There isn't a young fellow that walks these streets, whether the son of clergyman or beggar, who is not free to go to that man's house every evening and have the run of his rooms and his books.

And Toyner and his wife will sit down and play cards with them; or they'll get in a lot of girls, and have a dance, or theatricals,--the thin end of the wedge, you know, the thin end of the wedge! And all the young men go to his house, except a few that we've got in our Christian Association." The speaker was stricter in his views than I saw cause to be; but then, I knew something of his life; he was giving it day by day to save the men of whom he was talking.

He had a better right than I to know what was best for them.
"When you have a thorough-going man of the world," he said, "every one knows what that means, and there's not so much harm done.

But this Mr.
Toyner is always talking about God, and using his influence to make people pray to God.

Such men are not ready to pray until they are prepared to give up the world! The God that he tells them of is a fiction of his imagination; indeed, I might say a mere creature of his fancy, who is going to save all men in the end, whatever they do!" "A Universalist!" "Oh, worse than that--at least, I have read the books of Universalists who, though their error was great, did not appear to me so far astray.