inaries. How many of them are suffered to pass through the whole course of instruction with scarcely any of that effort to save their souls which is manifested in the seminary of which I have just been speaking. The outer man seems the first object to be attended to; the inner man the last; and thus both body and soul are involved in one common ruin.

"Shall this state of things be continued? Has not the time come when, in all our colleges and seminaries, the religious influence of the Mount Holyoke Seminary shall be exerted? when it shall be the prescribed duty of their presidents and tutors to labor individually with the students in spiritual things? and when, too, they shall use every exertion to bring the energies of these students to bear upon the salvation of others? By these latter exertions how many streams of benevolence might be set in motion, and which would continue to run down through life; how much money which is now squandered by our young men and women might be transferred from a corrupt into a holy channel, and transferred, too, for their everlasting good. I say for their everlasting good, for I lay it down as an axiom that one of the best means to be made use of for the salvation of the souls of the impenitent is to set them to work for the salvation of the heathen. I did not ask the revered principal of the Mount Holyoke Seminary what bearings her labors in this department had upon the conversion of those under her care. Perhaps she would have related many instances similar to the one of which I lately heard, where a man was hopefully converted in consequence of his having become an annual subscriber to the Bible Society. I would that the presidents and professors of our colleges would

take this subject into their prayerful consideration. God has committed to their trust the care of a large body of the flower of our land, who are soon to go forth into the world to bless it or to curse it. Whether they will bless it or curse it depends much upon them. If they adopt that course of faithful individual labor which obtains in the Mount Holyoke Seminary; if they make it a point as diligently to use means to save their souls as they use to cultivate their minds; and if they are successful in bringing their energies to bear upon the salvation of the souls of others, then may we hope that God will bless their labors—then may we hope that many who would otherwise prove curses will prove blessings to the world. There is a day of final reckoning coming, when these professors of our colleges and seminaries are to stand before the bar of God. Sad indeed will it be for them if it shall be found that they have neglected the religious instruction of the students under their care. It would have been well, perhaps, if they had never occupied their important trusts."

Dr. Aydelott writes from Cincinnati: "It will encourage your heart, and, I doubt not, rather humble you, to learn how deep and favorable an impression your labors among us have left upon the minds of Christians of all denominations. Your visit has done pastors good, and professors good, and above all has it left impressions on the minds of multitudes of precious youth, which, I feel assured, will lead very many of them to missionary fields, and still more to heaven. Be strengthened, dear brother, with the thought that many prayers go up here from all ages that God would largely bless you, and make you still more instrumental of usefulness."

CHAPTER XII.

REMINISCENCES.

THE two communications which follow may be very properly here introduced, as they bear on the labors of our missionary among children and youth of this country. Their perusal will awaken similar reminiscences in the bosoms of many others.

"347 West Twenty-first Street, New York, Feb. 25, 1869.

"REV. AND DEAR DR. WATERBURY, - In response to your request for reminiscences of Rev. Dr. John Scudder, I copy from my own private diary the following, penned in 1858:

“Monday, Nov. 29. My hearing Rev. Henry M. Scudder preach last evening, and my going to hear Rev. Wm. Scudder deliver an address this evening, reminds me of the following reminiscences:

"I recollect that in 1844, when I was scarcely seven years of age, I came in contact with Dr. John Scudder for the first and only time.

"We were then living in Varick Street, near Spring, and I was a scholar in the Spring Street Presbyterian Sabbath-school, Rev. Dr. Wm. Patton being our pastor at that time.

"On a dull, dark-looking Sunday afternoon in May, 1844, our Sabbath-schools were seated in the spacious galleries of the church, while a large audience of parents

and friends filled the pews below. The object of this gathering was to hear the venerable Dr. Scudder address us children.

"As for myself, I was in a front pew of the left-hand gallery, near the choir, and, as the doctor was speaking, I stood up, leaned over, and looked directly at him. Thus, unintentionally, I made myself quite a conspicuous object, and was made still more so when Dr. Scudder, who was urging the children to consecrate themselves to the missionary work, raised his voice and said, 'Perhaps a number of these children and youth now before me are yet to become missionaries—perhaps that boy yonder,' pointing to me, thus singling me out among hundreds of scholars, and causing many to look at me. I was somewhat abashed at being thus particularly noticed; yet, as I can well remember, though more than fourteen years have gone by since then, I said to myself in a moment, 'No! no! never! you are mistaken this time.'

"He invited all who wished to purchase the little book in paper cover called 'Scudder's Letters' to come to the lecture-room the next morning. 'I'll be there,' said he, 'and will sell them to the children for six cents apiece.' I was very anxious to have the book, and so, having obtained the money from one of my parents, I started off before breakfast, and went around the corner to the church. I found the doctor alone in the lecture-room, seated beside a little table near the door. He began to converse with me in a kindly manner, again urging me to become a missionary. My only reply was that I never would. Perhaps I was a little obstinate in my manner. So I made my purchase and went out. That was the

last time I ever remember having seen Dr. Scudder. I am told he was at our next monthly concert, and made an address. Of this I have no recollection whatever.

"He was a tall, slender man, with a long yet not narrow head. His hair, which was gray and white mixed together, was cut short, and brushed up in front, giving him rather an unusual appearance. He must have been upward of fifty years of age at that time. He spoke distinctly, and with a loud, clear, shrill voice. His manner was open and familiar; his disposition seemed to be very fatherly and affectionate.

"Whenever he spoke the children were extremely attentive. He enlisted their interest and attention by plain off-hand remarks such as these: 'Now I want you to look right at me, and when you go home I want you to be able to tell your parents all that Dr. Scudder has told you about India.'

"Trysting these boyish memories may be of some service to you, your young brother in the Gospel ministry, "JAMES A. LITTLE."

"30 Bible House, Tuesday, Feb. 23, 1869. "MY DEAR SIR,-Your notice in the 'Observer,' calling for reminiscences of the late Dr. John Scudder, awakened many pleasing recollections of that good man and his family. On his visit to his native land twentyfive years ago, he stopped a while in Burton (now Leroy) Street, in the vicinity of the West Presbyterian Church, then in Carmine Street, now located in West Forty-second Street, the Church with which the writer was identified from its foundation. I well remember Dr. Scudder's appearance among us in Carmine Street, and the