have no language at command to express my admiration and respect for one whose clearness of thought, justness of discrimination, deep learning, catholic views and affluence of imagination are recognized so widely."

With all his intellectual force and vast accumulations of knowledge, Dr. Williams was as simple-hearted as a child and tender as a woman. He seemed more like an inspired child than a great man, so modest, so humble, so gentle were all his words and ways. Therefore he was a beloved pastor as well as a grand preacher. A son of consolation in the chamber of grief, he ministered tenderly to the sick and afflicted in the loving spirit of his Master. Rare is such a combination of graces in one of the saints of God. Absorbed in books, the great scholar seldom has sympathies with the world about him. He comes to live among the past and to lose his interest in the present. Not always is a great preacher a good shepherd. But it was the glory of this good man that his heart was never chilled by the blood going to the head: he knew much and loved more. He became very wise and very learned, but he kept near the Cross of Christ, the central theme of his studies and the radiant point in every sermon. Had not his voice failed him he would have been mighty in the pulpit and on the platform, a leader in the religious world, and of world-wide fame.

For many years past he has been dwelling among us, but dwelling apart, yet in living sympathy with the church, with her institutions of learning and religion, and with the great movements of the age. Many of the younger race of ministers scarcely knew that this Master in Israel was still here. But his near friends knew it and cherished him tenderly. A loving home circle held him back from heaven. He preached his last sermon March 22. A fatal illness laid its hand upon him. The patriarch of fourscore knew the Master's call. And as the end drew nigh he said: "Take me out of this bed and carry me into the library among the books that I love." In tender arms they bore him, as he wished. The faithful, loving wife of his youth, two noble sons and a few dear friends were around him. More than all, the Author of

his faith, Jesus the Saviour whom he had preached and loved with undying love, was with him. He cast a languid, dying eye upon the friends and books he loved, and then upon his Saviour's breast "he leaned his head, and breathed his life out sweetly there."

DAVID M. STONE.

REMARKABLE FIDELITY AND SUCCESS.

INTERVIEWING is no part of my duty or pleasure. As it is pursued in many instances it is a gross impertinence, but that is no reason why it is not entertaining. Therefore it will be popular until civilization reforms or kills it. But without anything in the way of interviewing I have found a very remarkable example of steady industry, patience, perseverance and success in the case of David M. Stone, Esq., editor of the Journal of Commerce in this city. His career is full of interest to Christian men of business and to religious readers.

The Journal of Commerce was founded by religious men with a high moral purpose in view, and it has never ceased to be controlled by men who fear God and keep his commandments, particularly that commandment which enjoins rest from labor on the Lord's day. Nearly all the prominent morning newspapers in this city are published on Sunday. And as it is often said that the work on a Monday-morning paper is largely done on Sunday, it should be understood that this great newspaper, the leading commercial paper in the United States, is published early on Monday morning without a moment's work being done upon it on Sunday. The office is closed late on Saturday, and is not opened until after the Sabbath is ended.

David M. Stone left home to look out for himself before he was quite fourteen years old, and from that time to this

has made his own way without pecuniary assistance from any one. After his day's work was done he studied Latin and Greek by the light of a tallow dip, and thus laid the foundation for a thorough course of self-education. Early smitten with a love of letters, he obtained a local reputation as a writer of prose and poetry, and was earning money as a writer before he was out of his teens. In the year 1849, and not long after the death of David Hale, Esq., of Hale & Hallock, proprietors of the Journal of Commerce, Mr. Stone was employed on that paper, and has been there without interruption ever since. He had already made himself familiar with financial matters, and now took charge of the market, stock and dry-goods reports, and the general editorial care of the paper.

Thirty-six years have passed away, during which time he has not taken one week's vacation. He has not been absent twenty-four consecutive hours, except Sundays, in the last twenty years. This is the most remarkable instance of assiduity, perseverance and health that I have ever recorded. In the midst of his labors on the Journal of Commerce, Mr. Stone for several years contributed a financial article weekly to the New York Observer, edited as a pastime the Ladies' Wreath, and conducted the financial department of Hunt's Merchants' Magazine.

