REV. DIR. BEECHER.
Dr. Beecher has not at all the look Oi his profession. His stature is small, his frame sturdy and compact, and his gait always business-like and rapid. He has very little of the scholar in his face at any time, and looks weather and tanned, like men of out-of-ioors occupations. His features are rigid and stern without harsll- ness. His forehead is strongly marked, but low, and his head rises from it at slight receding angle into a conicaI eleva- ton of remarkable capacity and breadth. His eyes are sharp and vivacious, but free from all expression or cunning, and his mouth, slighrly cut and nervous, expresses degree of energy, which, if it were not for the superiority of the rest of his face, would verge closely upon dogmatism. His iron-grey hair is stiff and unmanageable, and worn closely cut like the Covenanters, though peculiar habi, he has of forcing it back from his forehead and temples, de- stroys the look of ;neekness described as belonging to those persecu;ed fanatics. - On the whole, his conntenance is hard, but it is neither forbdding nor severe, and l while it wants the winning grace of express sion which is stamped upon gentler na- lures, it is, at the same lime, free from all traces of craft, and has nothing in its strong lines which his worst enemy could inter- pret into worldliness or sensuality.

 1t is difficult to describe Dr.. Beecher's manner in the pulpit. Not because it is unmarked with peculiarities, but because he leaves you no opportunity to observe them. He surprises you out of your self possession with his first sentence. The previous services have not at all prepal el you. He has read the hymns with disa~ greeable voice and a dull sing-song monot- omy and he has made the introductory prayer with a quaintness and blunt famll- iarily, to your unused ear almost irrever- ent. The organ ceases, and you fold your arms with feeling of settled endurance. You are already disappointed, and have made up your mind that he is only pop ular fanatic and has been greatly overra- ted. He rises, and lifting his spec,acles from his eyes, leans forward, and, in x quiet, unpretending tone, makes the sim- plest remark of which language is capable Ten to one he strikes your very thought, and you are thrown of your guard at once. You are prepared for sermon; but in- stead of prea, hing to you, he has taken up

 

 iton so naturally tha, you forge, it is not yourself. You expected arguments to re- sist, passion to set aside, rant to allow for but he brings no arguments till you have anticipated them in your own mind, no passion till you feel it glowing in your own cheek, no enthusiasm till you hang upon his lips waiting for it with impatient desire. By the time he is half though, you are wholly disarmed, and prepared to be, for the time, moulded at his will. You have forgotten the man, forgotten your prejudi- ces, and without the least guardedness or reserve you are absorbed in the inter- est of his theme. He gradually warns, throws of his familiar manner, abandons his notes, and hurries on with rapid and passionate elOquence which bears down