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THE REV. DR MACGREGOR.

TO THE EDITOR.

Sir,—l went to Knox Church to hear this " distinguished divine ” lecture or preach on •The Resurrection.’ What Cicero said of Plato’s dialogue on the soul, I may record of myself. It was a pleasant dream, dissipated by the first breath of reality. The minieter of St. Cuthbert’s, Edinburgh, has surrendered the metaphysical argument for the resurrection, and places it entirely on a physical basis. He is an admirer of the Dean of Peterborough, and, like Canon Liddon, makes the resurrection the keystone of the Christian arch. Remove that, and the whole fabric of imposture collapses, Now, this is really resting the proof of our religion upon an accidental phenomenon—upon external history, and surrendering the citadel to the foe. From Plato to Butler, all Christian apologists base their arguments upon the essential nature—the moral constitution and religious aspirations of humanity. However, all this in the hands of Dr Macgregor is “twaddle.” He accepts the fact of the resurrection as unique, and a matter of pure faith. We had no argument at all, but abundance of hackneyed platitudes and antiquated sophistries, mingled with personal and national adulation.

Porridge and the catechism, according to Dr Macgregor, made Scotland what she is, There is a third factor in the formation of Scottish character which he evidently overlooked, and which I may bring to his recollection—to wit, whisky. Porridge, catechism, and the mountain dew have clarified the brains of Scotchmen above those of Englishmen, who dabble in parrotprayers, roast beef, and gin. He is a sort of old-fashioned preacher, diminutive in stature, with a strong Perthshire accent or nasal intonation. He is neither a pleasing nor a persuasive speaker. He has, indeed, no wild gesticulation; but he is totally devoid of pith or fire or pathos. He wears a sort of surplice behind his gown ; and, indeed, he hopes to see the day when Presbyterianism, like Anglicanism and Romanism, shall specially celebrate Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter, Dr Maogregor has a small head, but sharp features; he has, also, a certain tact of arresting attention, But all throughout the sermon or lecture is surcharged with sentimentality and common-place platitudes. It is neither doctrinal nor didactical; neither dogmatical nor argumentative; neither rhetorical nor oratorical. One leaves with a certain dissatisfied feeling of disappointment.—l am, etc., J. G. S. Grant. Dunedin, July 5.

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THE REV. DR MACGREGOR., Evening Star, Issue 7953, 8 July 1889

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THE REV. DR MACGREGOR. Evening Star, Issue 7953, 8 July 1889

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