Mr. Stone resides in Brooklyn, and is a member of the Congregational church of which Dr. Behrends is now, and Dr. Scudder was, the pastor. His devotion to religious work is in harmony with his diligence in business, and his example is as commendable in the church as in the world. Dr. Scudder preached more than one thousand sermons during the eleven years of his pastorate in Brooklyn, of which Mr. Stone heard all but three, and then he was holding a service of his own elsewhere. For this indefatigable man is a diligent student of the Bible, and gives lectures on it, expounding Book after Book of the Holy Scriptures, going through the life of Christ, the Book of Revelation, etc., to the great edification of the people. Dr. Behrends has been settled in Brooklyn for just two years, and Mr.

Stone has heard every sermon that he has preached, and is always on hand at the weekly prayer-meeting and ready to assist if desired.

Thus we see and that is the point of this Letter-that diligence in business has not prevented him from the enjoyment of the highest Christian activity and usefulness, while unusual attention to religious duties and privileges has not interfered with the most unexampled fidelity to the business department of life. It is not often that we see these two activities united. It is the sad fact that the cares of business too often choke the religious life out of the soul. As riches increase even Christians set their hearts upon them. I have never yet met a man who was so much absorbed with religion as to neglect his business, but I have seen several, say ten or fifteen thousand, so absorbed in business that they had little time or heart for Christian work and pleasure. Mr. Stone attends to both in their season, carrying his religion into his business, and doing his religious work with the same earnest devotion that he gives to his newspaper.

He is a man of great intellectual ability, and of varied, profound and useful knowledge. His department of Questions and Answers requires immense labor and research, but he gives so much attention to it that it has become an acknowledged authority. Many lawsuits have been avoided, disputes settled, and a vast amount of information gratuitously given by those answers. At the De Lesseps dinner in New York Mr. Stone made a speech which for breadth of view, extent of knowledge and practical forecast would do honor to any statesman.

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He enjoys his well-earned wealth in a rational way. spacious house on Franklin Avenue has handsome grounds about it, in the midst of which he may be often seen sitting, surrounded by young people to whom he is expounding a beautiful plant or flower. His conservatories yield the finest fruit. His library and galleries are stored with choice treasures. He is fond of good horses, and they are better than medicines to keep him in robust health and excellent spirits,

without which he could not, as he does, work ten or twelve hours out of every twenty-four and never take a vacation. He is comparatively a young man yet; only sixty-seven years vears of age, which I do not consider old by any manner of means. But if the years of a man's life are to be measured by the amount of good work he has done for God and his fellow-creatures, in that case my friend has already completed quite a century. He has shown us that "it is not all of life to live." We are put here to do something. And I count that man happy who can show such a record as his.

ENGLEWOOD: ITS PASTOR AND ITS PATRIARCH.

BEHIND the Palisades and on the slope reaching to the summit of those munitions of rocks that excite the wonder and admiration of the voyager on the Hudson River, lies the village of Englewood, in New Jersey. Within a few minutes by rail of the great city, it is yet so secluded that it might well be considered out of the world, though in it. Here several presidents of banks in New York have taken up their abode for summer and winter. One of them, an old-time friend of mine, comes into town every morning, bringing on his back the burden of eighty years. It agrees with them. The residences of these and others of wealth, position and usefulness are in the midst of ample lawns and groves, and being built with the handsomest architectural taste, the whole region presents the beauties of nature, with the added attractions of artistic culture.

The church of which the Rev. Henry M. Booth, D.D., is the successful pastor is an edifice of rare elegance. It was built in 1870 at a cost of $50,000. Dr. Booth came to this charge in 1867, when he was twenty-four years old. He is a native of New York City, a graduate of Williams College and of N. Y. Union Theological Seminary. He has often been called away from this delightful spot, but eighteen years of