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Dr. Malcom is now fifty-three years of age, having been a minister of the gospel thirty-three years—a period quite unusual. He is of medium size, rather spare, and active in his habits.

In closing we will just say that Dr. Malcom's character in some respects is peculiar. He always had a great antipathy to any thing like affectation in public or private, and avoids it almost to a fault. He wishes to appear as he is, without any false, deceptive or pedantic show. His writings exhibit the same characteristic of simplicity. He rather shuns ornament, and endeavors to present thought clearly and impressively. He might be led into a stiff, phlegmatic style and manner, were it not for the native energy of his thoughts, and the impulsive fervor of his feelings. He aims to present truth, and when that truth, burning from the throne, comes up before his mind, it enkindles a flame within his own heart, which fixes the arrows of conviction fast in the consciences of his hearers. He is sometimes a little abrupt in his manner, and blunt in his expressions; but it is the abruptness of a Calhoun or a Lyman Beecher-an abruptness which carries with it intellect, pathos, piety and power. This very abruptness and artlessness with its concomitants, often raise him into the highest flights of bold and melting eloquence. His natural independence, confidence and boldness of character, contribute largely to this result. It is scarcely necessary to say that Dr. M. has a vigorous intellect, keen and discriminating percep tions in respect to truth, and strong reasoning powers. This is evident from his public efforts and his writings. He has a thorough knowledge of human nature, and of the world as it is. His acquaintance with business matters, and actual participation in mercantile pursuits for a time, and his extensive travels, have endowed him with those qualifications which are essential to every pastor in directing the secular as well as spiritual affairs of churches. Dr. M. is a scholar. His information is extensive in respect to almost all departments of science and art, and in some he is critical. His strength of mind, dignity of manner and form, and known scholarship, gave him much influence in presiding over an important Institution in Kentucky, and will, we have no doubt, in directing the affairs of the one whose charge he has recently taken. We trust that his life will yet long be spared, and that he will be instrumental in preparing many young men for usefulness in life, and felicity hereafter.

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THE following incident is taken from the diary of Hans Egede Saabye, a grandson of the celebrated Hans Egede, first missionary to Greenland.

It has ever been a fixed law in Greenland, that murder, and particularly the murder of a father, must be avenged. About twenty years before the arrival of Saabye, a father had been murdered in the presence of his son, a lad of thirteen, in a most atrocious manner. The boy was not able then, to avenge the crime, but the murderer was not forgotten. The boy left that part of the country, and kept the flame burning in his bosom, no suitable opportunity offering for revenge, as the man was high in influence, and many near to defend him. At length his plan was laid, and with some of his relations to assist him, he returned to the province of the murderer, who lived near the house of Saabye; there being no house unoccupied where they might remain, but one owned by Saabye, they requested it, and it was granted, without any remark, although he knew the object of their coming.

The son soon became interested in the kind missionary, and often visited his cabin, giving as his reason, "You are so amiable, I cannot keep away from you." Two or three weeks after, he requested to know more of "the Great Lord of Heaven," of whom Saabye had spoken. His request was cheerfully granted. Soon it appeared that himself and all his relatives, were desirous of instruction, and ere long, the son requested baptism. To this request the missionary answered: "Kunnuck," for that was his name "you know God: you know that he is good, that he loves you and desires to make you happy: but he desires also, that you should obey him."

Kunnuck answered: "I love him, I will obey him."

"His command is, 'Thou shalt not murder.'" The poor Greenlander was much affected, and silent. "I know," said the missionary, "why you have come here with your relations, but this you must not do, if you wish to become a believer."

Agitated, he answered, "But he murdered my father!"

For a long time the missionary pressed this point, the poor awakened

heathen promising to "kill only one." But this was not enough. "Thou shalt do no murder," Saabye insisted was the command of the Great Lord of heaven. He exhorted him to leave the murderer in the hands of God to be punished in another world: but this was waiting too long for revenge. The missionary refused him baptism, without obedience to the command. He retired to consult his friends. They urged him to revenge.

Saabye visited him, and without referring to the subject, read those portions of Scripture and hymns teaching a quiet and forgiving temper. Some days after, Kunnuck came again to the cabin of Saabye.. "I will," said he, "and I will not; I hear, and I do not hear. I never felt so before; I will forgive him, and I will not forgive him." The missionary told him, "When he would forgive, then his better spirit spoke; when he would not forgive, then his unconverted heart spoke." He then repeated to him the latter part of the life of Jesus, and his prayer for his murderers. A tear stood in his eye. "But he was better than I," said Kunnuck. "But God will give us strength," Saabye answered.— He then read the martyrdom of Stephen, and his dying prayer for his enemies. Kunnuck dried his eyes and said, "The wicked men!He is happy; he is certainly with God in heaven. My heart is so moved; but give me a little time; when I have brought the other heart to silence, I will come again." He soon returned with a smiling countenance, saying, "Now I am happy; I hate no more; I have forgiven; my wicked heart shall be silent." He and his wife, having made a clear profession of faith in Christ, were baptized and received into the Church. Soon after, he sent the following note to the murderer of his father: “I am now a believer, and you have nothing to fear," and invited him to his house. The man came, and invited Kunnuck in his turn to visit him.— Contrary to the advice of friends, Kunnuck went, and, as he was returning home, he found a hole had been cut in his kajak (or boat) in order that he might be drowned. Kunnuck stepped out of the water, saying, "He is still afraid, though I will not harm him!".

