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“Who can conceive the anguish of my sad spirit? I refused to be comforted: tears were my meat by day and dreams my terror by night. My thoughts were all a case of knives, cutting my heart in pieces until a kind of stupor of grief ministered a mournful medicine to me.
“I sought and found a solitude which seemed congenial to me. I could tell my griefs to the flowers, and the dews could weep with me. My Bible, once my daily food, was but a hand to lift the sluices of my woe. Prayer yielded no balm to me. There came the ‘slander of many’ — barefaced fabrications, libellous slanders, and barbarous accusations. These alone might have scooped out the last drop of consolation from my cup of happiness, but the worst had come to the worst, and the utmost malice of the enemy could do no more.”
“On a sudden, like a flash of lightning from the sky, my soul returned to me. I was free, the iron fetter was broken in pieces, my prison door was open; I leaped for joy of heart. The Name, the precious Name of Jesus, was like Ithuriel’s spear, bringing back my soul to its right and proper state. I was a man again, and, what is more, a believer. The

garden in which I stood became an Eden to me, and the spot was most solemnly consecrated in my most grateful memory. Then did I give to my Well-Beloved a song touching my Well-Beloved. Then did I cast my burden on the Lord. I could have riven the very firmament to get at Him, to cast myself at His feet, and lie there bathed in the tears of joy and love. Never since the day of my conversion had I known so much of Him, never had my spirit leaped with such unutterable delight. Scorn, tumult, and war seemed less than nothing for His sake. I girded up my loins to run before His chariot and shout forth His glory.”

Two more Sundays elapsed, and then he was back to the scene of the tragedy. But not now in the evening; it seemed to be the safer course, although it was even more daring, to hold the morning service in the Music Hall, and from November 23, 1856, to

December 1859 this arrangement was continued. The smallest acquaintance with Church matters will make it apparent that this was a far severer test of the preacher’s power over the people than the service on the Sunday evening. But they came in unceasing crowds, and an entirely new set of people were touched. The matter cannot be put better than it was, thirty years later, by one of the leading London newspapers, which at the time of the accident had not a hard enough word to say of him.

“Curiously enough”, it writes, “ it was an accident of a serious nature that first drew the attention of the world in general to the rising influence of Mr. Spurgeon. The young preacher — he was then very young — had already secured an immense following on the south side of London. But the world on the other side, the world north of the Thames, the world of society and of the clubs and the West End, the world of Bloomsbury and Fitzroy Square, the world of Maida Vale and Highgate, all these various microcosms knew little or nothing of the powerful young preacher whose congregations had already far outgrown the capacity of New Park Street Chapel in Southwark.”
But when the accident happened —
“Mr. Spurgeon became famous at once. Society went out of its way, put itself to trouble, to hear the young preacher whose admirers could not be contained in a building of less size than the Great Music Hall.
“Mr. Spurgeon, of course, would have been known to the whole public of these countries in time, even if there had never been a panic and a rush and a catastrophe in the Surrey Music Hall. But he found himself famous the morning after the accident, and he kept his fame. Naturally he met with some severe and scornful criticism. One celebrated critic, who made a special pilgrimage to the south side to hear him, contrasted him in words of melancholic scorn with Irving and Whitefield.




Edward Irving

George Whitefield

But the critic had not heard Edward Irving or George Whitefield. Perhaps if he had been a critic when Irving was still preaching, he would have drawn disparaging comparison between him also and Whitefield. Perhaps if he had lived in Whitefield’s days he would have lamented the degeneracy of the age that accepted such a man as a popular preacher. As a pulpit orator he had special advantages. He had a voice of marvellous power, penetration, and variety of tone. His voice has been compared with that of O’Connell, of the late Lord Derby, of Mr. Gladstone, of Dr. McNeile, the famous Liverpool preacher, and of various other orators living or dead. He had resources, readily drawn upon, of pathos and a certain kind of humour; and he could vivify his sermons by all manner of telling and homely, sometimes perhaps too homely, illustrations. He never preached over his listeners or at them. He always talked directly to them. He was always intensely in earnest. His emotions carried himself, as well as his congregation, away.

“The qualities by which Mr. Spurgeon secured his influence have ever since enabled him to keep it, and broaden it, and deepen it. It can hardly be said that his influence passed much outside what we may call Mr. Spurgeon’s own denominational sphere. It did not overflow the obvious limitations to anything like the same extent that Mr. Henry Ward Beecher’s influence did at one time in the United States.


Henry Ward Beecher

“The various little worlds of which we have already spoken went out of their way to hear Mr. Spurgeon, but they went back again.”

All that was to some extent true, but Mr. Spurgeon had compelled even the highest in the land to listen. True, his appeal was chiefly to the middle class. At the time of the accident, one London newspaper seized on this point. Commenting on the ordinary congregations, it asks, and it might almost be dealing with the conditions of today —
“But where are the artisan classes? So very scanty is their attendance upon the most noted preachers, that it is their adhesion to Mr. Spurgeon which has made that gentleman a prodigy and a phenomenon. In the list of killed and wounded at the Music Hall are journeymen painters, tanners, and milliners’ girls. It is worth while to ask the reason why.
“A single hearing is sufficient to answer the question, supposing that the hearer can also see. There never yet was a popular orator who did not talk more and better with his arms than with his tongue. Mr. Spurgeon knows this instinctively, and when he has read his text he does not fasten his eyes on a manuscript and his hands on a cushion. As soon as he begins to talk he begins to act; and that not as if declaiming on the stage, but as if conversing with you in the street. He seems to shake hands with you all round and put everyone at his ease. His colours are taken from the earth and sky of common human experience and aspirations. He dips his pencil, so to speak, in the veins of the nearest spectator, and makes his work a part of every man’s nature. He does not narrate occurrences, he describes them with a rough graphic-force and faithfulness. He does not reason out his doctrines, but announces, explains, and applies them. In the open air, someone may interrupt or interrogate, and the response is a new effect. In short, this man preaches Christianity, his Christianity, at any rate, as Ernest Jones preaches Chartism, and as John Bartholomew Gough preaches temperance.”
Dr. Campbell again spoke in defence of the young preacher —
“Mr. Spurgeon is in all respects original”, he said, “a preacher of Heaven’s own formation; and hence all is nature and all is life, while that life and that nature are among the millions a power. Is he abrupt, blunt, direct? It is nature. Is he idiomatic, colloquial, playful, dramatic? It is nature. Nature is power; artifice impotence. Without nature, no one can please much and please long. Nature responds only to nature; it turns a deaf ear to all that is contrary. Art may captivate the fancy; nature alone can subdue the heart. What, then, is the source of this unprecedented attraction? It is primarily in the soul of the man, a soul large, liberal, and loving.
“Since the days of Whitefield, no one has exacted so much attention in this metropolis, and the result, as in a former age, is a great diversity of sentiment. Such things, however, would seem, as in the case of Whitefield, only to help him onward. When Samuel Foote, of unhappy memory, wrote The Minor, bringing Whitefield on the stage as Dr. Squintum — for the great orator was marked by that visual peculiarity — he did much to excite public attention and confirm Whitefield’s hold of the better section of society. All such opposition and misrepresentation only tend to further the popularity it is sought to check. It operates like air on the furnace, which would languish and die but for the action of the atmosphere.
“Mr. Spurgeon is no negative theologian. Whitefield in this, as in other respects, had much in common with Spurgeon. Essences must not be confounded with accidents. The peculiarities which often distinguish great men have no necessary connection with the truth which they propagate in common. A firm friend of Whitefield has left it on record that, whether he looked grave, his weeping ‘loud and passionate’, and while his manner was natural, his language was simple — John Bunyan’s English. It was indeed that he used ‘market language.’ Spurgeon, too, we repeat, is in everything a child of nature; he is everywhere at home. A master of dialogue, he is not less master of powerful declamations — the two great things for which Whitefield himself was remarkable.”
For three years, the services in the Music Hall continued with unabated success, and the current of public opinion gradually changed. Even The National Review gave him a good word. Quoting one of his sayings, it said there was nothing vulgar in it, though

