elevations to which we came in our circular progress, we enjoyed commanding views of the great ocean, by which next day we were to seek our British homes, as well as of the cities of Brooklyn and New York, at our feet. Many funeral processions were entering or leaving again during the time of our visit; for the arrows of death fly thick and quick on the banks of the Hudson as well as on the banks of the Clyde. And the people who "bury their dead" there, like Abraham at Machpelah, must be able to count out the stipulated sum well; for Mr. Gilchrist informed us that the sum for "a lot," or, as we would call it, a lair, amounted, in many instances, to £100 of British money.

On our way back to "Fulton Street Ferry," we noticed that the summer tramway cars had all been turned out for the season. It seems that our trans-Atlantic cousins dispense with covered conveyances when the warm weather comes in, and are driven along the iron rails in the cities in long open vehicles, just like our railway carriages, with the roofs taken off.

As we passed in a car the end of the street in which Plymouth Church stands, we remembered with pleasure the Sabbath forenoon which we had spent there six weeks before; and we lifted our hearts in fervent desire that the storm which had begun to gather around the head of its celebrated pastor, Rev. Henry Ward Beecher, might soon be dissipated, and might not be allowed to do permanent injury to the cause of Christ.

In the evening we had the pleasure of witnessing and taking part in an entertainment which was somewhat peculiar to America. Our host, Mr. Aitken, with his lady and daughter,

were to start for Liverpool with us next day in the "Abyssinia." His friends, therefore, presented themselves at his house to bid him good-bye. They did not actually take the dwelling by storm, like the invaders or serenaders whom we had seen in the minister's house at Lincoln; yet the body of welcome bell-ringers was considerable. The principal rooms were thrown open; and it soon became evident, from the numerous attendance, that our excellent friends were much respected. What I liked best in the gathering was this, that the majority of the visitors were their church friends. The scene put me in mind of what one of my own office-bearers used to say long ago at such a gathering of Christian people, "How many happy meetings do we owe to Jesus!"

CHAPTER XXXI.

HOMEWARD VOYAGE.

Ar length, on Thursday, 24th April, 1874, we set sail from New York, at half past twelve P.M., on our homeward voyage. We drove in two carriages to the New Jersey Ferry, our host and hostess, with Dr. Morison and myself, occupying one conveyance, and their daughter and a lady friend from the city of Rochester, who also proposed to visit Europe, in another. These carriages were driven into the ferry-boat that plied between New York and Jersey city (where, as my readers will remember, the steamers of the Cunard line are all berthed), so that we did not need to leave our seats till we had reached the very place where the " Abyssinia" was lying. And what a scene presented itself to us there! At Liverpool, when we left Britain, the pathos of the farewell was diminished by the fact that the intending voyagers were taken out to the "Cuba" in tug-boats and in separate relays,-some being accompanied by their friends, and some not; but on the American side the relatives and acquaintances formed a dense mass, at first being crowded into the steamer itself, where many affecting farewell embraces were given, and at last, when the signal of departure was sounded, all gathered on the pier. We were not without our well-wishers among the rest; for my cousin was there to bid a friendly goodbye, and Mr. Love, the excellent missionary who had welcomed us on our arrival in New York, with his wife, Mr. John Crawford, &c., &c. Our valued friend John Service, Esq., of New York, would also have "accompanied us to the ship," but

he had by that time left the city for his annual holidays. I never shall forget the last long straining look of eyes that never might meet again, and even the parting exclamations, as the ship moved off from the harbour side, and vociferated words which would, in all probability, be the last words on earth which ocean-sundered friends would ever hear from one another's lips.

A lady who once belonged to my church in Glasgow deserves to be mentioned here, who had called at the ship in the course of the forenoon, but had not time to wait till the hour of embarkation. She had committed to the care of the steward, who had charge of our berth, a large jar of pine apple juice which had been prepared by her own motherly hands. It was for me a most unfortunate present. For I gave it a place of honour in the bottom of my most important trunk; but lo! whether owing to the power of faint fermentation, or not, I cannot tell, but one day I discovered to my dismay that "the bottle had burst," and my best clothes were swimming in the delicious but restless preparation. I certainly had cause to repine about that pine apple juice.

But to return to the departure of the good ship " Abyssinia." She was a long time of swinging round into mid channel. Indeed, without blaming any one of the numerous officials who were busy in the utterance and execution of orders, I would say that her mode of setting sail was very awkward indeed. But at length her head was duly pointed down the river; the propeller began to move in its place at half speed; and we began to leave the harbour of New York behind us. Then we got through the "Narrows" and out into the second harbour in which the shelter for ships, as already noticed, is of course not so good as the inner recess, although much better than the stormy ocean. We required a pilot with us all through this wide basin; because, although it looks as deep as the Atlantic itself, it really is not so,-and a practised eye and hand are needed to search out, and keep us in, the sinuous way. We could see the promontory of Sandy Hook in the offing, but regretted that it was robbed, at that early postmeridian hour, of the glory of its far-flashing light. I remember looking away back to the point at which the "Narrows" guard the way into the harbour proper of New York, which must have been fifteen miles behind me, and bidding both it and the great trans-Atlantic Republic. in my heart, good-bye. In all probability I would never again approach that metropolis, or mingle with that mighty people who dwell upon the American continent. But I was thankful for what I had seen and heard among them, and that I was carry