Do I cherish that feeling of love for my fellow creatures that becomes a Christian?

I think I do. I do not find so much cause to complain of myself in this respect as in many others. Indeed, I believe I am often too open-hearted and reveal my thoughts too freely. By this means, I lessen my influence. This I think was my failing at Mr. -'s in 1853.

I close my present sheet as a dark catalogue. The mercy of God is my only hope. "I will cease from man whose breath is in his nostrils."

D. MACVICAR.

It was during his college course that he developed the marked teaching faculty which ultimately brought him to distinction. He assisted then in his brother Malcolm's Academy on Jarvis Terrace, Gould Street, Toronto, opposite the present Normal School, and afterwards in Georgetown, to which place the Academy was removed.

His brother made an earnest effort to persuade him to continue in this educational work, but the passion for the ministry burned too strongly in his soul. For six months previous to his settlement in Guelph, he preached in Brock Street Temperance Hall, Toronto, and then, having been pressed to accept an appointment to what was called "Foreign Mission Work" in British Columbia, and also calls to Collingwood, Bradford, West Gwillimbury, Erin, Hogg's Hollow near Toronto, and Guelph, he decided in favor of the last place as his field of labor.

shall sink beneath the load. Who is sufficient for these things? The care of souls is entrusted to me. I have to set before them a momentous choice. I am to be a savor of life to some and of death to others. Great God! and shalt Thou one day place me on Thy left hand for my unfaithfulness in dealing with my fellows! I roll my burden upon Thee! God of my salvation, sustain me."

This entry, made in his Index Rerum-for he never kept a diary-on the day of his ordination,

October 19th, 1859, shows that in the interval since the balancing sheet was drawn up, his serious view of life, and the work to which it committed him, had not weakened.

It was far from an encouraging prospect that faced him that day in Guelph when "the church was not full." The fact is, the church had rarely been full for some time previous. A kind, genial, thoroughly good man-none other than a brother of Professor Young-with profound learning, but no pulpit gifts, had been his predecessor. One surviving member of the congregation recalls that sometimes there were as few as ten people at a service, at other times not more than twenty. Mr. Young had actually put upon his memory the entire contents of the Hebrew and Greek lexicons: but that kind of accomplishment did not prove any more drawing then than it would now.

A struggling Sunday School of eighteen scholars, with a superintendent and two teachers to look after them, fairly represented the organized activity of the congregation. No wonder that his soul fainted on assuming such a charge. He little dreamed how characteristic of his entire career it was to be that, through the blessing of God, he would become the means of making two blades of grass-for that matter a myriad-grow where only one, or none, had grown before. It was not to be long before the old-fashioned stone church, which stood on the present site of the Raymond Sewing Machine