Two years ago nothing would have induced me to go to Milton.

Today it seems perfectly clear that the Lord says to me "Go." You know my natural inclination is toward a quiet, scholarly pastorate.
Well, Milton is, as you know, a noisy, dirty, manufacturing town, full of working men, cursed with saloons, and black with coal smoke and unwashed humanity.

The church is quite strong in membership.

The Year Book gives it five hundred members last year, and it is composed almost entirely of the leading families in the place.

What I can do in such a church remains to be seen.