What a noble example of self-conquest! What an illustrious exhibition of the power of the gospel!

C. A.

We have eyes and see not, ears and hear not, that there is a God.— Nature and revelation conspiring as with ten thousand organs, God himself speaking in them, yea, speaking without them as with our voice, yet with his full voice in Jesus Christ, and yet how rarely can He gain the eye or ear of his creatures!

MEMORIES OF THE BRITISH METROPOLIS.-No. V.

BY FREDERIC SAUNDERS.

BISHOPGATE-STREET derives its name from one of the ancient city gates, said to have been originally built in 680, by Erkenwald, Bishop of London. Till recently, some antique houses existed in this locality, of which but two or three remain. Crosby Hall, a well-known and beautiful relic of antiquity, is situated in Crosby Place, near by. It was in this Hall, Sir Thomas More wrote "Utopia," and the great Sully lodged for a time. Crosby Hall is all that remains of an ancient magnificent Palace, the residence of Richard III. Although four centuries old, the splendid roof and windows of this glorious old mansion are as fresh as ever. Sir Thomas Gresham, the founder of the Royal Exchange, occupied a noble mansion in Crosby Place. At his death it was converted into a college, which he endowed. This wealthy knight is said to have possessed no less a sum than £236,000. He was liberal as he was rich, having given at one time towards the repairs of St. Paul's £19,000! To the east of Crosby Square, stands the ancient church of St. Helene's the Great. The interior of this remarkable church is more picturesque than the exterior. It abounds with altar-tombs, more than any other church in London. These monuments are singularly interesting, as affording glimpses both of the sculpture and costume of the 15th, 16th, and 17th centuries. Sir Thomas Gresham's monument is among the number. The inscription is remarkable for its simplicity, recording merely the name of the deceased, and the date of his birth and death. Passing on to Moor-field, we reach Finsbury Square. In the time of Pepys, and even as far back as the 12th century, this was the favorite place of recreation for the citizens of London. This locality derives its name from the great fen or moor which watered the city on the north. Adjoining Finsbury Square in Artillary Place, Bunhill-row, is the house in which Milton completed his " Paradise Lost," and in which he breathed his last, in 1674. We learn from Phillips, his biographer and nephew, that in summer weather, the great poet used to sit at the door of his house, in a coarse gray cloak, to enjoy the fresh air, and in this manner he received the visits of persons of rank and genius. the west side of Artillary Ground, may be seen Bunhill-fields.-one of

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the sacred spots of earth, in which lie clustered the remains of the great and good of past days. It is called, technically, the "Dissenter's Burying Ground." "Honest John Bunyan," Dr. Watts, Dr. Goodwin, who attended Cromwell on his death-bed-George Fox, the founder of the Friends, and DeFoe, the author of Robinson Crusoe, with many others of the illustrious dead, all share their "long repose" in these hallowed precincts.

Retracing our steps to London Wall, we approach the venerable church of St. Giles', Cripplegate, memorable for its great antiquity and historical associations; and also on account of the many illustrious personages who have been buried within its walls; among their number John Fox, the Martyrologist, who died 1587, and John Milton, 1674. For nearly 120 years the grave of the model poet remained without a memorial of his resting-place. It was at the altar of this church, that Oliver Cromwell was married to Elizabeth Bourchier. In Jerome-street Chapel is preserved John Bunyan's Pulpit. Milton's reconciliation with his first wife took place at his house in Barbican, in 1646. The name is supposed to have derived its origin from the ancient Burgh-Kenning, or watch-tower, which formerly stood near Aldersgate. Smithfield, corrupted from Smooth-field, naturally brings to the mind scenes of deep and terrible interest. In early times it was the site of tilts and tournaments, subsequently it witnessed the pains and heroism of martyrdom-the noble victims of Popish cruelty. The Tower of St. Bartholomew's Church, which is still standing at the eastern corner of Smithfield, was illumined by the flames kindled for those illustrious confessors, of whom the world was not worthy, one of the earliest of whom, was the amiable and high-minded Anne Askew. St. Bartholomew's is believed to have been secretly used by the reformers of the 16th century; or rather a subterranean chapel, which afforded them an asylum from their persecu tors. In Bartholomew's Close, Benjamin Franklin carried on his vocation as a journeyman printer for some time. Smithfield is also rendered remarkable for its annual fair, about which the less said the better, for it is distinguished by its mummeries and its mountebanks. There is perhaps no spot in London which has witnessed so much dreary horror, as the ground occupied by the Charter House. In its precincts lie the remains of no fever than 100,000 human beings who fell victims to the Plague which devastated the metropolis in the reign of Edward the Third; and which, according to Stone, nearly decimated the inhabitants. This edifice is of great antiquity, and has been variously occupied, as a monastery, a royal and noble residence, and as an endowed school. The pensioners on this establishment are eighty "decayed gentlemen," and

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