it was grotesque as a gargoyle; and contrasting his style with much of the ornate and hazy preaching of the day, it declared —

“If we must choose between the two, we do not know whether it is not less bad to handle spiritual truths as you would handle a bullock, than to handle them as you would handle a mist.”
A costermonger of Kennington, questioned in 1908, remembered Spurgeon in the Surrey Gardens days: “He was a stout man and wore a broad-brimmed hat. People used to say that he ran down the theatre, and yet he copied a lot of his antics from there.”
To gain entrance to the services, tickets were necessary — this in order to prevent the entrance of people bent on mischief. An eye-witness said, “Every seat was occupied by half-past ten o’clock, when the doors were opened to the public, then there was a rush of excited and hurried people, and in ten minutes every inch of standing room was occupied. Dr. Livingstone sat on the platform, and the Princess Royal, as well as the Duchess of Sutherland, were said to be present.” Lord Palmerston, on one occasion, secured a ticket, but was prevented attending by his old enemy, the gout. It was even said that Queen Victoria, disguised, was herself once present.
A reference in the Greville Memoirs has often been quoted. It bears the date February 8, 1857 —
“I have just come from hearing the celebrated Mr. Spurgeon. He is certainly very remarkable, and undeniably a fine character; not remarkable in person; in face resembling a smaller Macaulay; a very clear and powerful voice which was heard throughout the hall; a manner natural, impassioned, and without affectation or extravagance; wonderful fluency and command of language, abounding in illustration, and very often of a familiar kind, but without anything ridiculous or irreverent. He preached for about three-quarters of an hour, and, to judge by the use of handkerchiefs and the audible sobs, with great effect.”
Principal Tulloch, himself a famous preacher, visited the Surrey Music Hall in May 1858, in company with Professor Ferrier, the metaphysician, and in his Life, written by Mrs. Oliphant, the following descriptive passage occurs, Mr. Spurgeon being described by the authoress as “one of the wonders of society, competing with Mr. Charles Kean, if not surpassing him, in public interest.”
“We have just been to hear Spurgeon”, Tulloch wrote, “and have both been so much impressed that I wish to give you my impressions while they are fresh. As we came out we both confessed, ‘There is no doubt about that” and I was struck with Ferrier’s

remarkable expression, ‘I feel it would do me good to hear the like of that, it sat so close to reality.’

“The sermon is about the most real thing I have come in contact with for a long while. Thomas Guthrie is as sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal to it; and although there is not the elevated thought and descriptive felicity of John Caird (the latter especially, however, not wanting), there is more power. Power, in fact, and life are its characteristics, and I could not help being pleased that I had hit upon the man pretty well in the notice of him along with Robertson and Guthrie, which was never published.
“The place is fully adapted for preaching, being the largest, lightest, and airiest building I ever saw. It was crammed, of course, but not in the least uncomfortable, as round all the thickly-studded benches there was a wide and open corridor, with window-doors open, out and in of which you could walk into the gardens (Surrey Gardens) as you liked; and Ferrier kept taking a turn now and then during the sermon. He began the service with a short prayer, then sang the twenty-third Psalm, but instead of our fine old version, some vile version, in which the simple beauty of the hymn is entirely lost. Then he read and expounded the thirty-second chapter of Numbers [actually, Number 13:32]. His remarks were very good and to the point, with no display or misplaced emotion. He then prayed more at length, and this was the part of the service I least liked.
“He preached from the same chapter he read, about the spies from the land of Canaan — the good and bad spies. It was a parable, he said, of religion. Canaan is not rightly taken as a type of heaven, but of the religious life. Then, after speaking of men of the world judging religion (which, however, they had no right to do) from those who professed it rather than from the Bible — which in thought and grasp was the fullest part of the sermon — he said he would speak of two classes of people, the bad spies first, those who made a great ado about religion and did not show its power, and then the good spies. His description here was graphic beyond what I can give you an idea of, the most telling satire, cutting home, yet not overdone, as he spoke of the gloomy religionist who brought up a bad report of the land of religion, making himself and his wife and children miserable, drawing down the blinds on a Sunday, ‘almost most religious when most miserable, and most miserable when most religious’; then the meek-faced fellow, who can pray all Sunday and preach by the hour, and cheat all Monday, always ready with his prayer-book, but keeping a singular cash-book, wouldn’t swear, but would cheat and lie. Then, again, he showed still higher powers of pathos in describing the good spies — the old blind saint who had served God for fifty years and never found Him fail; the consumptive girl testifying of the goodness of her Saviour as the dews of death gathered on her brow. And then of all who only lived as Christians — the good wife who converted her husband by her untiring gentleness, and having supper ready even at twelve o’clock at night; the servant who, because she was religious, cleaned knives better without losing their edge; the Christian merchant; the wife who, unknown to fame, and having no time for teaching or district visiting, achieved her household work day by day.
“In fact, the whole was a wonderful display of mental vigour and Christian sense, and gave me a great idea of what good such a man may do. The impression made upon Ferrier, which he has just read over to me as he has written it to his wife, ‘is driving downright.’ He improves in look, too, a little, as he warms in preaching. At first he certainly is not interesting in face or figure — very fat and podgy; but there is no doubt of the fellow, look as he may. His voice is of rare felicity, as clear as a bell — not a syllable lost.”
Here is the sermon Dr. Tulloch heard. [Editor]
The Spies
A Sermon
(No. 197)
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, June 6, 1858, by the
REV. C. H. SPURGEON
at the Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens

“And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched unto the children of Israel, saying, The land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it are men of a great stature.” — Numbers 13:32

“And Joshua the son of Nun, and Caleb the son of Jephunneh, which were of them that searched the land, rent their clothes. And they spake unto all the company of the children of Israel, saying, The land which we passed through to search it, is an exceeding good land.” — Numbers 14:6-7

The unbelief of the children of Israel, prompted them to send spies into Canaan. God had told them that it was a good land, and he had promised to drive out their enemies, they ought therefore to have marched forward with all confidence to possess the promised heritage. Instead of this, they send twelve princes to spy out the land, and “alas, for human nature”, ten of these were faithless, and only two true to the Lord. Read over the narrative, and mark the ill effect of the lying message, and the holy boldness of the true spies.

