ated, but all in the
dry Scotch way; though so little does the Doctor's speech betray him,
that you would scarcely notice that his pronunciation was that of a
native of the 'Land of Cakes.' He is young-looking, his hair is dark,
and his complexion is brown. As he wears spectacles, of course, I can
say nothing about his eyes; or, as he wears a gown and bands, as to the
robustness of his frame. He looks agile and well set; strong in the
faith, and master of texts innumerable wherewith to support that faith.
A polished, graceful, self-contained, and self-satisfied man. He may be
a man of large heart and sympathies; but he has not the appearance of
one. He rather seems a man great in small things, tediously proper and
scrupulously correct--a great gun, I imagine, at an Evangelical
tea-table--and, with his ultra Protestantism (he is a countryman of Miss
Cuninghame's, and every Scotchman hates Popery as a certain personage
does holy water), he is a tremendous favourite at Exeter Hall. Indeed, I
do not know that there is at this time a more popular performer on those
boards, and he is a favourite with people whose favour pecuniarily is
worth something--with people who can afford to buy his books. Hence,
also, he is one of the most copious religious writers of our day.

It is vain to attempt to give an account of the Doctor's works, when
'every month brings forth a new one:' their name is Legion. There is
only one man who can be compared with Dr. Cumming in this respect, and
that is that notoriously hardened sinner, Mr. G. P. R. James.

I read in one place of Dr. Cumming that 'he has everything in his favour;
his singularly handsome person, his brilliant flow of poetic thoughts,
his striking talents, and his burning Protestant zeal, combine to make
him one of the most interesting speakers of the day; and when we add to
all this, his modest simplicity and humility (qualities as becoming in
one of his years, as they are rare in one of his powers), we need not
wonder that he is generally admired and beloved.' Another admirer
writes: 'When hearing Dr. Cumming, one is reminded of the description of
"Silver-tongued Smith," one of the celebrated preachers of Elizabeth's
time. But though the subject of our sketch is truly silver-tongued, the
solemnity, at times, almost the severity, of his manner preserves him
from anything like tameness. Perhaps there is not a firmer or more
fearless preacher than the Doctor--a fact which h