powerfully opposing our corruptions, and involving in its comprehensive
requirements a new heart and a new life."

At this moment Mr. Flam called at the Grove. "I am just come from
Tyrrel," said he. "I fear it is nearly over with him. Poor Ned! he is
very low, almost in despair. I always told him that the time would come
when he would be glad to exchange notions for actions. I am grieved for
him. The remembrance of a kind deed or two done to a poor tenant would
be some comfort to him now at a time when every man stands in need of
comfort."

"Sir," said Dr. Barlow, "the scene which I have lately witnessed at Mr.
Tyrrel's makes me serious. If you and I were alone, I am afraid it would
make me bold. I will, however, suppress the answer I was tempted to make
you, because I should not think it prudent or respectful to utter before
company what, I am persuaded, your good sense would permit me to say
were we alone!"

"Doctor," replied the good-tempered, but thoughtless man, "don't stand
upon ceremony. You know I love a debate, and I insist on your saying
what was in your mind to say. I don't fear getting out of any scrape you
can bring me into. You are too well-bred to offend, and I hope I am too
well-natured to be easily offended. Stanley, I know, always takes your
side. Sir John, I trust, will take mine; and so will the young man here,
if he is like most other young men."

"Allow me then to observe," returned Dr. Barlow, "that if Mr. Tyrrel has
unhappily deceived himself by resting too exclusively on a mere
speculative faith--a faith which by his conduct did not evince itself to
be of the right sort--yet, on the other hand, a dependence for salvation
on our own benevolence, our own integrity, or any other good quality we
may possess, is an error not less fatal, and far more usual. Such a
dependence does as practically set at naught the Redeemer's sacrifice as
the avowed rejection of the infidel. Honesty and benevolence are among
the noblest qualities; but where the one is practiced for reputation,
and the other from mere feeling, they are sadly delusive as to the ends
of practical goodness. They have both indeed their reward; integrity, in
the credit it brings, and benevolence, in the pleasure it yields. Both
are beneficial to society: both therefore are politically valuable. Both
sometimes lead me to admire the ordinations of that overruling power
which often uses as instruments of public good, men who, acting well in