Now I must take up my parable. The land of Canaan is a picture of religion; I do not

think it was ever intended to be a picture of heaven, for there are no Canaanites in heaven, certainly in heaven there are no sons of Anak, no giants to be driven out, no walled cities, and no kings with chariots of iron. Canaan is, however, a very excellent picture of religion. The children of Israel must stand this morning as the representatives of the great mass of mankind. The great mass of mankind never try for themselves what religion is; they neither search our sacred books, nor taste and try our religion. But this is what they do; they consider those who make a profession of religion as spies who have entered the land, and they look upon our character and our conduct as the message which we bring back to them. The ungodly man does not read his Bible in order to discover whether the religion of Christ is holy and beautiful, no, he reads the living Bible — Christ’s church — and if the church is inconsistent he condemns the Bible, though the Bible is never to be accountable for the sins of those who profess to believe it. Ungodly men of course do not come and by repentance and faith make a trial of the love of Christ; they do not enter into covenant with the Lord Jesus, or else they would soon discover that it is a good land that flows with milk and honey; but instead thereof they stand still, and they say, “Let be, let us see what these Christians make of it. Do they find it to be a happy thing? Does it succour them in their hour of trouble? Does it comfort them in the midst of their trials?” And if they find that our report is a gloomy or an unholy one, they turn aside, and they say, “It is not a good land; we will not enter into it, for its difficulties are great, but its enjoyments are few.”

Beloved brethren and friends, to put the parable as simply as I can, I am about to make

out every Christian man and woman here to be a spy who has entered into the good land of religion, and who by his conduct and conversation brings either an evil or a good report of this good land, and either moves the world to murmur at and to despise religion, or else inspires it with a holy dread of goodness, and something of a longing after a portion therein. But I shall begin with a word of caution.

In the first place I shall notice that the men of the world are not to be excused for their folly in trusting to mere report from other persons. Then secondly, I shall endeavour to describe the evil reporters, the evil spies, which are in the camp; then we will mention some good spies, who bring a good report of the land; and, in conclusion, bring a few weighty reasons to bear upon Christian men, why they should act like Caleb and Joshua, and bring up a good report of the land.
I. In the first place, then, THE UNGODLY WORLD ARE NOT TO BE EXCUSED for that, which must nevertheless be admitted to be a very natural matter, namely, that INSTEAD OF INVESTIGATING RELIGION FOR THEMSELVES, THEY USUALLY TRUST TO THE REPRESENTATION OF OTHERS.
The worldly man looks at a Christian to see whether his religion be joyful. “By this”,

says he, “shall I know whether there is that in religion which will make a man glad. If I see the professor of it with a joyous countenance, then I will believe it to be a good thing.” But hark, sir! hast thou any right to put it to that test? Is not God to be counted true, even before we have proved him? And hath he not declared himself, “Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputes not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile?” Doth not the Scripture itself declare that godliness is profitable, not only for this life, but for that which is to come — that it hath the blessing of two worlds, the blessing of this world below the sky and of that upper world above the stars? Would you not know from Scripture if you were to take the Bible and read it, that everywhere the Christian is commanded to rejoice, because it is comely for him? “Rejoice in the Lord ye righteous and shout for joy all ye that are upright in heart.” “Rejoice evermore.” “Rejoice in the Lord always and again I say, rejoice.” Remember you have no right to put the joyfulness of religion to any test short of your own experience, for you are bound to believe God on his naked word. It is not for you to stand still till you can see it to be true. It is your duty to believe your Maker when he declares that the ways of religion are pleasantness and all her paths are peace.

Again, you say you will test the holiness of Christ’s religion by the holiness of Christ’s

people. You have no right, I reply, to put the question to any such test as that. The proper test that you ought to use is to try it yourselves — to “taste and see that the Lord is good.” By tasting and seeing you will prove his goodness, and by the same process you must prove the holiness of his gospel. Your business is to seek Christ crucified for yourselves, not to take the representation of another man concerning the power of grace to subdue corruption and to sanctify the heart. Your business is yourselves to enter into its valleys end pluck its grapes; yourselves to climb its hills and see its inhabitants. Inasmuch as God has given you a Bible, he intended you to read it, and not to be content with reading men. There is his Holy Spirit; you are not to be content with feelings that rise through the conversation of others, your only power to know true religion is, by having that Spirit operating upon your own heart, that you may yourself know what is the power of religion. You have no right to judge religion from anything extra or external from itself. And if you despise it before you have tried it yourself, you must stand confessed in this world as a fool, and in the next world as a criminal.

And yet this is so with most men. If you hear a man rail at the Bible, you can usually

conclude that he never reads it. And you may be quite certain if you hear a man speak against religion, that he never knew what religion was. True religion, when once it takes possession of the heart, never allows a man to quarrel with it. That man will call Christ his best friend who knows Christ at all. We have found many who have despised the enjoyments of this world, but we never found one who turned from religion with disgust or with satiety, after having once enjoyed it. No, remember my hearers, if you take your religion from other people, and are led by the example of professors to discard religion, you are nevertheless guilty of your own blood. For God has not left you to the uncertain chart of men’s characters; he has given you his own Word; a more sure word and testimony, whereunto you do well if ye take heed. It will be in vain for you to say at the day of judgement, “Such and such a man was inconsistent, therefore I despised religion.” Your excuse will then be discovered to be idle, for you shall have to confess, that in other respects, you did not take another man’s opinion. In business, in the cares of this life, you were independent enough; in your political opinions you did not pin your faith to any man’s coat; and, therefore, it shall be said of you at last, you had enough independence of mind to steer your own course even against the example of others, in business, in politics, and such like things; you certainly had enough of mental vigour, if you had chosen to have done so, to have stood out against the inconsistency of professors, and to have searched for yourselves.

If all Christ’s church were inconsistent, so long as there is a Bible upon earth, you could have no excuse in the day of judgement; for Christ was not inconsistent, and you are not asked to follow Christ’s followers — you are asked to follow Christ himself. Until then you can find a flaw in his character, a mistake in his conduct, you have no right to fling the inconsistency of his followers in the teeth of Christ, nor to turn from him because his disciples forsake him and flee. To their own Master they stand or fall; they must bear their own burden, and you must bear yours too. “Every man shall bear his own burden”, saith Scripture, “for we must all appear before the judgement seat of Christ, to give an account for the things which we have done in the body, whether they be good, or whether they be evil” You will not be accountable for another man’s sins,

but for your own; and if another man by his sin has brought reproach upon Christ, still it shall be no excuse for you if you do not follow him wholly, in the midst of an evil generation.

