admission into that institution-the sight of which I owe to the kindness of the Rev. W. Farrer, LL.B., Secretary of New College, London. The paper on the History of the Fish-Street Church must be read, in connection with the Memoirs of the Pastors (especially in the case of Mr. Lambert and Mr. Stratten), to gain a correct estimate of their life-work. Mr. Gilbert and Mr. Bowman are better known as pastors of other churches: only brief sketches are therefore given of them here. That of Mr. Gilbert is abridged from the memoir by his widow. That of Mr. Bowman from an able obituary in the West-Riding Congregational Register for 1868. Two of the previous pastors of Fish-Street-the Rev. Joseph Fox and the Rev. Edward Jukes-still (may they long!) survive. HULL, May 28th, 1869. G. T. COSTER. MEMOIR OF THE REV. GEORGE LAMBERT. CHAPTER I.-BEGINNING LIFE. HE REV. GEORGE LAMBERT was born at parents. They were members of the Church of England, to wh. ch they were ardently attached. His mother, a pious woman, sought to impress her son with a sense of the omnipresence and majesty of God. An ailing constitution held him back in childhood from the ordinary sports of children, and he found his chief pleasure in reading, and in amusing himself in his father's garden. About nine years old he was attacked by small-pox, and with such violence that the apothecary declared that recovery was hopeless. The impressions produced by this illness, and by a violent thunderstorm soon afterwards, when fear drove him to his knees in fervent prayer, speedily passed away. When he left home for business, (apparently for that of a chemist,) and was no longer beneath the fond, pious guidance of his mother's eye, prayer was discontinued, Sunday became a day for visiting, and he fell into courses of frivolous, though preserved from gross and scandalous sin. At seventeen B years old, brought very low by a nervous fever, he was ordered into the country for his health. In a few weeks, restored, he returned to London, and called to see an intimate friend. To his astonishment, his friend was dead; and, that day week, had been carried to the grave. Sleeping conscience was aroused. He had been spared; he, so ungrateful, so sinful, had been brought back from languishing to health, while his friend, younger than himself, had been smitten with death. Such sorrowful anxiety possessed him that he could find no rest day or night. He feared to sleep lest he should awake among the lost ;-and of whom to seek direction he knew not. But he determined to walk a new path in life. He became a pattern of regularity in the performance of religious duty. "Ignorant of God's righteousness," he sought to establish his own; and, in his Pharisaic gratitude, he thanked God that he was not as other men were. He prayed three times a day; read "The Whole Duty of Man," and kindred books; and, mistakenly, deemed Heaven secure. After a time, however, he was led to reflect more closely on his former course of life, and to the conviction that the most zealous performance of duty is no satisfaction in God's eye for former neglect of it. He partook of the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper, but without securing the comfort he needed. The sinful past was ever before him, and the fear of death kept him in constant alarm. The Scriptures were read; but the design and efficacy of the Saviour's death were not understood. But about this time Mr. Hervey's Dialogues were published in parts; and the reading of them was to his much spiritual enlightenment. His attention was also called to the faithful saying of the apostle John, "The blood of |