[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] had gone into the
country to preach a harvest sermon for a brother clergyman on a week evening. His man was driving me to the station on the following morning and, wishing to pay me a compliment, said : "I wasn't at the service rnysell last night, but I heerd three or four o' the boys talkin' and they said what ye had a quare sthrong (very strong) voice for so thin a man." Talking of harvest sermons reminds me that a brother cleric once delivered a harvest sermon in a certain parish church. The rector of the parish, whilst visiting parishioners immediately after, asked them how they liked the strange clergyman. The question was put to one old lady who was a notorious sermon taster. She replied with much enthusiasm : "Oh, your reverence, yon was a powerful speaker ; oh ! he was powerful—powerful. Do you know this, your reverence ? I was sitting in the fourteenth pew from the pulpit and I felt his spittle in my face."—I am, Sir, &c.,
ULSTER CLERGY MAN. ULSTER CLERGY MAN.
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