of strong emotions, but they were sanctified emotions. He was on the mount or in the vale-seldom midway. If a cloud obscured his spiritual horizon, he must go to prayer till the breath of heaven chased it away. He never thought of being happy without the felt presence of God. If that were for a season withdrawn, he was like a child that had lost the father's hand in a crowded street. He cried out long and loud for God. "Tell me where I may find him" was the language of his soul. And when he did find Him, you could hear the shout of song go up from his closet, out of which when he came you needed none to tell you that the light of God's countenance had risen upon him. The ups and downs in his Christian pilgrimage were frequent, but the main tenor of his experience was that of spiritual joy and sunshine. Blessed man! who lived on God as well as to God.

TWOFOLD PROFESSION.

Dr. Scudder was minister and physician both. He never neglected the physical wants of his patients; but he kept his eye open, as the occasion offered, to pour in the oil and wine upon the soul. Did he not, in this, walk in the steps of his great Master? Yes, many a soul has he met in heaven to whose conversion the sick-bed, under his prayers and counsels, became a spiritual Bethesda.

Sometimes these visits were of a harrowing nature. Said he to the writer, at the close of one of the prayermeetings, “I want you to go with me and see a sick girl.” He led me up an alley into a poor-looking tenement, and as we entered the room a deep groan issued from the sufferer. She was beautiful even amid the paleness of death. She turned her large black eyes upon me, and

they made me shudder. There was despair in them. Then, closing them, she uttered such a groan! It seemed to come from a consciously lost soul. The doctor took her hand, and spoke touchingly of Jesus. But oh! such a look as she gave when that name was uttered. It told us that to her that name was agony. "Pray for me, pray for me," she exclaimed; "I am lost-I am lost." So we knelt and prayed, weeping as we did it. In the midst of our prayers she would break forth, "Pray on! pray on !" "Don't stop." "Oh, I am lost-I am lost." Every heart trembled, and every eye was in tears. But we could pray no longer, for the spasms of death came, and, with one awful groan, she expired.

This beautiful young creature came into New York from the country to seek employment. She fell into the snares every where laid for the unwary. She went down fast, and such was her end as we have described.

These visits were not only professional, but merciful; and, in the records of eternity, it may be found that this young Christian physician accomplished no small part of his beneficent deeds ere he set sail for heathendom.

CHURCH RELATIONS.

While in New York Dr. Scudder was deeply concerned to find a preacher under whose ministry he could obtain spiritual food, and so be nourished up into higher degrees of strength in the divine life. He at length found such a one in the person of the Rev. Christian Bork, pastor of the Reformed, Dutch Church in Franklin Street. He was an aged man, of German origin, having come to this country as a Hessian soldier during Revolutionary times. His conversion took place under the preaching

of the Rev. Dr. Livingstone. He could not get into the barn where the doctor was preaching, but contrived to get within hearing; and the Lord opened his heart to "receive the Word." Soon he entered upon preparation for the ministry, and finally settled in the Dutch Reformed Church in New York. When we heard him, he discovered very little of the foreign accent. He was short and stout, and his silvery hair was combed back upon his head. His aspect in the pulpit was impressive, and his manner of preaching very affectionate and impassioned. As he read the Scriptures he usually added a brief commentary on striking passages, and was remarkable in prayer, giving utterance to the most exalted sentiments of devotion. Having taken his text, he closed the Bible, laid it on the cushion behind him, and proceeded with his discourse. He used no notes. His soul was full of his subject, and his memory for pertinent quotations-chapter and verse-astonished every body who listened to him. He preached entirely to believers, holding that if he could edify them, he would leave the sinners in the hands of God. He seldom, if ever, addressed a single word of warning or exhortation to the impenitent.

But how could Dr. S., so intensely concerned for the salvation of others, approve of such a course? He did not. Frequent were the conversations he held with his pastor on this point. But Mr. Bork could not be convinced that it was his duty to call sinners to repentance. If others felt it to be their duty, he had no objection. He even encouraged the young physician in his efforts to arouse the slumbering consciences of the young, but ungodly part of his congregation.

As a preacher to Christians and on Christian experience, Mr. Bork was almost unequaled. He knew the depths, and heights, and all the intermediate way. He connected his own experience with the Word of God in a manner to rivet the attention of all who had a heartfelt sympathy with Christ and with Christian doctrine. This trait, to Dr. S., was the charm in Mr. Bork's ministrations.

But such preaching, being of the ultra Calvinistic school, tended, though unconsciously to the preacher, to beget in formal professors the idea of electing grace, even where there was neither grace in the heart nor holiness in the life. Seeing this tendency, Dr. S. endeavored to counteract it by his exhortations and prayers in the weekly meetings. He established, with his pastor's concurrence, a meeting for the young people, which he conducted himself. It was largely attended, and soon signs of awakening became apparent. He was greatly encouraged. But some of the old men of the congregation, who had drifted calmly down on the tide of Antinomianism, took ground in opposition to him, and protested against his course, declaring that he preached the law and not the Gospel. Dr. Scudder, still consulting his pastor, asked his consent to read some of President Edwards's sermons to the young people. Mr. Bork gave his consent; and so, at their next meeting, one of the most pungent of Edwards's sermons was read. Then were souls convicted, and ere long a score or more presented themselves to the pastor, seeking admission to the privilege of Church communion. Thus was God, with this young evangelist, setting his own seal upon his labors. All along, within a year or two, continued acces

sions took place, and so from one to two hundred converts were added to the Church.

The following extract of a letter to his mother will give his views and feelings in expectation of the revival: "The attention to religion in the Dutch Church to which I am attached is now becoming very great. God's children are crying day and night for a revival of his work, and we are on the lookout for his appearing with his almighty energy in the midst of us. My hopes have been raised for some time past, and I communicated them to my dear pastor, who would rejoice with joy unspeakable could he see it the case. We had last Monday set apart as a day of prayer and supplication for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit in the midst of us, and it was a day of great power. Some of God's children found it a most delightful season; an indication, I hope, that he was ready to hear the prayers of his people."

Dr. Scudder continued his connection with the Reformed Dutch Church up to the close of life. His heart, however, was in every evangelical church; and wherever he saw a Christian he recognized the tie of brotherhood, irrespective of form and of denomination. Bigotry could never find a home in such a heart as his.

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