Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: If Free Soil gains a triumph in Congress, and he stays there, just see if his good humor is not impaired—if he does not grow ill-tempered for want of something with which to contend. Like Alexander, he will take sick for want of more worlds to conquer." FATHER TAYLOR. Boeh vast impressions did his sermons make, He always kept his flock awake. Da. Wolcctt. I venerate the man whose heart Is warm, Whose hands are pore, whou doctrines and whoie life Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he U honest In the sacred came. Cowra. One Sunday morning I went to the Sailors' Chapel in Boston, to see and hear the far-famed mariners' preacher, Father Taylor. He was reading the familiar hymn which commences with the well-known lines, " Come, thou fount of every blessing," when I entered the house of worship. The choir wedded the words to music—the Divine blessing was invoked—a chapter was read—and then the sixteenth verse of the third chapter of Colossians was selected as the basis of the discourse. The striking peculiarities of the eccentric and celebrated preacher cannot fail to attract the attention of the seamen and landsmen who attend his church. He rises clumsily from the sofa in the pulpit, and puts his fore-finger on the text as though he anticipated the danger of losing it, or was determined to stick to it. After reading it distinctly and deliberately, he is pretty sure to raise the spectacles from his eyes nd let them rest over the organs of causality. Father Taylor does not ape the clerical stiffness which soill-becomes those who strive to make up in dignity what thej lack in devotion and intellect. When he walks the pulpit floor, like a caged lion, or pounds the desk with his fists, there seems to be, and doubtless is, honesty in his zeal. When he distorts hi...