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When, at last, Dr Barstow rose, not as a sacred orator and theologian who is about to deliver a ser of vital moment to say, the silence beca by for his text, as was his custom, he looked silently and steadily at his people for atheir expectancy

"My friends," he began slowly and quietly, and there was a suggestion of sorrow in his tone rather than of menace or denunciation; "my friends, I wish to ask your cal I ask you to interpret ht of the word of God and your own consciences; and if I ae it Upon a certain occasion Christ said to his disciples, 'Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of'; and he at once proved hoidely his spirit differed from theirs They accepted the lesson--they still followed hih close companionship eventually acquired his merciful, catholic spirit But at this time they did not understand him nor themselves Perhaps we can best understand the spirit we are of by considering his, and by learning to know him better orship, by whose naht face to face with the Christ of the Bible, rather than the Christ of theology and philosophy, who has hitherto dwelt in my study; and I have learned with sorrow and shame that my spirit differed widely froht of the people, and had corossed with my seres that I may have rendered th that henceforth I will no longer coo into any other, to deliver serer philosophize about Christ, but endeavor to lead you directly to Christ; and thus you will learn by comparison what manner of spirit you are of, and, I trust, become imbued with his Spirit I shall speak the truth in love, and yet without fear, and with no wordy disguise Henceforth I do not belong to you but to my Master, and I shall present the Christ who loved all, who died for all, and who said to all, 'Whosoever will, let him come!'

"You will find my text in the Gospel of St John, the nineteenth chapter and fifth verse: "'Then ca the crown of thorns and the purple robe And Pilate saith unto them, Behold the Man!'