Parish, was for ever memorable. He stood up like a fresh-faced School Boy before the People, with a frank and manly outlook; and all the Mothers were nearly as proud of him as was Marjory Saunders. At any rate they did not so much envy, as rather rejoice with her,-Was he not theirs too? He spoke as "one that had grown up amongst them," and declared that he wished "nothing more or higher than that God would show him how to bless and help his old Companions and his Neighbours." He "did not pretend to know very much of Religion yet, nor to be a Saint any more than themselves." But he had at least "" seen the Lord Jesus the Saviour of the World," and that Vision "flooded " all his heart and "filled" his soul night and day; so that "the one glory of existence" for him now would be "to lead every Human Being, whom he could influence," to behold the same Saviour, and to strive to grow like unto Him. He had "resolved to begin with the Young Folks"; and, as he "learned something more," and showed himself " worthy to be trusted," perhaps their Parents and the Elder People "would not be unwilling to receive even from him any Message that the Lord of Souls might be pleased to send. And to Him alone, God over all, would be the praise!"

Never, since the days of Sister Fanny, had such interest been created amongst the Youngkers at Castlebraes, as on that first Sunday of the Ministry of Campie Phil. Nearly all of them had flocked to the Parish Church to hear him. And there and then, Lads and Girls registered a vow to come to his Bible Class, and Children to his Sunday School:

-for was he not their own Campie Phil? So that, within a very few weeks, besides having secured such an assemblage of Bairns, and Young Folks at Classes, as the Parish had never witnessed in all its history, and interesting them in Bible and Catechism, Church History, 'Pilgrim's Progress,' and the like, there immediately came into existence a Club for Boys, with its excursions and gymnastics, its games and debates; also, a Club for Girls, with its sewing class, its singing exercises, its Dorcas work for the Poor at Home, and its Mission work for the Heathen Abroad. Everybody got interested in something, be it what it might! Everybody got smitten with the desire to be doing something! But the soul of all the work, and the leader in all the play, was Campie Phil, whom the Young Folks at once clung to as their big Brother, and admired as their Leader and Hero.

The cold old School-Room got livened up amazingly. At one time, it was a Tea Soiree, profanely nicknamed the "Cookie Shine." There everybody was welcome. Everybody laughed their fill at good-humoured Readings, cheery Singing, and hearty Story-Telling, or Recitation of a pure breezy wholesome kind. Nobody had Religion thrust down their throat along with the Cookies; but everybody irresistibly felt that Christ's own brotherly Spirit pervaded all the scenes.

At another time, it was an illuminated Lantern Lecture, opening up the wonders and glories of Creation; or carrying the onlookers into far Countries, and showing them other Peoples; or reviving, before their eyes, the men and the exploits of other

days the Heroes, the Men of Genius, and the Martyrs who have made our British History.

Cottage and Farm Stead passed through a new and wondrously sweetening experience. At one or other, on two several days of each week, except in the breathless bustle of Harvest, all the Neighbours from an easy distance, along with their Children, were invited to meet with Campie Phil. Two or three of his Class Girls and Boys accompanied him, and sang a few joyful Hymns with their fresh young voices. The People immediately began to take their share in the Ministry of Song. Even some stiff old Covenanters, who had never heretofore sung anything in the praise of God but the "Psaums o' Dauvit," got their tongues loosened by these Happy Lilts; and confessed that "however unauthorized 'Human Hymns' might be in the Public Worship of God, they were doubtless very cheering, and Pilgrims to Zion might sing them on their journey!"

After the Hymns, Angell James, or the Dominie, or Elder Shanks would be called on to "offer a few words of prayer"; wherein the Children, the Servants, the Afflicted, the Wayfarers, the Doubters, the Slaves to Sin, were earnestly interceded for; and the Salvation of the World, and the Glory of the Redeemer's Kingdom, made themes of pathetic appeal.

Then the young Minister himself read a portion of Holy Scripture, set forth in a simple and practical way its uses and lessons "for our daily life," and commended us in a fervent prayer to Him who alone was able to keep us from falling, and to present us faultless at last.

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The parting Hymn was gladsomely joined in by all; and we found ourselves on the road to our Homes and to rest, with the consciousness glowing within us, that God was nearer; and that the wings overshadowing us were Jehovah's Wisdom and Jehovah's Love! In this way, every corner of the Parish was visited; every Family, and almost every Soul, being brought directly under the kindly and Christlike spell of dear Campie Phil.

Puddle-Michty, once, only once, was heard remarking rather disparagingly—“ There was nae doot that the Parishioners were in a sense interested, wi' his meetin's, an' clubs, an' lectures, an' leebraries; an' there was a muckle rumblin' o' a' kin's o' machinery. But was this Releegion? Was it Speeritual? Were Sowls bein' saved? That was the peint!'

But, whatever were his private opinions, he never repeated that criticism again. For Angell James had heard him; and, on the way home from one of these Lectures, he took him aside, and addressed him in these solemn tones:

"Puddle-Michty, I daur ye tae talk like that ony mair! Beware that ye be na found fechtin' against God. We've had naething worth ca'in' a Meenistry i' this Parish for thretty years, but just the husks an' shells o' orthodox gabble aboot the Bible, an' that by a Man withoot hert in his wark, an' withoot character tae back up his teachin'. noo, there comes amang us this bricht an' beautifu' Human Speerit, fu' o' the licht that shines frae Christ's Speerit only. He taks us a' on the Human side, first; he wuns oor confidence in him as a Brither-Man; till no only the Weans cling tae

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him, but the verra Waifs o' the Pairish flock after him an' his Services. Syne, haein' this wey opened the gate intill oor inmost being, he slips far ben withoot opposition, an' quately plants the Lord Jesus there on the throne in the verra Holy o' Holies o' oor Natur'; an' that bein' gained, a' thing's gained!

"Grant, Puddle-Michty, it's mibbe no your wey; it's mibbe no ma wey either; but, shure as Men are Men, it's yae wey, an' a graun' wey, an' mibbe the Divinest wey o' a'; mibbe God's ain chosen wey, revealed tae this lovable Lad, tae save Human Souls by guile; ten for yin that ever wad be won by the harder methods o' a byegane time. I'm nae Auld Kirkman, as ye ken, bein' driven oot by the ongangin's o' Dr Brooks an' the like; but tak' ma word for't, Puddle Michty, an' haud yer wheesht aboot Campie Phil an' yer sae - called 'speeritual results,'-me, an' tens o' thoosands like me and mine, never could hae been wiled past the door o' the Auld Kirk o' Scotland, gif there had been the Gospel o' Jesus i' the Poopit an'i' the Preacher, as it's seen an' heard frae Campie Phil. An' what's mair, tak ma word for this tae, an' keep a calm sough aboot pouin' doon the Auld Pairish Kirk, gif she wad fill her Poopits an' work her Pairishes wi' Campie Phils, a' the Disestablishers i' the Kingdom could na knock yae stave oot o' her bicker, frae this till the Judgment Day! Na, na, Puddle-Michty, ony leevin' brainch o' the Kirk o' God, as lang as it carries on God's ain wark, may defy the Gates o' Hell! Sae, daunner awa quately hame, ma man, an' pray for a blessin' on the