. We must realize the
fact that when we took God's vows upon us we became as much consecrated
to His service as any priest. Find out your gifts, learn not to be
impatient of results, and make the most of the opportunity God has given
you in so remarkable a manner to work in His service." Such was the
substance of Mr. Mathieson's address. Another hymn was sung, and then
Dr. A. P. Stuart, a medical man well known at the West-end, spoke briefly
yet energetically on the living Christ, and the constraining power of His
death and resurrection as the most powerful and only stimulus to
Christian zeal. The discourse was constructed on two passages in Paul's
Epistles to the Corinthians, in which he shows how the love of Christ was
the motive power, and how necessity was laid on Him in consequence to
preach the Gospel. "It was not alone," said the Doctor, "the living
Christ, but it was the fact that He died for sin, that supplied the
foundation of Christian effort. All we can do is far too little to show
forth His praise. What is wanted is life in the soul--a dead soul can do
nothing." The speaker then showed what a revival of religion had been
produced by personal conversation after sermons, and concluded with an
urgent appeal--an address of unusual earnestness. Then Mr. Davidson
closed the service in the usual way. The experiment was a bold one, but
none present could have regretted it. Why should not qualified laymen
give addresses in our chapels and churches on special occasions--on a
Sunday night? Is there a valid reason why they should not, or why
ministers should not thankfully accept their aid?

PARK CHURCH, HIGHBURY.

At the back of substantial and well-to-do Highbury Place, bounded by the
New River and the North London Railway, has sprung up of late years a
flourishing settlement of villas, single and semi-detached, known as
Highbury New Park. At one end of it there has been erected, at a cost of
somewhere about eleven thousand pounds, a very handsome place of worship
of white brick, ornamented with a very handsome spire. From an
inscription in front of it I learn that it is a United Presbyterian
Church, and that the pastor is the Rev. John Edmond, D.D. The Doctor
came from the north to London some few years ago to preach to a
congregation of Scotch men and women, meeting in Myddelton Hall,
Islington, whence they had to move, as the church increased in success
and influence and Christian zeal and p