II. With that, by way of caveat and guard, I shall now bring forth THE BAD SPIES.
I wish that the men mentioned in the text had been the only spies who have brought an evil report: it would have been a great mercy if the plague that killed them, had killed all the rest of the same sort; but alas! the breed, I am afraid, will never be extinct, and as long as the world endures, there will be some professors who bring up an evil report of the land. But now let me bring forth the evil spies. Remember, these spies are to be judged, not by what they say, but by what they do; for to a worldling, words are nothing — acts are everything. The reports that we bring of our religion are not the reports of the pulpit, not the reports that we utter with our lips, but the report of our daily life, speaking in our own houses, and the every day business of life.
Well, first, I produce a man who brings up an evil report of the land, and you will see

at once that he does so, for he is of a dull and heavy spirit. If he preaches, he takes this text — “Through much tribulation we must inherit the kingdom.” Somehow or other, he never mentions God’s people, without calling them God’s tried children. As for joy in the Lord, he looks upon it with suspicion. “Lord, what a wretched land is this!” is the very height of poetry to him. He could sing that always. He is always in the valley, where the mists are hovering: he never climbs the mountain’s brow, to stand above the tempests of this life. He was gloomy before be made a profession of religion — since then he has become more gloomy still. See him at home. Ask the children what they think of their father’s religion. they think they could wish their father was anything except religious. “Father will not let us laugh”, they say; “he pulls the blinds down on the Sunday; he tries to make us as dark and miserable as he can on the Sabbath day”; he thinks it his duty as a strict Sabbatarian, to make the Sabbath the greatest day of bondage out of the whole seven. Ask his wife what she thinks of religion: she says, “I do not know much about it myself, but I wish my husband were be little more cheerful.” “No, but is it his religion that makes him miserable?” “I don’t know what it is”, she says, “but I know when he is most miserable, he is generally most religious.” Hear him pray: when he is on his knees he gives a long list of his trials and troubles; but he never says at the end, “More are they that are for us than all they that are against us.” He usually dwells upon the valley of Baca, and about crying so much that he makes it a well. He never goes on to say, “They go from strength to strength, every one of them in Zion appeared before God.”

No, it is just the black part of the story. If you want to see this brother in perfection, you must see him when he is talking to a young convert. The young man is full of joy and gladness, for he has found the Saviour, and, like a young fledgling that has just taken wing, he delights to fly about in the sunshine, and chirp merrily in the joy of his faith. “Ah!” says the old Christian, “the black ox has not trodden on your toes yet; you will have more troubles than you dream of.” Old Mr. Timorous was a friend of mine: did you ever hear what he said to Christian, when he met him on his journey? I will tell you the same. “The lions; the lions! the lions!” he cries; however says “The lions are chained.” “The giants! the giants! the giants!” he exclaims. He never saith, “He carries the lambs in his bosom, and gently leads those that are with young.” He takes always the dreary side of the question, bringing up an ill report of the land. And, do you know, some of these people are so proud of their in report, that they form themselves into a little knot, and they cannot hear any preacher except his face he of an extreme length, and except he has studied the dictionary to find all the most lugubrious terms, and except he appear unto men to fast, just like the Pharisees of old. Now, I do not hesitate to say that these men are evil spies.
Far be it from us to mask the great fact that religion does entail tribulation, and that a Christian, like everybody else, must expect in this world to have trouble, for man is born to it as the sparks fly upward; but it is as false as God is true, that religion makes men miserable. So sure as God is good, his religion is good. and as God is good to all, and his tender mercies are over all his works, religion is an atmosphere in which those tender mercies play, and the sea in which his lovingkindness swims. Oh, come, ye dreary professors, take away those storm-clouds, and wreathe a few rainbows on your brow. Come, now, anoint your head and wash your face, that you appear not unto men to fast; take those harps from the willows; down with them, and now try if your unaccustomed fingers cannot make them alive with melody. And if you will not do it, and cannot do it, permit me to bear my testimony. I can say, concerning Christ’s religion, if I had to die like a dog, and had no hope whatever of immortality, if I wanted to lead a happy life, let me serve my God with all my heart; let me be a follower of Jesus and walk in his footsteps, for never was there a truer word spoken than that of Solomon, “Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.”
It is a land that flows with milk and honey; there are clusters even on earth too heavy for one man to carry; there are fruits that have been found so rich that even angel lips have never been sweetened with more luscious wine; there are joys to be had here so fair that even cates ambrosial and the nectared wine of Paradise can scarce excel the sweets of satisfaction that are to be found in the earthly banquets of the Lord.

Perhaps, however, this poor man that I have just sent off is to be pitied. Not so the next one, for he is a rascal indeed. See him! he comes forward as Mr. Meekface, making a great profession of religion. How he mouths the hymns! When he stands up to pray, with what a spiritual kind of voice he prays. Nothing carnal about his voice! He is among the Christian people a great leader. He can preach sermons by the yard. He can dissect doctrines by the hour. There is not a metaphysical point in all our theology that he does not understand,

“He can a hair divide,

Betwixt the west and north-west side.”

His understanding is, in his own opinion, infinite; and he makes very boastful pretensions to piety. Everybody says when they see him in his good frames in chapel or elsewhere, “What a dear good man he is!” You follow him to business. He will not swear, but he will lie. He won’t out-and-out rob, but he will cheat. He will not curse a man to his face, but he will do worse — he will speak ill of him behind his back. You watch him! He, if he could find a drunkard in the street, would upbraid him, and talk to him so proudly against the sin of intoxication, but he himself very seldom knows his own way upstairs to bed; only that is in a quiet way, therefore nobody sees it, and he is thought to be a very reputable member of society. Don’t you know any such people? I hope you do not; but I have met with them. There is a great stock of them still living; men that make grand professions, and their lives are as much opposed to their professions, as hell is opposed to heaven. Now what does the world say of religion when they see these people? They say at once, “Well, if this be religion, we had better have none of it.” Says the business man, “I could not do what So-and-so does, it is true, I could not sing out of his hymn book, but I could not keep his cash book.” We have known many men say; “I could not make so long a prayer as So-and-so, and could not make out my invoices in the dishonest way he does.” We have met with worldly men who are far more honest as tradesman and professional men than those who make a profession of religion. And we have known on the other hand, men who have made the greatest profession, indulging in all kinds of evil. Horrible shall he that man’s fate, who thus ruins other men’s souls by bringing up a bad report of the land.
But, oh! I beseech you, my hearers, if any of you have seen such professors, let the righteous stand out today, like Joshua and Caleb of old; let the Church stand before you and rend its garments, while it entreats you not to believe the lying and slanderous reports of such men. For, indeed, religion is holy; as Christ is holy, even so do his people desire to be holy. And the grace of God which brings salvation is pure and peaceful; it produces in men things that are holy and of good report, things that magnify God, and that make human nature appear glorious. But scarcely do I need to tell you that, in your own circle while you have met with hypocrites, you have met with men whom you could not doubt. Yes, you have sometimes seen even in your evil company, a man who was like an angel; you have felt as Satan did when Abdiel, the faithful among the faithless, stood forth, and would not turn a rebel to his God. “Abashed the devil stood, and felt how awful goodness was.” I beseech you, therefore, do not believe the bad report of the hypocrite, and the unholy man.
But there is a third class of professors who bring up a bad report of the land. And this

