untiring industry, or, I should rather say, his intense love of work; for it seemed to take rather the form of a passion for labor, rather than of that dogged assiduity, which is too often dignified by the name of industry. He held all his time and talents as properly at the disposal of the college. Hence it was with great difficulty that he could be induced, even for a day, to leave his college work for the more general services to the public, to which he was so often called. "Come to me at any time of night or day, when I can serve you, young gentlemen," he would say to the students; "it is my business to work for you; I am paid for it; and you may claim. my services not as a favor, but as your lawful right. And this was not mere talk; for he was never better pleased than when taken at his word.

But it is time to follow Dr. Wayland from the recitation-room to the chapel. Here his influence Here, in addition to

was felt by the whole college.
the positive instructions that he gave, was exercised
that unconscious tuition which forms so important a
part of the work of the true teacher. The chapel,
be it remembered, was not the gorgeous structure
in which the students of King's College pay their
devotions.

"The high embowed roof,
With antic pillars, massy-proof,
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light,"

Its

were all wanting. The old chapel of Brown University was not reared by royal affluence, but by pious poverty. I will not say how many feet short nor how many feet narrow (for length and breadth seem quite extravagent terms to apply to that humble apartment), the room was to which we were summoned for morning and evening prayers. plainness would have satisfied the utmost demands of George Fox. But this little chapel had its virtues. It brought all its inmates within the sphere of each other's sympathies; it brought teachers and students face to face. There was no need of monitors; absentees and truants could not hope to escape detection.

The services of a college chapel are not usually either impressive or improving. They are considered rather as disciplinary, as furnishing a convenient opportunity for roll-call, rather than as religious and devotional exercises. But the deep reverence and religious fervor of Dr. Wayland's nature gave to these services a far higher character. He stood upon an open platform within a few feet. of the students, so that the slighest expression of his countenance and the most delicate modulations of his voice, and, indeed, the whole effect of his superior presence, had full play upon his youthful auditory. He was no elocutionist, in the strict sense of the term; his voice, though of great compass and power, had

never been trained by the professed elocutionist. In all matters of gesture and vocal expression, he was a law unto himself. As he was not the slave of art, he frequently rose to excellences to which art can never attain. His manner, though not elegant, was very impressive. His reading of the Scriptures seldom failed to command attention, for he showed by his voice and manner how completely their sentiments had taken possession of his own soul. No one, I think, who sat in that chapel for four years, or even for four weeks, can fail to remember his reading such passages as the ninetieth psalm, the parable of the Pharisee and the Publican, the speech of Paul to the Athenians, or some of his favorite selections from the book of Job. Upon such passages he expended all the resources of his emotional nature, and rendered them with a strength and delicacy of feeling which seemed to impart to them a new meaning, and clothe them with a fresh inspiration. All must remember how he would sometimes, when reading, raise his clear keen eye from the sacred page and give in a single sentence the substance of a sermon, and send home to the conscience a living truth by a well-chosen illustration; and so the truths. divine would come mended from his tongue. The chapel services thus became an important means of moral and religious growth, and even the more thoughtless students were often moulded under their influence to a better life.

But the chapel was the scene of another class of influences than the religious and devotional. It was here that he conferred with the students upon such points of order and discipline as naturally arise in college life. All who are acquainted with college life well know what slight causes will sometimes move the whole body of students as the heart of one man; and with what earnestness they will rush to the wildest extremes. It is a common impression, that Dr. Wayland met all cases of this nature with the mere force of despotic power; and, it is true, there were cases in which he was not careful to answer for the course which he thought best to pursue. In cases of manifest perversity of character and deliberate opposition to rightful authority there was little disposition to temporize; but when, as often happens, students really felt themselves aggrieved by any college requirement, or came into collision with any individuals or regulations in the community at large, his resort was invariably to persuasion and argument. Whenever the moral tone of the college appeared low, it was often quickened and elevated by one of his peculiar and irresistible appeals from the chapel platform after evening prayers. The college never felt his power more than on some of these occasions. They have been so well described by one of his pupils, that I cannot but appropriate his language.

"It

The

was not instruction; it was not argument; it was not exhortation. It was a mixture of wit and humor, of ridicule, sarcasm, pathos, and fun, of passionate remonstrance, earnest appeal, and solemn warning; poured forth, not at random, but with a knowledge of the laws of emotion, to which Lord. Kames himself could have added nothing. effect was indescribable. No Athenian audience ever hung more tumultuously on the lips of the divine Demosthenes. That little chapel heaved and swelled with the intensity of its pent-up forces. The billows of passion rose and fell like the waves of a tempestuous sea. At one moment all were burning with indignation; the next, they were melted to tears. Now every one was convulsed with laughter; and now, as solemn as if the revelations of doom were just opening upon him. Emotions the most diverse followed one another in quick succession. Admiration, resentment, awe, and worship in turn swelled every bosom. At length the storm spent itself. The sky cleared, and the sun shone out with increased brightness. The ground had been softened and fertilized, and the whole air purified." I have listened with wonder and admiration to the stately eloquence of Daniel Webster; I have been raised to ecstasy by the graceful energy and matchless beauties of Edward Everett; but never have I felt the nails driven by these mas