pon him to Butler for advice and direction about that. While lecturing
on and praising the sound philosophical and ethical spirit of the great
bishop, Dr. Chalmers complains that he so much lacks the _sal
evangelicum_, the strength and the health and the sweetness of the
doctrines of grace. Legality and Civility and Morality are all good and
necessary in their own places; but he is a cheat who would send a guilt-
burdened and sick-at-heart sinner to any or all of them. The wicket gate
first, and then He who keeps that gate will tell us what to do, and where
next to go; but any other way out of the City of Destruction but by the
wicket gate is sure to land us where it landed Evangelist's quaking and
sweating charge. When Bishop Butler lay on his deathbed he called for
his chaplain, and said, 'Though I have endeavoured to avoid sin, and to
please God to the utmost of my power, yet from the consciousness of my
perpetual infirmities I am still afraid to die.' 'My lord,' said his
happily evangelical chaplain, 'have you forgotten that Jesus Christ is a
Saviour?' 'True,' said the dying philosopher, 'but how shall I know that
He is a Saviour for me?' 'My lord, it is written, "Him that cometh to
Me, I will in no wise cast out."' 'True,' said Butler, 'and I am
surprised that though I have read that Scripture a thousand times, I
never felt its virtue till this moment, and now I die in peace.'

The third and the last time on which the pilgrims meet with their old
friend and helper, Evangelist, is when they are just at the gates of the
town of Vanity. They have come through many wonderful experiences since
last they saw and spoke with him. They have had the gate opened to them
by Goodwill. They have been received and entertained in the
Interpreter's House, and in the House Beautiful. The burden has fallen
off their backs at the cross, and they have had their rags removed and
have received change of raiment. They have climbed the Hill Difficulty,
and they have fought their way through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
More than the half of their adventures and sufferings are past; but they
are not yet out of gunshot of the devil, and the bones of many a
promising pilgrim lie whitening the way between this and the city. Many
of our young communicants have made a fair and a promising start for
salvation. They have got over the initial difficulties that lay in their
way to the Lord's table, and we have entered their names