I am afraid will affect us all in some measure; we must all plead guilty to it. The Christian man, although he endeavours uniformly to walk according to the law of Christ, finds still another law in his members warring against the law of his mind, and consequently there are times when his witness is not consistent. Sometimes this witness is, “The gospel is holy” for he is holy himself. But, alas with the very best of men, there are times when our witness contradicts our faith. When you see an angry Christian — and such a thing may be seen — and when you meet with a Christian who is proud, and such a thing has been known, when you catch a Christian overtaken in a fault, as you may sometimes do, then his testimony is not consistent. He contradicts then what he has at other times declared by his acts.

And here, I say again, I fear that all of us must plead guilty. We have sometimes by our actions put in words which seem to conflict with the general testimony of our lives. O brothers and sisters, do not believe all that you see in us, and if sometimes you see a Christian man betrayed into a hasty or a wrong expression, do not set it down to our religion, set it down to our poor fallen humanity. If sometimes you should catch us overtaken by a fault, and we trust it shall be rarely enough you so see us, abuse us, but do not abuse our Master: say what you will concerning us, but do not, we beseech you, impute it to our religion, for saints are sinners still, and the most holy men have still to say, “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.” But we do beseech you, when the madness of sin deludes us, do not believe the maunderings of our madness, but have regard to the general testimony of our lives, and that, we trust, you will find to be consistent with the gospel of Christ. I could bear to be abused, but I should not like to have the Master abused. I would rather have it believed that I was not a Christian at all, than allow any one to say that any faults I have were caused by my religion. No, Christ is holy; the gospel is pure and spotless.

If at any time we seem to contradict that witness, do not believe us, I beseech you, but look into the matter for yourselves, for indeed it is a good land, a land which flows with milk and honey.

III. Thus I have brought forth the evil spies who bring up a bad report.

And now, thank God we have some GOOD SPIES too. But we will let them speak. Come Joshua and Caleb, we want your testimony; though you are dead and gone, you have left children behind you; and they, still grieved as you were at the evil report, rend their clothes, but they boldly stand to it that the land they have passed through is an exceeding good land. One of the best spies I have ever met with is an aged Christian. I remember to have heard him stand up and tell what he thought of religion. He was a blind old man, who for twenty years had not seen the light of the sun. His grey locks hung from his brow and floated over his shoulders. He stood up at the table of the Lord, and thus addressed us: “Brethren and sisters, I shall soon be taken from you; in a few more months I shall gather up my feet upon my bed, and sleep with my fathers. I have not the tongue of the learned nor the mind of the eloquent but I desire before I go, to bear one public testimony to my God. Fifty and six years have I served him, and I have never found him once unfaithful. I can say ‘Surely goodness and mercy have followed us all the days of my life, and not one good thing has failed of all the Lord God has promised.’” And there stood that old man, tottering into his tomb, deprived of the light of heaven naturally, and yet having the light of heaven in a better

sense shining into his soul; and though he could not look upon us, yet did he turn himself, and seemed to say, “Young people, trust God in early life, for I have not to regret that I sought him too soon. I have only to mourn that so many of my years ran to waste.”
There is nothing that more tends to strengthen the faith of the young believer than to hear the veteran Christian, covered with scars from the battle testifying that the service of his Master is a happy service, and that if he could have served any other master he would not have done so, for his service was pleasant and his wages everlasting joy. Take the testimony of the sufferer. “Behold that fragile form of delicate transparent beauty, whose light-blue eye and hectic cheek are lit by the bale-fires of decline, all droopingly she lies, as a dew-laden lily, her flaxen tresses, rashly luxuriant, dank with unhealthy moisture.” I have seen her when her eyes were sunk, when she could scarce be lifted out of the bed, when the frame was wearied of life; and I have seen her quite complacent, as she took her Bible from beneath her pillow and read, “Yea, though I pass through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table for me in the presence of mine enemies.” I have sat down and spoken to her, and have said to her, “Well, you have been in this sad place these many months. Do you find religion cheers you now?” “Oh, Sir”, she has said, “what could I do without it? I cannot leave this bed; but it has been to me a couch of joy, where Christ has spread a banquet. He has made my bed in all my sickness. He has put his left hand under my head, and his right hand has embraced me; he has given me joy in my sorrows, and has prepared me to face death with a calm and unflinching countenance.” Such a case bears witness to the Master. Like that of the gray-headed saint, it is an excellent report of this good land.
But we need not look to sick beds and to grey heads, as the only witness. We know a

Christian merchant; he is immersed in the cares of this life, and yet he always finds time to prepare for a world that is to come. He has as much business as any man in the city, and yet family prayer is never neglected. And perhaps you find him serving the office of civic magistrate — as was the case in one instance — and yet even on the day of banquet, he rises from his chair, in order that family worship may still be kept up in his house. He is known in business as one who is willing to help little tradesmen. He likes good securities, as other people do; but he will sometimes run a risk to help a rising man. When you go to him, you find him a sharp man of business, he is not to be taken in; but at the same time you will find him a man that will not take you in. You may trust him. Whatever the transaction may be, you have no need to look over the invoice if he has had anything to do with it. There will be no mistake there; or if there be a mistake, it will be palpably a mistake, and immediately confessed with the greatest possible sorrow, for he is upright in his dealings. There has come sometimes in his case an unhappy crisis, and when houses were tumbling, and bankrupts were as common as leaves on the trees he was not disturbed and distracted like other men, for his confidence was in his God, and his trust in the God of Jacob. He had some anxiety, but he had more faith. and when his prosperity returned to him, he dedicated part of his substance unto the Lord, not in a noisy way, so that it might appear in a report that So-and-so gave a hundred a year to a society, but he gave five hundred and nobody knew of it. Men said of him in the Exchange and in the Market, “If there is a Christian, it is that man.” When they saw him, they said, “There is something in religion. We have watched him; we have never found him trip or turn aside. We have always found him the same upright character, fearing his God, and fearing no man.” Such a man brings up a good report of the land. I may talk here Sunday after Sunday, and every day in the week elsewhere, but I cannot preach in so forcible a way as you can, who by your actions are preaching to the world. Ah! and I cannot preach so well as those who are servants, who by their holy action in the midst of trial and difficulty have an opportunity to show what grace can do in the heart.

