The Sword and the trowel . of the work that Christians W. EVANS HURNDALL IN EAST LOMDON. 17 are carrying on to allow of our taking despairing views of the situa-tion. But while we do not anticipate a repetition in London of theFrench Eevolution, and while we regard the Whitechapel murderer as aghoulish phenomenon which will not repeat itself once in a century, thevictims of the nocturnal adventurer are representatives of a class theexistence of which ought to alarm us on account of its numbers. Towrite as some do, as if the entire East-End were given over to evil, oras if the mysterious murder
The Sword and the trowel . of the work that Christians W. EVANS HURNDALL IN EAST LOMDON. 17 are carrying on to allow of our taking despairing views of the situa-tion. But while we do not anticipate a repetition in London of theFrench Eevolution, and while we regard the Whitechapel murderer as aghoulish phenomenon which will not repeat itself once in a century, thevictims of the nocturnal adventurer are representatives of a class theexistence of which ought to alarm us on account of its numbers. Towrite as some do, as if the entire East-End were given over to evil, oras if the mysterious murderer were a fair sample of its population, isabsurd. At the same time, it were folly to shut our eyes to the fact,that there is in our midst an evil power which will undermine the veryfoundations of society, unless it be overcome. Having recently given some articles on the far-reaching work ofthe most popular Baptist pastor at the East-End of London, we wouldnow direct attention to the invaluable services of Mr. Browns near. EMIGRANTS SENT TO CANADA BY ME. HURNDALL. neighbour, W. Evans Hurndall, , who belongs to the Congrega-tional denomination. Like Mr. Brown, Mr. Hurndall is the director ofa great and comprehensive Mission, as well as the pastor of a preaching of the Sabbath is followed up by earnest labour amongthe people during the six days of the week. He did not build for him-self a Tabernacle. After serving for a time elsewhere, he lighted uponthe spacious old chapel in Harley Street, Bow Eoad, whose first pastor,in the days of William IV., was the eloquent brother of James Parsons,of York. When Mr. Hurndall first appeared on the scene, twelve yearsago, the outlook was of that melancholy kind which is peculiarlvcharacteristic of chapels which have had their day. If the buildinghad ever been crowded at all, it must have been with cobwebs andempty seats. To build up a church, and attract a congregation, was anachievement which grandly testifies to the power of
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