dote concerning "old Father Flynt," formerly tutor of Harvard College. This gentleman was noted for his parsimony, and had several times reproved the students for attending Whitefield's preaching. One day he yielded to a request of another officer of the college, and went with him to hear Whitefield. There was a collection taken up for the asylum at the South, and Flynt, being transported with his eloquence, unconsciously drew from his pocket a bill and dropped it in the box. He invited his friend back to take tea with him, and on the way scarcely opened his mouth. As soon as Flynt entered the room he was asked by one of the students who boarded with him how he liked Mr. Whitefield. "Like him!" replied Flynt; "why the dog has robbed me of a five-pound note!"

Whitefield and the Philanthropist.

Anthony Benezet was a native of France, from whence he removed to Philadelphia. He was a member of the Society of Friends, and a teacher of the Friends' school, and afterward of a school for the blacks. He was a distinguished philanthropist, and a great friend of the colored race, who shared both in his sympathy and his bounty.

Mr. Benezet was a great admirer of Mr. Whitefield, with whom he was on intimate terms, and he had the honor of entertaining him at his house when he was in Philadelphia, his parlors witnessing the hearty welcomes the itinerant received. He

confessed to Mr. Whitefield with tears that the Society of Friends, to which he belonged, were in general in a state of carnal security. This stimulated Whitefield to be very plain and powerful in exposing their errors. The consequence was that many of the Society of Friends were displeased, and forsook him.

This friend of Whitefield-his host, and the friend of humanity-died in 1784, causing great mourning and sad lamentation. At his funeral, while hundreds of negroes were weeping, an American officer who witnessed the scene said, "I would rather be Anthony Benezet in that coffin than George Washington with all his fame."

Whitefield and the Man at a Distance.

Much has been said and written about the noble voice of Whitefield, and the immense distance it could be heard. No wonder it was said that "Whitefield had a voice like a lion." It is stated that one clear day while preaching in Philadelphia he was heard at Gloucester Point, two miles below the city, and on the other side of the Delaware. He was preaching in England one calm summer evening in a meadow on the bank of a river; his voice was in perfect order, and it thrilled like a trumpet, and, as he repeated his text ever and anon, his voice was wafted along the stream, and the words were heard by a man working in a field a mile or two distant, who knew nothing of White

field's preaching, but concluded that it was the voice of God speaking to him from heaven. He responded to it, and falling on his knees prayed for the forgiveness of his sins and for a change of heart. Heaven in mercy answered his prayer, and he arose a new creature in Christ Jesus.

Whitefield and the Log College.

The "Log College" has been immortalized by Dr. Archibald Alexander. When Whitefield was in Philadelphia in 1739 old Mr. Tennent came to visit and to hear him. The "good old man was delighted, and through him Whitefield soon became acquainted with his son Gilbert. He went with Gilbert to Neshaminy, to visit the good old patriarch and to see the log-house, so like "the school of the ancient prophets." In that theological seminary, that "Log College," the old father had not only trained and educated his four sons for the ministry, but also several others, who became in time bright and shining lights, among whom were Rowland, Campbell, Lawrence, Beatty, Robinson, and Blair. Hallowed spot! Memorable place!

Mr. Whitefield was charmed with the scene, and predicted the result of the Christian enterprise. He said, "The devil will certainly rage against the work, but I am persuaded it will not come to naught." His prediction was verified; the devil did rage against it, but all in vain. The work had the broad-seal of heaven upon it.

The "Log Col

lege" gave birth to Nassau Hall, the College at Princeton, and its Theological Seminary, institutions which have been honored of God, are ornaments to our country, a blessing to the Church, the nation, and the world.

On Mr. Whitefield's arrival in Philadelphia in 1763 he rejoiced to hear that sixteen students had been converted the previous year at New Jersey College. This was medicine to him for every thing but his asthma, with which he was at times troubled. This college conferred on Mr. Whitefield the degree of A. M.

Whitefield and Gilbert Tennent.

Gilbert Tennent, the oldest son of the old patriarch of whom previous mention has been made, settled in New Brunswick, New Jersey. George Whitefield and he were kindred spirits. They were just the men to meet at that time. Both were unboundedly popular, and both had suffered persecution. They became as intimate as Jonathan and David, and fought heroically side by side the battles of the Lord. Whitefield heard him preach with profound admiration, declaring that he was 66 a son of thunder who must either convert or enrage hypocrites." Again he heard him with self-abasement. "Never before," says he, "heard I such a searching sermon. He went to the bottom indeed, and did not daub with untempered mortar. He convinced me more and more that we can

preach the Gospel of Christ no further than we have experienced the power of it in our own hearts. I found what a babe and novice I was in the things of God."

Gilbert Tennent was exceedingly useful in Boston, where, through the influence of Aaron Burr, then President of Princeton College, he went to water the seed which Whitefield had sown there. He was also very useful in preaching in Philadelphia. Mr. Whitefield corresponded with him, prepared the way for his going to England to solicit funds for the New Jersey College, cordially welcomed him on his arrival, and introduced him to his financial friends, who nobly responded to his call.

Whitefield and William Tennent.

William Tennent was a younger brother of Gilbert, and he was a marked character. He once lay in a trance so many days that his friends supposed him to be dead, and made preparations to bury him. The old house in which he used to preach, and where also Whitefield preached, is still standing at Freehold, New Jersey, in its primitive simplicity, and, when visiting there not long since, we found the old parsonage, was still standing, though greatly dilapidated. We brought away a shingle which bears the mark of very great age. Not far from the old church the battle of Monmouth was fought, the church edifice serving at the time as a hospital.