Those are good spies who bring up a good report of the land. And, my sisters, let me say a word to you. It is possible for you, too, to bring up a good report; not by neglecting your households in order to attend to visiting societies. Let visiting societies be attended to. God be thanked for them, for they are among the best institutions of our times. But I have known some people who would have been a great deal better employed in scrubbing their dressers, and seeing their servants wash up the tea things, than going out visiting the sick from house to house; for their house has run to riot, and their families have been quite out of order, because the wife, like a foolish woman, was plucking everything down at home, while trying to do good abroad. We have known many true sisters of mercy, who are really blessed among women, and God shall bless them abundantly. We have known others who very seldom go out visiting the sick, but they are at home ordering their household. We have known an ungodly husband converted by a godly wife. I remember to have heard an instance of a man who had a wife of so excellent a disposition, that though he was a worldly, gay man, he used to boast in his gay company that he had got the best wife on earth. Said he, “You cannot put her into a passion. I go home late at night, in all sorts of trim, but she always receives me meekly, and I feel ashamed of myself every time I see her, for her holiness rebukes me. You may put her to any test you like, you will find her the best of women.” “Well”, said they, “let us all go to supper with you tonight.” They did. In they rushed. She did not hint there was nothing in the house, though there was very little; but she and her maid set to with all their might, although it was past twelve o’clock, and very soon had supper, and she waited on them with all the grace of a duchess, seeming as glad to see them as if they were her friends, and had come at the most opportune time. And they began to tell how it was they had come, and asked her how it was she could bear it so patiently. She said, “God has given me a husband. I was not converted before I was married, but ever since I was converted, my first endeavour has been to bring my husband to know Jesus. and I am sure”, said she, “he will never be brought to do so except by kindness.”

Her husband, through these words, after the company had gone, confessed how wrong he had acted towards her; his heart was touched; next Sabbath he went to the house of God with her, and they became a happy couple, rejoicing in the Lord Jesus Christ with all their hearts. She was a good spy, and brought a good report of the land. I doubt not there are many women whose names will never be heard of on earth who will receive the Master’s commendation at last, “She hath done what she could”; and when you have done what you can for Christ, by holy, patient, quiet meekness, you are good spies; you have brought a good report of the land.

And you servants, you can do the same. A religious servant girl ought to be the best servant anywhere. A religious shoeblack ought to black shoes better than anybody else. If there be a religious man who is set to clean knives, he ought to take care that he does not take the edge off. You know the negroes’ piety in America is such, that a religious negro is worth many dollars more than another and always sells well; so that the masters like them to get religious because they are the men that do not rebel, but submit meekly and patiently, and the men who, finding themselves slaves, much as they may hate their position, yet regard one to be their master who is higher than all, and “not with eye service as men pleasers, but with singleness of heart”, they endeavour to serve God.
IV. And now I want to press with all my might upon every professing Christian here, THE GREAT NECESSITY OF BRINGING OUT A UNIFORMLY GOOD TESTIMONY CONCERNING RELIGION.
Brethren, I feel persuaded if Christ were here today, there are some of us who love him so well that we would turn our own cheek to the smiter, rather than he should be smitten. One of Napoleon’s officers loved him so well that when a cannon ball was likely to smite the emperor, he threw himself in the way, in order that he might die as a sacrifice for his master. O Christian, you would do the same, I think. If Christ were here, you would run between him and insult, yes, between him and death. Well, then, I am sure you would not wantonly expose Christ; but remember, every unguarded word you use, every inconsistent act puts a slur on Christ. The world, you know, does not find fault with you — they lay it all to your Master. If you make a slip to-morrow they will not say, “That is John Smith’s human nature”; they will say, “That is John Smith’s religion.” They know better, but they will be sure to say it; they will be sure they put all the mischief at the door of Christ. Now, if you could bear the blame yourself you might bear it manfully; but do not allow Christ to bear the blame — do not suffer his escutcheon to be tarnished — do not permit his banner to be trampled in the dust.
Then there is another consideration. You must remember, if you do wrong the world

will be quite sure to notice you. The world carries two bags: in the bag at the back they put all the Christian’s virtues — in the bag in front they put all our mistakes and sins. They never think of looking at the virtues of holy men; all the courage of martyrs and all the fidelity of confessors, and all the holiness of saints, is nothing to them; but our iniquities are ever before them. Please to recollect, that wherever you are as a Christian, the eyes of the world are upon you; the Argus eyes of an evil generation follow you everywhere. If a church is blind the world is not. It is a common proverb, “As sound asleep as a church”, and a very true one, for most churches are sound asleep; but it would be a great falsehood if anyone were to say, “As sound asleep as the world”, for the world is never asleep. Sleeping is left to the church.

And remember, too, that the world always wears magnifying glasses to look at Christians’ faults. If a man trips who makes no profession, oh! it is nothing — you never hear of it; let a minister do it, let a Christian professor do it, and then comes out the magnifying glass. It is nothing in anybody else, but it is a great sin in us. There are two codes of morality in the world, and it is very right there should be. If we make profession to be God’s children, and to have God’s grace in our hearts, it is no more wrong in the world to expect more of us than of others than it is for a gardener to expect his plants to grow more quickly on a hotbed and under a glass-shade than he would out of doors in the cold frost. If we have more privileges, and more culture, and make more profession, we ought to live up to them, and the world is quite right in expecting us to do so.
There is another consideration I must offer you before I have done. Recollect if you do

not bring a good testimony for your religion, an evil testimony will defeat a great deal of good. All the saints in a church but one may be faithful to Christ, and the world will not honour the church for it; but let one professor in that church turn aside to sin, and you will hear of it for many a day. It is even so in nature. Take the days in the year. The sun rises and shines upon us, and we do not note it; all things continue as they were: the stars smile sweetly by night, and the day and night roll on in quiet: but there comes one day, a day of thunder and lightning, a day of earthquake and storm, and it is put on the rolls of our history that such-and-such a remarkable day occurred at such-and-such a time. Why not note the good day? But so it is. The world will only note the evil. You may cross through a country, and you will notice a hundred fair rivers, like silver streams threaded with emeralds running through the pastures, who hears the sound of their waters, as they flow gently to the sea? But there is one precipitous rock, and a waterfall dashes there; you may hear that half a mile off. We never hear anything about the river St. Lawrence, in all its lengths and breadths, it is only the falls of Niagara that we hear of. And so the Christian may flow on in a steady course of life, unseen, unheard; but you are sure to hear of him, if he makes a fall. Be watchful, therefore; your Master cometh. Be watchful: the enemy is at hand even now. Oh, may the Holy Spirit sanctify you wholly, that you may abound in every good work, to the glory of God!

