or a time directed its
attention to more congenial subjects than those connected with
theology--that Dr. Campbell's connection with the British Banner was
terminated, and that Mr. Lynch had a much speedier sale for his poems
than, I fear, otherwise he would have had.

That Mr. Lynch has no larger congregation, I take it, is a reproach to
the Christian Church. One would think that there was a divorce between
it and talent and taste, or Mr. Lynch would preach to crowded benches.
As it is, however, more time is left him for the press, and, after all,
the world is ruled by what is read, not heard. The spoken word may
die--the printed one must live. What of truth there is in that is
immortal. It will forever bud and blossom and bear fruit.

In conclusion, it may be as well to state here that Mr. Lynch is a
minister of the Congregational body, and that his chapel is in Grafton
Street, Tottenham Court Road; that he was educated at Highbury College,
and then became minister of a small body of seceders from Dr. Leifchild's
congregation. He is young yet. He is older in thoughts than in years.
His inner life has been of richer growth than his outer one. A popular
preacher he can never become; but to men of thought, especially to men of
literature--to the school of Tennyson and Coleridge--his will always be a
welcome name.

THE REV. S. MARTIN.

Is the language of the Psalmist, descriptive of himself, universally
true? Is it true that man is born in sin, and shapen in iniquity; that
he is depraved; that he hates what is good, and loves what is bad? If it
be so, that fact, of itself, sufficiently accounts for the war ever
carried on between faith and reason, the church and the world. If it be
so, it is vain that philosophy attempts to break down the line of
demarcation, and to lead men to what it deems a purer faith. At its best
and highest it is powerless--nothing better than, in the language of
Carlyle, 'Thrice refined pabulum of transcendental moonshine.'

The only remedy for this is to return to the practice of the Wesleys and
the Whitfields of an earlier day, to proclaim the naked truth: That man
is a rebel against God--that he is destined to eternal perdition--and
that every step he takes, till his heart be touched by divine grace, and
won by the attraction of the cross, leads him further and further in his
downward way. It is a terrible doctrine, this; yet, strange to say, it
is a popular one. The men who