once? And even the Prime Minister, "and those who sit in
council with him," with just a hint of extra commendation
if it happened to be Mr Gladstone. The minister of Knox
Church, Elgin, Ontario, Canada, kept his eye on them all.
Remote as he was, and concerned with affairs of which
they could know little, his sphere of duty could never
revolve too far westward to embrace them, nor could his
influence, under any circumstances, cease to be at their
disposal. It was noted by some that after Mr Drummond
had got his D.D. from an American University he also
prayed occasionally for the President of the neighbouring
republic; but this was rebutted by others, who pointed
out that it happened only on the occurrence of
assassinations, and held it reasonable enough. The
cavillers mostly belonged to the congregation of St
Andrew's, "Established"--a glum, old-fashioned lot
indeed--who now and then dropped in of a Sunday evening
to hear Mr Drummond preach. (There wasn't much to be said
for the preaching at St Andrew's.) The Established folk
went on calling the minister of Knox Church "Mr" Drummond
long after he was "Doctor" to his own congregation, on
account of what they chose to consider the dubious source
of the dignity; but the Knox Church people had their own
theory to explain this hypercriticism. and would promptly
turn the conversation to the merits of the sermon.

Twenty-five years it was, in point, this Monday morning
when the Doctor--not being Established we need not
hesitate, besides by this time nobody did--stood with Mr
Murchison in the store door and talked about having seen