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"Then we'll go to the Lords' House I don't mean to meetin' house, though we must go there too, and hear Me Neil and Chalmers, and them sort o' cattle; but I mean the house where the nobles meet, pick out the big bugs, and see what sort o' stuff they are made of. Let's take minister with us he is a great judge of these things.
With a sudden gesture Chalmers caught the ends of the table and jerked it back. There in Brigham's lap were two cards. "I thought so!" exclaimed Chalmers. "You dirty little cheat! I've been watching you." The boy looked piteously at Chalmers' sneering face, at the faces of the others. The tears rolled down his cheeks. "For God's sake, boys," he moaned, "don't be hard on me. I was desperate.
Graham, the Commissioner of Excise; and have sent a sheetful of poetry besides. CIV. To Miss CHALMERS, EDINBURGH. ELLISLAND, NEAR DUMFRIES, Sept. 16th, 1788. Where are you? and how are you? and is Lady Mackenzie recovering her health? for I have had but one solitary letter from you. I will not think you have forgot me, Madam and, for my part,
He has taken the thorns and briars of scholastic divinity, and garlanded them with the flowers of modern literature. He has done all this, relying on the strength of a remarkably fine person and manner, and through that he has succeeded otherwise he would have perished miserably. Dr. Chalmers is not by any means so good a looking man, nor so accomplished a speaker as Mr.
"I wonder why Thérèse has locked her door?" Miss Clifford remarked wonderingly when Aline had disappeared into her mistress's bedroom. "She doesn't usually.... Listen, Roger, was that a car outside?" Two minutes later Chalmers, with an air of relief, announced: "Dr. Bousquet, sir." "Bonsoir, Madame! Bonsoir, Monsieur! I hope I have not kept you long. I came as quickly as I could.
How nobly and how truly has Chalmers said: "'What inference shall we draw from this remarkable law in Nature that there is nothing waste and nothing meaningless in the feelings and faculties wherewith living creatures are endowed? For each desire there is a counterpart object; for each faculty there is room and opportunity for exercise either in the present or the coming futurity.
"Probably," they say, "he has fallen in a duel." But there are fits of melancholia. Return, Robert Chalmers, to your handsome apartments. Draw down your folding-bed, turn on the heat, study those Chicago papers. Live once again! What is this? A reaction at Chicago. Why, here is a page of panegyric. Here is a large portrait of the late Hon. David Lockwin, lost in Georgian Bay!
Chalmers, and the children of Tom Hood are names which suggest the direction in which he used his patronage as First Minister of the Crown. He was in the habit of enlivening his political dinner parties by invoking the aid of literary men of wit and distinction, and nothing delighted him more than to bring, in this pleasant fashion, literature and politics to close quarters.
No surprise of strangeness could equal the surprise of that complete familiarity. There was the bust of Chalmers near the stair- railings, there was the clothes-brush in the accustomed place; and there, on the hat-stand, hung hats and coats that must surely be the same as he remembered.
We agree with Dr. Chalmers, that the goodness of God should be viewed, not through the medium of predestination, but as it shines forth in the light of the glorious gospel. We agree with him, that “we ought to proceed on the obvious representations which Scripture gives of the Deity; and these beheld in their own immediate light, untinged by the dogma of predestination.
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