As for you who don’t fear God, remember, if Christians do sin, that shall not be an excuse for you. Suppose a man you are dealing with says to you, “I cheated you, but I did not make any profession of being honest.” You would tell him he was a confirmed rogue. Or if a man were taken before a magistrate, and were to say, “You need not put me in a prison, I never made a profession of being anything but a thief. I never said I would not break into people’s chambers and get at their plate baskets!” The magistrate would say, “You speak honestly, but you are by your own confession a great rogue, and I will transport you for life, and you shall never have a ticket of leave.” It will be of no use for you at the last day, to say that you never made a profession of wanting to go to heaven or to escape hell, of leaving sin and trusting in Christ. If you never made a profession of serving God, you may rest assured he will have short work with you. You have made no profession. Oh, there is no judgement required. Depart! You make no profession of loving me, and now you shall have no possession of my glory. Depart, accursed, into everlasting fire. May the Lord deliver us from that, for Jesus’ sake!
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On the day of National Humiliation on account of the Indian Mutiny, Mr. Spurgeon preached in the Crystal Palace to a congregation of 23,654 persons, counted in at the turnstiles, and up to that date the assembly was described as “the largest ever addressed by a preacher of the gospel in Europe or the world” — which was perhaps true. The trains began to run at half-past seven in the morning, and by noon the immense congregation was ready for the preacher. The collection amounted to £675, including £200 from the Crystal Palace Company, and was “not far short of all the other collections in London put together.” The text was from Micah, sixth chapter, and ninth verse: “ Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.” The service was acknowledged to be the most memorable thing in connection with the observance of the day, but, of course, there was the usual bout of criticism.
Three interesting incidents may be mentioned —
“Seated near the pulpit”, writes one who was present, “ I observed Mrs. Spurgeon take her place just before her husband appeared, and that she was visibly affected by the mighty concourse of souls, all with upturned faces, and fixed gaze upon one man, and all about to be thrilled to the core by that man’s impassioned appeals to them to be saved alive. While Mrs. Spurgeon was concealing her emotion as best she might, I saw the pastor beckon far off with his forefinger to one of the deacons, a stout, grey-

haired man of rubicund complexion, and with a defect in one eye. He was in very glossy black, which was the orthodox dissenting uniform in those far-off days, and walked with a limp which made his progress up the pulpit, or rather platform, steps tantalisingly slow. Some brief, but evidently important, instruction was at last whispered by Mr. Spurgeon in the lame man’s ear, and twenty-five thousand people were agog with curiosity to know what this could possibly be at such a time, when the

whole vast place was quivering with anticipated and suppressed emotional excitement. I happened to be seated so near Mrs. Spurgeon that when the worthy deacon ‘made for her’, in his crab-like, ponderous way, it was unavoidable that I, at least, one of the vast and silent crowd of expectants, should hear what had delayed the pastor, and what the urgent matter was which he had at such a critical moment to communicate. In a hoarse whisper I heard this: ‘Mr. Spurgeon says, please will you change your seat, so that he will not be able to see you.” It was doubtless Mrs. Spurgeon’s emotion that made him nervous, and the lady immediately moved to another seat not visible from the preacher’s place.”
The second incident in connection with the service happened some days previous to it, when Mr. Spurgeon went to the Crystal Palace to try the acoustics of the place. Having to say something, he said something worth saying — “ Behold the Lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world.” A workman busy in one of the galleries heard the words, that seemed to come to him from heaven, and, smitten with conviction of sin, he put down his tools and went home, nor did he rest until he was able to rejoice in Christ as his Saviour.
The third incident has a psychological interest. Though Mr. Spurgeon was not conscious of any special strain at the time, he went to sleep that Wednesday night and did not awake until Friday morning!
The turn of the tide in Mr. Spurgeon’s favour is marked by a letter which appeared in The Times on April 13, 1857, supported by a laudatory leading article, both probably written by the same hand, and that hand not unfamiliar with the Editor’s writing-table. The Times in those days was the mirror of public opinion, and its utterance is therefore

the more notable. Apart from its biographical interest, the letter is worth transcribing for its literary flavour. It was entitled “Preaching and Preaching” —

“ Sir,
“ One Sunday morning about a month ago my wife said, ‘Let us send the children to St. Margaret’s to hear the Archbishop of preach on behalf of the Society for Aged Ecclesiastical Cripples, which is to celebrate today its three hundredth anniversary.’ So the children went, though the parents, for reasons immaterial to mention, could not

go with them. ‘Well, children, how did you like the Archbishop of ___, and what did he say about “the Aged Ecclesiastical Cripples”? Here the children — for it was during their dinner — attacked their food with great voracity, but never a word could we get out of their mouths about the spiritual feast of which they had just partaken. No! not even the text could they bring out. The more they were pressed the more they blushed, and hung their heads over their plates, until at last, in a rage, I accused them of having fallen asleep during the service. This charge threw my first-born on his defence, and he sobbed out the truth, for by this time their eyes were full of tears. ‘Why, papa! we can’t say what the Archbishop said, because we could not hear a word he said. He is

very old and has got no teeth; and, do you know, I don’t think he has got any tongue either, for, though we saw his lips moving, we could not hear a single word.’ On this I said no more, but I thought a good deal of ‘the Aged Ecclesiastical Cripples’ and their venerable advocate, and, being something of a philologist, I indulged in dreamy speculations on the possibility of an alphabet composed entirely of labials; and if my wife had not roused me by some mere matter-of-fact question, I almost think I should

have given my reflections to the world in the shape of a small pamphlet entitled ‘The Language of Labials; or, How to Preach Sermons without the Aid of either Tongue or Teeth; published for the benefit of the Society of Aged Ecclesiastical Cripples, and dedicated, of course by permission, to the Archbishop.’

“Now listen to another story. A friend of mine, a Scotch Presbyterian, comes up to town and says, ‘I want to hear Spurgeon; let us go.’ Now, I am supposed to be a High Churchman, so I answered, ‘ What, go and hear a Calvinist — a Baptist — a man

who ought to be ashamed of himself for being so near the Church and yet not within its pale!’ ‘Never mind, come and hear him.’ Well, we went yesterday morning to the Music Hall in the Surrey Gardens. At first I felt a strange sensation of wrongdoing. It was something like going to a morning theatrical performance on Sunday; nor did a terrific gust of wind which sent the ‘Arctic Regions’, erected out of lathes and pasteboard, in a style regardless of expense, flying across the water of the lake, tend to cheer a mind depressed by the novelty of the scene. Fancy a congregation consisting of ten thousand souls streaming into the hall, mounting the galleries, mumming, buzzing, and swarming — a mighty hive of bees, eager to secure at first the best places, and at last any place at all. After waiting more than half an hour — for, if you wish to have a seat, you must be there at least that space of time in advance — Mr. Spurgeon ascended the tribune. To the hum and rush and trampling of men succeeded a low, concentrated thrill and murmur of devotion, which seemed to run at once like an electric current through the breath of every one present, and by this magnetic chain the preacher held us fast bound for about two hours. It is not my purpose to give a summary of his discourse. It is enough to say of his voice that its power and volume are sufficient to reach every one in that vast assembly; of his language, that it is neither high-flown nor homely; of his style, that it is at times familiar, at times declamatory, but always happy and often eloquent; of his doctrine, that neither the Calvinist nor the Baptist appear in the forefront of the battle which is waged by Mr. Spurgeon with relentless animosity, and with gospel weapons, against irreligion, cant, hypocrisy, pride, and those secret bosom sins which so easily beset a man in daily life; and, to sum up all in a word, it is enough to say of the man himself that he impresses you with a perfect conviction of his sincerity.

