successive summers. Under his skillful management and persevering labors, a considerable portion of the tract was converted into a well-cultivated farm; and hither, in 1803, he removed his residence. Although, at this time, he was advanced in life, his bodily strength and activity were much greater than often pertain to men of fewer years. He enjoyed unusual health until a year or two before his death. The faculties of his mind continued nnimpaired to the last. A little previous to his death, he appeared to be affected with a general debility, which continuing to increase, the lamp of life was at length extinguished. This event occured on the 4th of August, 1821, and when he had attained to the extraordinary age of eighty-seven years.

In his person, General Floyd was of a middle stature. He possessed a natural dignity, which seldom failed to impress those into whose company he was thrown. He appeared to enjoy the pleasures of private life, yet in his manners he was less familiar, and in his disposition less affable, than most men. Few men, however, were more respected. He was eminently a practical man. The projects to which he gave his sanction, or which he attempted, were those which judgment could approve. When his purposes were once formed, he seldom found reason to alter them. His firmness and resolution were not often equalled.

In his political character, there was much to admire. He was uniform and independent. He manifested great candour and sincerity towards those from whom he happened to differ; and such was his well known integrity, that his motives were rarely, if ever, impeached. He seldom took part in the public discussion of a subject, nor was he dependent upon others for the opinions which he

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DR. HERBER EVANS ON "A
LIVING CHURCH."

At the autumnal meeting of the Congregational Union of England and Wales, the Rev. Dr. E. Herber Evans. of Carnarvon, the president for the year, chose as the subject for his address "A Living Church." For about an hour he held the rapt attention of the 1200 members who attended, and his remarks which were delivered with all the fire and humor of Welsh oratory, drew forth frequent cheers and laughter.

The President, in the course of his address said it was not his intention to address them upon the Church of Christ. He was a broad churchman, broad enough to believe that it is made up of "all them that love Jesus Christ in sincerity;" to rejoice "that God is no respecter of persons, but in every nation he that feareth Him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with Him." Yes, broad enough to believe in the "general assembly, and Church of the firstborn, who are written in heaven," and are helped by Churches large and small on their way thither. This Church was something more worthy the Son of man than the exclusive Church of England, which one of its three sects asserts to be "the only body in this realm that is a Church," and it was this excommunication of their greatest leaders, ministers, and reformers which had exasperated Wales against the Establish

ment. They wanted to hear more of Christmen of all Churches and less of the Churchmen of one sect. They complained and grieved because the sturdy working people were as a class outside all the Churches. A Church had no right to complain that they were out until those within were clearly honest and straight in their creed as well as in their conduct. They were constantly told that the Churches were doomed. He admitted that they were being weighed in the balances, but he felt sure that the leaders would not be found wanting. All the dividing barriers must be burnt away by the knowledge and the glory of the Spirit of Christ, so that there should be "one flock and one shepherd." Grindewald, with its unique gathering, prophesied its coming. He must admit that there was one sign of the times which seemed full of peril, and that was the readiness shown by mony good men and enthusiastic women to help any society, brotherhood, convention, army, or movement, if it were not connected with any Christian Church; and in many books of late, especially novels with a purpose, there was a tendency to write with flippancy of the Churches and their work. He knew that Carlyle said many years ago, "books are our Church," and they had often been told since that the newspapers was their pulpit and the editor their preacher. The more books worthy of the name of the Church the better, and let newspapers and editors ready to help the pulpit be multiplied a hundred fold. But in that case they must have fewer columus given to the history of gambling on race-horses-(cheers) and descriptions of the filth of divorce trials and such like police news, (hear hear). Had the Church failed, or had its members? He thought their great failure had been want of vitality. And part of his message to them

asked them whether they were members of a dying or a living Church. It was time that in a living Church there must be life in the pulpit; and in order to have life in the pulpit the preacher must have something to say which he thoroughly believed (hear, hear). Ineffective preachers, as a rule were lacking in one or two things-in real personal religious conviction, or in sincere interest in the welfare here and hereafter of their fellow-men. Speaking was an art, and the most inefficient could gain more proficiency in this like every other art. A good deal of nonsense had been talked about a born orator and a born poet. Certainly the orator and the poet must be a born to begin with, (laughter). The preacher must be a born orator, bet he could never reach the highest possible without cultivating his gifts under the best instruction. The late Dr. John Thomas told him very recently that if he had his life to live over aga,n he would take lessons on public speaking from the best teacher he could find. Why should they be obliged to beg people to hear them when they might speak so as to compel a hearing. In a living Church there must be life in the diaconate. The idea was too prevalent that a man must enter the pulpit in order to serve God and his generation ; but he knew many deacons who had rendered their churches and denominations splendid services. If they wanted their churches to be in touch with the people, there must be deacons from among their working classes. In Wales they had them in every church, and the working people were the backbone of their working classes (cheers). A living Church must be made up of living members. Every idle member of the Church created a bad atmosphere. How painfully numerous were the good men who "looked on" at all the unrighteousness, drunkenness. suffer

