If Frederick Bayham's latter life has been chequered by misfortune, it may be that I have forgotten the precepts which the venerable parent of Charles Honeyman poured into an inattentive ear.

He too, as a child, was not exempt from faults; as a young man, I am told, not quite free from youthful indiscretions.

But in this present Anno Domini, we hail Charles Honeyman as a precept and an example, as a decus fidei and a lumen ecclesiae (as I told him in the confidence of the private circle this morning, and ere I ever thought to publish my opinion in this distinguished company).

Colonel Newcome and Mr.Binnie! I drink to the health of the Reverend Charles Honeyman, A.M.
May we listen to many more of his sermons, as well as to that admirable discourse with which I am sure he is about to electrify us now.

May we profit by his eloquence; and cherish in our memories the truths which come mended from his tongue!" He ceased; poor Honeyman had to rise on his legs, and gasp out a few incoherent remarks in reply.