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says he, and he gives him over to the hand of Moses; Moses takes him a
little and applies the club of the law, drags him to Sinai, where the
mountain totters over his head, the lightnings flash, and thunders
bellow, and then the sinner cries, 'O God, save me!' 'Ah! I thought thou
wouldst not have me for a God.' 'O Lord, thou shalt be my God,' says the
poor trembling sinner; 'I have put away my ornaments from me. O Lord,
what wilt thou do unto me? Save me! I will give myself to thee. Oh!
take me!' 'Ay,' says the Lord, 'I knew it; I said that I will be their
God; and I have made thee willing in the day of my power.' 'I will be
their God, and they shall be my people.' Here is another passage.
Preaching at Shipley, near Leeds, our young divine alluded to Dr. Dick's
wish, that he might spend an eternity in wandering from star to star.
'For me,' exclaims Mr. Spurgeon, 'let it be my lot to pursue a more
glorious study. My choice shall be this: I shall spend 5000 years in
looking into the wound in the left foot of Christ, and 5000 years in
looking into the wound in the right foot of Christ, and 10,000 years in
looking into the wound in the right hand of Christ, and 10,000 years more
in looking into the wound in the left hand of Christ, and 20,000 years in
looking into the wound in his side.' Is this religion? Are such
representations, in an intellectual age, fitted to claim the homage of
reflective men? Will not Mr. Spurgeon's very converts, as they become
older--as they understand Christianity better--as the excitement produced
by dramatic dialogues in the midst of feverish audiences dies away--feel
this themselves? And yet this man actually got nearly 24,000 to hear him
on the Day of Humiliation. Such a thing seems marvellous. If popularity
means anything, which, however, it does not, Mr. Spurgeon is one of our
greatest orators.

It is true it is not difficult to collect a crowd in London. If I simply
stand stock still in Cheapside in the middle of the day, a crowd is
immediately collected. The upper class of society requires finer weapons
than any Mr. Spurgeon wields; but he preaches to the people in a homely
style--and they like it, for he is always plain, and never dull. Then
his voice is wonderful, of itself a thing worth going to hear, and he has
a readiness rare in the pulpit, and which is invaluable to an orator.
Then, again, the matter of his discourses commends itself to uneducated
hearers. We