ing, poverty, and devilry among them, and did nothing (hear, hear). Sunday schools, prayer meetings, bands of hope, and various societies, were all left to the active interest of the few, while the many members were pacifying their consciences by handing in a subscription, and that an unworthy one (hear, hear). They must beware of the danger of turning their churches into comfortable clubs where members could enjoy their intellectual treats and forget the world outside and their duties to the neglected outcasts. Our present day weakness was that there were so many in their churches who had vowed faithfulness to Christ, but it had all ended in the vow, and the Christian profession of every Church that wished to be a living power must tell for righteousness. The age they lived in had many faults, but it had this good quality, that it was impatient of shams, it gloried in facts, and merely laughed at churches that made vast pretensions and show ed little or no zeal for righteousness. It ridiculed half-beliefs and empty ceremonials, and a Church must be good for something more than to picture life as a pilgrimage through a wilderness to a paradise yonder, and leaving this world to the devil and his servants. The Church was here to change this world into a paradise, to get rid of its unrighteous laws, change its baneful habits, and clear its streets of all corrupting abominations. pose the members of the Church had aimed at doing this, say for the last 50 years-what a change it would have made in Church history! He believed there were great wrongs to be righted, and great reforms to be brought about before the end of the century. As a member of a County Council for three years he felt convinced that when the police were under complete control of these councils, that public drunkenness and public

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prostitution would be driven away from their streets. And surely the claims of labor and capital were to be settled in some more Christian way than by rushing to arms and bloodshed, as was done recently in America. Small civil wars like those mocked Christianity. Proceeding to speak of various measures to make the Church a living one, he said the Church was richer in men and means than ever it had been, it had grander organizations, more learning and culture than ever it had, These were but the machinery, they needed the power to move the whole, they wanted life enough to make the dead men around them alive to God and duty. Without this the Church was simply powerless, because it was without its own true life. He came from the land of revivals, and although they were looking to Parliament now to deliver them from the strife of tithe war and an unjust and unrighteous Establishment, they looked higher than St. Stephen's for life and power for their churches to meet the crisis before them. The glory of Christ and His gospel was that it enabled the humblest man to do what only the hero can do without it. Let them look at those colliers in the Ogmore Valley, how they gave their very lives in order to rescue their fellow men. They were almost all members of Christian churches, and had been made heroic by the influence of Jesus and His cross. In conclusion the reverend gentleman referred to the loss they had sustained by the deaths of Dr. Eustace Conder Henry Simon, and Dr. John Thomas, to whose memory he paid a feeling tribute.

Dr. Thomas he described as a man who had given the best part of his life to influence for good the English city of Liverpool. No one here, he said, knows better than I, a member of his church for years, how purifying and elevating it was. I stood

before the St. George's Hall in Liverpool when the first waters of the great Vyrnwy Lake in North Wales rushed in, springing up in the fountains before the hall. I thought of those expressive words of Theodore Parker "A particular church is fortunate if it can get an eminent man of religion for its teacher-a man of genius, great character, great conduct, great life it is like getting a great lake to flow through a thousand pipes into the streets and lanes of a great city, the mountain water bubbling up in the haunts of filth and disease." I thought of the preacher brought from the same country to a pulpit close by, influencing, cleansing thousands of lives; making the buoyancy of youth bright and cheerful, and the faith of the old firmer in its grip on Jesus; making all lives richer to themselves and to others, filling their homes with "the beauty of holiness" and turning them heavenwards, so that each earthly home should face the eternal home of the Father of Jesus. And while the pure crystal stream flows in from the hills, so shall the influences of such lives tell upon all coming time, make this earth a richer, grander inheritance. It has been to me a sweet suggestion by some expositor that the names given the Saviour by Isaiah, "His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace," were to be exemplified and illustrated in the history of the Church not all at once, but a new name for every separate epoch. At the start His name

