died, amongst other things Anderson say nor think I am possessed of any but whatever good is in me is mainly awakening of my powers in these mem

The stumbling blocks that were put young preacher's licence, on account to the paper, made a deep and lasting sensitive nature. A keen sense of inj ing of bad treatment remained with hi His ecclesiastical cradle had been ro it was probably an element in the mak manhood. When he left the presby went home to weep over the laught sermons in the presbytery. The action had an effect it was never meant to him from the cramping prejudices of tarianism, it gave him a breadth of vie his ecclesiastical confines, it helped to kindly charity and magnanimity whi tinguished him, it showed him the we Church system, and it was also the ro ing sarcasm which he laved on many a in his City Hall speeches.

Anderson had not long entered o ministry when the organ question cam by the denomination. The use of th condemned by the synod. No matte into the ferment fearless of consequen

the use of the organ with a force and liberality of treatment, which, looking back on the state of feeling at the time, did him the greatest credit. He had to war against deeply-rooted prejudices. He did not win at the first, but he won eventually. Freedom to use a manuscript in preaching, and freedom to call instrumental aid to the service of praise, will seem to those south of the Tweed very poor conquests indeed to make boast of. Those, however, who know the character of the Scottish Dissent of the time will probably come to the conclusion that to a less strenuous spirit both reforms would have been alike impossible. Apart from the work done in the denomination by Dr. Anderson, Professor Eadie, Mr. Gilfillan, Dr. Brown of Paisley, and in his own department by Davidson, "the Scottish probationer," it is questionable if the United Presbyterian Church could have survived as a living force. The work of these men brought the denomination into touch with a larger and sweeter life, which would otherwise have been repelled by a narrowness and fanaticism not yet wholly extinct.

Dragged into controversy unwillingly, and at the very outset of his public life, the love of debate eventually ruled him like a hardly acquired taste. His bashfulness left him. He grew masterful and pugnacious. The give and the take, the thrust and the parry of public disputation became sweet to him. Conscious of his strength, he loved to call it into exercise. The greater discussions in which he took part were the Voluntary Controversy a sharp, short fight in which he got, by Chalmers and others, if not "knocked out of time," most certainly pommelled into his corner; the Anti-Slavery Movement, in which, amid the indifferentism of Glasgow, he made his voice to be strongly heard, and "dared to be in the right with two or three;" and the cause of

writing should have been of a polemical applause of the Colosseum is but a po gladiator dies in the sands of the arena. that cheered him in the City Hall, in t that crowded John Street Chapel on S the second editions of his stinging brod got his momentary reward. But at wh memory has perished with the shouts triumph. His polemics are dead and that really lives of him are his kindly foibles, his eccentricities.

ture.

In these days of regulation drill, whe all becoming as like each other as School it is refreshing to turn to the preaching so full of individuality, character, and sti his early mannerism had so far worn into his true self and became greatly Street Chapel was empty when he got it, he destroyed it and built a more co His manner was certainly outré. snuffer, and carried the powder not "mul," but in his vest pocket. A h crying, "My soul cleaveth to the du moment his thumb and finger were mini to an unlovely habit, had a broadly h tion, which even the mind of a Rel mersed in devout meditation, could observe. Such things are remembered

things are forgotten, and the more is the pity, for much that Anderson said in the pulpit was well worthy of being carefully treasured up. His printed sermons are all good. When, however, in latter years he prepared them for the press, he polished them too much. We miss the man in them, his turnings, his unpremeditated bursts, his trenchant remarks aside. He was a better platform orator than preacher, and a better preacher than writer. The vulgar thought him "daft," but of daftness in him there was none. What the unappreciative thought derangement was only the operation of a fresh, a buoyant, an original, and fruitful mind, a mind that remained sweet and unconventional to the last.

Dr. Anderson's millenarian views brought him into contact with Edward Irving. These views he kept in control, but he never abandoned. Where they occur they rather freshen than disfigure his pages. He died, Sunday, 15th September, 1873. Before this event occurred he said he did not expect to be long in his grave. And again he said, "My prophetical views have helped in no small degree to give me my present comfort."

The University of Glasgow gave him his LL.D. The honour is sufficient witness of the worth of his public services, and of learned appreciation of his multifarious labours. Apart from his occasional pamphlets, he did not become an author till late in life. Notwithstanding,

his literary remains are both considerable and creditable. "Regeneration" displays rare faculty of methodical treatment and no small power of theological analysis. The "Filial Honour of God" is also a meritorious performance. These works are not the worse that they show their author the partisan of no particular theological school. Dr. Anderson also left

penman. There is no lack of thought, there is a want of imaginative fusion To get a correct view of Dr. Anders back on his personality, his pastoral public activities, his sympathy with po his hatred of oppression, his zeal in struggling cause, his fearless outspok underlying warmth and geniality of hi these things all into account, Dr. A esteemed an honour to his denominati of his birth.