to visit England is very strong.  He had been appointed by the churches of Massachusetts to visit those of England last year in the character of a delegate; but the means of meeting the expenses of such a delegation were not provided, and consequently the visit was not paid.  It is worthy of observation that the Doctor’s books have been sold in England far more extensively than in America; but from the English editions he receives no profit, and even from the American ones very little.  As it may be the first time that English readers hear of John Todd as Doctor Todd, and as there is an impression that our American friends bestow their literary honours too freely and indiscriminately,—­which, indeed, is true in reference to some scores of institutions,—­nothing being easier than to obtain a D.D.,—­I would just observe that this applies not to the New England Colleges.  They are very chary of such honours, and only confer that of D.D. on ministers of long standing and high attainments.  In the case of Mr. Todd it was most deservedly bestowed.

Pittsfield is but a small town, of about 5,000 inhabitants.  The Governor of Massachusetts resided there, and was a deacon of a Baptist Church.  Dr. Todd presides over a Congregational Church.  To the principles of Congregationalism he is devoutly attached.  While others regard Presbyterianism and Congregationalism as matters of mere geographical boundary, Todd could never be prevailed upon, even by the most advantageous offers, to do the same.  He said he had nailed his flag to the mast, and would never abandon it.  “I regard Congregationalism,” said he to me, “as a sort of a working-jacket:  with it on I can work with anybody, in any place, and in any way.”  With this great and good man we exceedingly enjoyed a homely dinner and a few hours’ converse.  In coming out, I observed before the door, half-covered with snow, a beautiful model of the Temple of Theseus.  This was the work of the Doctor’s own hands.

At 3-1/2 P.M. we left for Albany.  At the station, before crossing the Hudson, we observed in large letters the ominous words “Beware of pickpockets!” On reaching the city we went to the “Delevan House,” so called after Mr. Delevan, who has done so much for the advancement of temperance in America.  The house is his property, but he does not conduct it.  He lives there as a lodger; and I was permitted to spend the evening in conversation with him.  The house is the largest temperance hotel in the world.  It will accommodate about 400 guests.  Those who keep it are religious people, and have a public family-worship every evening, usually conducted by the master of the house; but if a minister of any denomination be present, he is asked to officiate.  A bell is rung, and all who feel disposed to unite in the worship assemble in a large room.  On this occasion it was my privilege to conduct the service; and in such a place, and under such circumstances, it was to me an exercise of peculiar interest.  A hymn too was sung, and well sung,—­the tune being led by the master of the house, aided by his family.