was

"Wonderful," wonderful in His person and His life of beneficence, the Son of man bringing in the brotherhood of all men and the new earth that was to be, and all wonderful in His death and victorious resurrection, bringing into sight a new heaven. Then came His second name of Counsellor," His followers went everywhere

counselling all men "to cleave to the Lord." Then he appears as the "Mighty God," sustaining the noble army of martyrs in the ten fierce persecutions. And now in our own day the "Everlasting Father," is revealed, preached and believed in more than ever. And Maurice has finely said that "there is no fraternity without a common father." But the fifth name is to be worked into the history of the future. "His name shall be the Prince of Peace' "-peace between man and God, peace between man and man, between mind and conscience. More than that, "They shall not learn war any more." And so sure as the words are in God's book, the Prince of Peace will make them true. And, as Mr. Greg' in his "Enigmas of Life," points out, how this will do away with "a vast population" of idle men on sea and land, and so with prostitution and drunkenness, with all the accompanying evils. And it is coming. Living churches will hasten the day. The discoveries of science will be such that the instruments of destruction will become too awful for any nation to dare to “learn war any more." So let us work on,

""Till the war drum throbs no longer, and the flags are furl'd

In the parliament of man, the federation of

the world."

Then the seventh angel shall sound saying the kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ, and He shall reign

for ever and ever."

TENNYSON AND WALES. [FROM THE CARNARNON AND DENBIGH HERALD.]

Tennyson visited Wales in his early days, and again, we do not know how The "Golden often, in later life. Year, one of his poems published in 1842, opens with the lines

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Well, you shall have that tongue which Leonard wrote

It was last summer on a tour in Wales: Old James was with me: we that day had been

Up Snowdon; and I wish'd for Leonard there, And found him in Llanberis: then we crost Between the lakes, and clamber'd half-way up The counter side; and that same song of his He told me.

Leonard's song is given, in which is given, in which the Golden year is placed in the fu

ture

Fly, happy happy sails and bear the Press; Fly, happy with the mission of the Cross, Knit land to land, and blowing haven ward With silk and fruits and spices, clear of toll, Enrich the markets of the golden year.

The poet is writing before the days of Free Trade! Old James, impatient, breaks in upon the song-"What stuff is this?" Old writers pushed the Golden Year back, we push it forward "But well I know

That unto him who works, and feels he works,

This same grand year is ever at the doors." He spoke; and high above I heard them blast

The steep slate-quarry, and the great echo flap

And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.

It is impossible to hear the blast of the Llanberis slate quarries without thinking of Tennyson, and old James and the Golden Year. Then "In Memoriam" appeared, and two Welsh streams were mentioned in a way never to be forgotten

The Danube and the Severn gave

The darken'd heart that beats no more;
They laid him by the pleasant shore,
And in the hearing of the wave

There twice a day the Severn fills;
The salt sea, water passes by,
And hushes half the babbling Wye,
And makes a silence in the hills,

The passages in which another Welsh river furnishes Tennyson with an illustration for a beautiful passage in the "Idylls" is familiar to our read

ers

Enid tended on him there; and there Her constant motion round him, and the breath

Of her sweet tendance hovering over him,
Fill'd all the genial course of his blood
With desper and with ever deeper love,
As the south-west that blowing Bala lake
Fills all the sacred Dee.

But when we reach the Idylls we reach a large subject. Arthur is claimed as a Welsh hero, with at least as good a claim as other countries can put in, and Mr. Alfred Nutt has given us excellent reasons for believing that the Grail legend may be traced back to Welsh origins. Tennyson visited Caerleon-upon-Usk when he was writing part of the Arthurian cycle; and who can forget the voyage on the Usk in which

In her right hand the lily, in her left The letter-all her bright hair streaming down.

"Lord Cobham in Wales," in which

The Shepherd, when I speak, Vailing a sudden eyelid with his hard 'Dim Saesneg' passes-

is among the later poems. No single poet has done for Wales what Scott did for Scotland or Wordsworth for the English lakes, though the beauties of Wales are in their way quite as worthy to be sung, but Tennyson is one of an illustrious line of poets who have found inspiration among the hills and valleys of the Principality and helped to increase its charms.

THE MEMORY OF CYMRIC DEAD.

BY MR. T. E. ELLIS. M. P.

(An address recently delivered before the Bangor Students' National Society.)

Mr. Ellis, M.P., who was cordially received, remarked that there was no race so touched and awed by the enigmas of life and the mysteries encircling our being as the Celtic. No