In the introductory lecture Bishop Butler has been commended and praised as a moralist, and certainly not one word beyond his deserts; but an evangelical preacher cannot send any man with the burden of a bad past upon him to Butler for advice and direction about that.  While lecturing on and praising the sound philosophical and ethical spirit of the great bishop, Dr. Chalmers complains that he so much lacks the sal evangelicum, the strength and the health and the sweetness of the doctrines of grace.  Legality and Civility and Morality are all good and necessary in their own places; but he is a cheat who would send a guilt-burdened and sick-at-heart sinner to any or all of them.  The wicket gate first, and then He who keeps that gate will tell us what to do, and where next to go; but any other way out of the City of Destruction but by the wicket gate is sure to land us where it landed Evangelist’s quaking and sweating charge.  When Bishop Butler lay on his deathbed he called for his chaplain, and said, ’Though I have endeavoured to avoid sin, and to please God to the utmost of my power, yet from the consciousness of my perpetual infirmities I am still afraid to die.’  ‘My lord,’ said his happily evangelical chaplain, ’have you forgotten that Jesus Christ is a Saviour?’ ‘True,’ said the dying philosopher, ’but how shall I know that He is a Saviour for me?’ ’My lord, it is written, “Him that cometh to Me, I will in no wise cast out."’ ‘True,’ said Butler, ’and I am surprised that though I have read that Scripture a thousand times, I never felt its virtue till this moment, and now I die in peace.’

The third and the last time on which the pilgrims meet with their old friend and helper, Evangelist, is when they are just at the gates of the town of Vanity.  They have come through many wonderful experiences since last they saw and spoke with him.  They have had the gate opened to them by Goodwill.  They have been received and entertained in the Interpreter’s House, and in the House Beautiful.  The burden has fallen off their backs at the cross, and they have had their rags removed and have received change of raiment.  They have climbed the Hill Difficulty, and they have fought their way through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.  More than the half of their adventures and sufferings are past; but they are not yet out of gunshot of the devil, and the bones of many a promising pilgrim lie whitening the way between this and the city.  Many of our young communicants have made a fair and a promising start for salvation.  They have got over the initial difficulties that lay in their way to the Lord’s table, and we have entered their names with honest pride in our communion roll.  But a year or two passes over, and the critical season arrives when our young communicant ‘comes out,’ as the word is.  Up till now she has been a child, a little maid, a Bible-class student, a young communicant, a Sabbath-school teacher.  But she is now a young lady, and she comes out into