When I was spending two delightful days with Dr.McLaren, of Manchester, I described to him Binney's remarkable sermon.

"Were you there that night ?" inquired McLaren.

"So was I, and though only a boy of sixteen, I remember the whole of that discourse to this hour." It was certainly a rare pulpit power that could fasten a discourse in two different memories for a whole half century.
Do many of the Londoners of this day remember Dr.James Hamilton, the pastor of the Presbyterian Church in Regent's Square?
They should do so, for in his time he was the most popular devotional writer of both sides of the Atlantic; and during my visit to London, in 1857, I was very happy to form his acquaintance.

He was a most cordial and charming man, slender, tall, with dark eyes and hair, and a beaming countenance.

When one entered Hamilton's study he would hurry forward, seize his hands, and taking both in his, reply to your "How do you do, sir," with "Come in, come in; I am nicely, I assure ye." Would that all ministers were as cordial and approachable.