“But I have not written so much about my children’s need of spiritual food when they listened to the mumbling of the Archbishop of, and my own banquet at the Surrey Gardens, without a desire to draw a practical conclusion from these two stories, and to point them by a moral. Here is a man not more Calvinistic than many an incumbent of the Established Church, who ‘mumbles and mumbles’, as old Latimer says, over his liturgy and text. Here is a man who says the complete immersion, or something of the kind, of adults is necessary to baptism. These are his faults of doctrine, but if I were the examining chaplain of the Archbishop of ___, I would say, ‘May it please your Grace, here is a man able to preach eloquently, able to fill the largest church in England with his voice; and, what is more to the purpose, with people. And may it please your Grace, here are two churches in this metropolis, St. Paul’s and Westminster Abbey. What does your Grace think of inviting Mr. Spurgeon, this heretical Calvinist and Baptist, who is able to draw ten thousand souls after him, just to try his voice, some Sunday morning, in the nave of either of these churches? At any rate, I will answer for one thing, that if he preaches in Westminster Abbey, we shall not have a repetition of the disgraceful practice now common in that church, of having the sermon before the anthem, in order that those who would quit the church when the arid sermon begins, may be forced to stay it out for the sake of the music which follows it.’
“But I am not, I am sorry to say, examining chaplain of the Archbishop of , so I can only send you this letter from the devotional desert in which I reside, and sign myself,
“Habitans in Sicco.” (“Dwelling in a dry place”)
Broad Phylactery,
Westminster.
In a leading article, the question is asked concerning the Establishment —
“How is it, then, that the Church never has a monster preacher? The reason is that a loud voice requires its proper material to exert itself upon. The voice is notoriously the most sympathetic thing in nature. It cannot be loud and soft indiscriminately. Some things are made to be shouted, and others to be whispered. Nobody shouts out an axiom in mathematics; nobody balances probabilities in thunder — Nemo consilium cum clamore dat. (“Nobody gives advice with shouting”) There must be a strong feeling, some bold truth, to make a man shout. In religion, there must be something extravagant in the way of doctrine. The doctrine of conversion or of irresistible grace can be shouted, but if a man tried ever so hard to shout in delivering a moderate and sensible doctrine on freewill he would find himself talking quietly in spite of himself. It

admits of question whether a little extravagance and a little one-sidedness might not be tolerated for the sake of a good, substantial, natural, telling appeal to the human heart.”

This appeal to the human heart at the Music Hall drew together the crowds for three years. “Spurgeon’s eloquence was not the eloquence of literary vanity, but the eloquence of moral power.” There were, of course, ebbs and flows in the congregation,

especially towards Christmas time, but the numbers at the end were as great as at the beginning. The end came because the proprietors of the place proposed to open the Hall for Sunday evening concerts. Their purpose was frustrated at first by the plain intimation that if they did it, Mr. Spurgeon would withdraw, and as the fee for the Sunday morning service was probably the only thing that kept them from bankruptcy they desisted. But at length the announcement was made that the Gardens would be

opened on December 18, 1859, so Mr. Spurgeon preached his last sermon there on the previous Sunday morning, December 11.
At the commencement of the Service, Mr. SPURGEON said:
“The service of this morning will partake very much of the character of a farewell discourse and a farewell meeting. However sorrowful it is to me to part with many of you, whose faces I have so long seen in the throng of my hearers, yet for Christ’s sake, for the sake of consistency and truth, we are compelled to withdraw from this place, and on next Sabbath morning hope to worship God in Exeter Hall. On two occasions before, as our friends are aware, it was proposed to open this place in the evening, and I was then able to prevent it by the simple declaration, that if so I should withdraw. That declaration suffices not at this time; and you can therefore perceive that I should be a craven to the truth, that I should be inconsistent with my own declarations, that in fact, my name would cease to be SPURGEON, if I yielded. I neither can nor will give way in anything in which I know I am right; and in the defence of God’s holy Sabbath, the cry of this day is, ‘Arise, let us go hence!’”
The Sunday concerts did not prosper, the income from the Sunday services was lost, and in trying to make the best of both worlds they gained neither, becoming bankrupt soon afterwards. The site of the gardens has long since been disposed of for building purposes, and is now covered with houses. The Music Hall was destroyed by fire. One of Mr. Spurgeon’s latest acts was to open “The Surrey Gardens Memorial Hall” near the spot, and there an encouraging mission work is today being carried forward.
The year before, both Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s Cathedral had been thrown open for popular services.

CHAPTER 6
THE ROMANTIC YEARS
1854-1867

Mr. Spurgeon was able truthfully to boast that the doctrines of grace that he preached at the beginning of his ministry he preached to the end. But he would have admitted freely that with the years there was a change in emphasis and a development of style.

Indeed, in the preface to the volume of his sermons for 1855 he draws attention to the fact that during that year he gave more place to the subject of the Second Coming of Christ than before, and he preached the doctrine consistently during the rest of his life,

though he gave less place to it in later years, and never at any time committed himself to any theory of the order of events.

A friendly critic once suggested to him that the sermons preached between 1860 and 1867 were not on the high level of the earlier or later ones. “ Yes, it may be so”, he answered. The reason is obvious; during the earlier years he was addressing the crowd, later he spoke to congregations as crowded as before, but largely to interested and converted people, and the dashing eloquence of the initial years gradually gave place to the mellower and more placid style which characterised his last quarter of a century. The years between were perhaps scarcely as effective.
But those earlier years, including the years of the transition, were full of romance. The period is quite easily marked off; it began with the London ministry, for which the previous years had been the preparation, and ended with the great services in the Agricultural Hall, Islington, from March 24 to April 21, 1867, held during the renovation of the Tabernacle. These were the fourteen romantic years.
It may be recorded here that those services in the Agricultural Hall were each attended by some twenty thousand people. Apart from the solitary gathering in the Crystal Palace, they were the largest crowds he ever addressed. Drawn from all parts of the metropolis, they enabled the preacher to lay hold of a new constituency, and consolidated his influence in the city. He used to recall that a musician, testing his voice in the Tabernacle and in the Agricultural Hall, found that it was a tone and a half higher in the larger building — naturally and insensibly he had adjusted his speech to the wider range. It may also be noted that Dwight Lyman Moody, visiting London at the time, heard Spurgeon in this Hall, little dreaming that he himself would one day preach in the same building, though, owing to a difference in the seating arrangements, his audiences were scarcely so large.