is full of enthusiasm, and kindles up a pale,
dark face that otherwise might be dull. His voice is stronger and
clearer than you would expect. You are agreeably surprised to find how
animated and vigorous he can become. After all, and in spite of
ill-health, time has dealt not ungently with Mr. Lynch. He is a trifle
bald, and you can detect a greyish tint in his hair--that is all; but Mr.
Lynch, I imagine, is not one of those who age fast. He has a happy
cheerfulness apparently, which compensates for the poetic sensitiveness
which frets away many a man's, life, and which made a hard-headed
Wordsworth write--

"We poets in our youth begin in gladness,
Whereof come in the end despondency and madness."

Indeed, Mr. Lynch's cheerfulness is evidently, ever welling up out of his
heart and colouring all his thoughts and words. In his services this is
everywhere apparent. He has much of the lithe action of the comedian,
and he stands ever, like Garrick, between tragedy and comedy, one moment
ready to make you smile, and the next touching all that is most earnest,
most serious, most devout in our common nature. He leans on his little
desk, his hands before him, and talks away, sweetly and devoutly, about
things that interest all--things that have a spiritual bearing, things
that are secular and profane, only to the secular and profane. There are
not very many people to hear him; but then, they are hearers, and there
is sympathy between the preacher and the pews. The Iron Duke said, "When
you begin to turn in bed, it is time for you to get up." In a similar
way it may be said, when the people begin to turn to look at the clock it
is time the preacher or lecturer was done. The other night I found Mr.
Lynch's service occupied nearly two hours, yet it did not seem wearisome
or long. The service was commenced with chanting, and prayer, and
reading scripture, and singing. Then there was a text, and a lecture or
sermon from that text. On the occasion to which I refer the subject was
John Howe, as an illustration of that passage in Proverbs which
predicates of the man diligent in his business that he shall stand before
kings--a prediction literally verified in the case of John Howe, who was
chaplain to Oliver Cromwell--a man greater than any king--and who had
friendly converse with that Protestant hero, William the Third, the best
king England ever had. Very vividly did Mr. Lynch bring out all that was
noblest