On the contrary, one’s handwriting is often the antipodes of his character.  An unreasonable schoolmaster has often, by false instruction, cramped or ruined the pupil’s chirography for ever.  If people only knew how a brutal pedagogue in the academy used to pull my ears while learning to write, I should not be so often censured for my own miserable scribble.  I defy any boy to learn successfully to make “hooks and trammels” in his copy-book, or ever after learn to trace a graceful calligraphy, if he had “old Talyor” bawling over him.  I hope never to meet that man this side of heaven, lest my memory of the long-ago past be too much for the sense of ministerial propriety.

There are great varieties of circumstances that influence and decide the autograph.  I have no faith in the science of chirography.  I could, from a pack of letters in one pigeon-hole, put to rout the whole theory.  I have come to the conclusion that he who judges of a man’s character by his penmanship makes a very poor guess.  The boldest specimen of chirography I ever received was from a man whose wife keeps him in perpetual tremor, he surrendering every time she looks toward the broomstick.

Myself.—­What do you think, Dominie, of the fact that laymen have begun to preach? and what is your opinion of the work they are doing in Scotland?

For the first time in many a day the old Dominie grew sarcastic, and said: 

What are we coming to?  Get out your fire-engines.  There is a conflagration.  What work Messrs. Moody, Sankey, Phillips, Bliss, Jacobs, Burnell, Durant and fifty other laymen have done.  Wherever they go they have large concourses of people, and powerful revivals of religion follow.  Had we not better appoint a meeting of conference or presbytery to overhaul these men who are saving souls without license?  No!  What we want is ten thousand men just like them, coming up from among the people, with no professional garb, and hearts hot with religious fervor, and bound by no conventionalities or stereotyped notions about the way things ought to be done.

I have a sly suspicion that the layman who has for seven years given the most of his time to the study of the truth is better prepared to preach the gospel than a man who has given that length of time in theological seminaries to the study of what other people say about the Bible.  In other words, we like water just dipped from the spring, though handed in a gourd, rather than water that has been standing a week in a silver pitcher.

After Calvin has twisted us one way, and Arminius has twisted us another, and we get our head full of the old Andover and New Haven theological fights, and the difference between Ante-Nicene Trinitarianism and Post-Nicene Trinitarianism, it is a luxury to meet some evangelist who can tell us in our common mother-tongue of Him who came to seek and to save that which was lost.