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happiest illustrations of the incidents and figures of Scripture; and pointed out features the most apposite to the topics of conversation in the characters of the good men of old.
Admonition fell from bis lips, or flowed from his pen, with the utmost gentleness. When any proved themselves unworthy of his friendship, he was loath to believe aught that was amiss of them, and defended them as long as he could ; and when he was compelled to give them up, and was grievously repaid by ingratitude and abuse for his kindness, he never rendered evil for evil, but rather avoided speaking of those of whom he could not speak to advantage.
Scandal among the professors of religion was what he always frowned on. There is too much of this in the circles of the righteous over-much; for there some exhibit the infirmities of others as a foil to their own merits, and labour by every idle surmise to depreciate the worth which they cannot rival. When men of popularity have fallen into follies which have disgraced them, the envy that writhed at their success, and the pharisaic sanctimony that is clean in its own eyes, judge without candour, and condemn without mercy. Dr. Waugh had the generous compassion which fixes on every extenuating circumstance in the condition of the fallen, and which seeks to restore them in the spirit of meekness. While he was a great enemy to evil speaking, he possessed a most happy mode of checking it. Being in company with a number of ministers, the bad conduct of a brother in the ministry became the subject of con
versation, and every gentleman in the room joined warmly in condemning him. Dr. Waugh sat for a time silent. At last he walked up to his companions, and said, “ My dear friends, surely we are not acting in accordance with our profession. The person you speak of is one of ourselves, and we ought not to blow the coal. But do you know that he is as bad a man as he is represented ? and if he is, will railing against himn do him any good ? It is cowardly to speak ill of a man behind his back; and I doubt if any of us would have sufficient courage, if our poor friend were to appear among us, to sit down and kindly tell him of his faults. If there be one here who feels himself quite pure and free from error, let him throw the first stone; but if not, let us be silent: and I confess that I feel that I must not say one word.” He resumed his seat, and the company looked at each other, struck silent by this rebuke from one so good and mild.
“I have enjoyed,” says an excellent friend, “ much intimate fellowship with him for the last thirteen years; and I never heard him utter a detracting remark of a single human being. If ever he exceeded the limits of tenderness, it was in checking the slightest indication of evil speaking. Of all men and of all events he was disposed to make the best.”
“ No man,” observes another, “ was more careful to defend the character of his brethren in every thing defensible. On one occasion, a minister, then a young man, having animadverted, in a company where Dr. Waugh was present, on
the talents of another minister, in a manner which he thought might leave an unfavourable impression on the minds of persons present, he observed, • I have known Mr. --- many years, and I never knew him speak disrespectfully of a brother in my life.'”
“ I recollect,” says another friend, “ being once present in a company consisting of nearly forty gentlemen, when the following characteristic incident occurred. On hearing a young man, who was then a student for the ministry, entertaining those around him with ungenerous strictures upon a popular preacher in the city, he looked at him for a time with a strong mixture of pity and grief in his countenance; and when he had by his manner arrested the attention of the speaker, he mildly but pointedly remarked : “My friend, there is a saying in a good old book which I would recommend to your reflections: The spirit that dwelleth in us lusteth to envy.'”
He was an exceedingly modest man, and so far from courting applause, was eager to repress the admiration that was ready to offer it. In an answer to an application from one of his friends he says:
“ If my health will at all allow, I shall feel pleasure in attending the meeting of the Camberwell Ladies' Missionary Society, though I do not feel easy in being brought from another county, while your own village abounds with talent and time. You must make some excuse to the ministers : tell them you and I come from the same calf ground ; that you were once a member of my church ; that as the shadows of the evening are thickening over my head, you
want to hear once more how a man, that expects soon to flit, will plead a cause very popular in that world where he humbly hopes he desires to go. All I want is protection from the charge of forwardness."
Never was there a man more alive to the merits of another, or less so to his own. He disliked vanity in others; and, much as he delighted in saying kind things, he had none to lavish on the self-conceited, but set himself to check a temper so unseemly. “ In a party where I met with him at dinner,” says a friend, “ there was an individual present somewhat given to boasting and self-adulation. Dr. Waugh heard him for some time with evident pain and disgust, and at last broke forth in the following manner : • Whisht, whisht! my dear lad, and learn to moderate your estimate of yourself, or else you will become a vain man,-a character who thinks every man his foe that will not bow at his shrine; that even the leaves shaken with the blast, or the gossamer that fits in the sunbeam, will offend.'”
When the subject of literature was introduced into conversation, he spoke of the classics, not with the dogmatism of a pedant, but with the taste and manner of a polished scholar. He made the most happy quotations from them, and used to remark how much enjoyment the study of them had yielded him, and to recommend them to youthful genius as the best models. Such works have a power over the heart independent of their own merit, from their association with the gayest portion of lifethe sunshine and melody of its morning.
There was one topic on which he loved to expatiate in conversation--the power of religion to support the heart in affliction and in death; and this he did in a manner so striking, and with a heart so full, that it was impossible to listen to him without the wish, “ Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his !”
It has been truly said, that among different denominations of Christians he was a kind of holy link, uniting them together, and compelling them to feel as brethren. Uninfluenced by name or party, he cultivated union among all the disciples of the Lord Jesus, and valued far less the polity of particular churches than he did that spirit of open generous love which he contemplated as essential to the true Christian character.
“ His love to all good men,” says one of his associates in the missionary cause, “ was not in word only, but in deed and in truth. With Dr. Waugh it was not an occasional fit of attachment, produced by adventitious circumstances; it was the daily ornament of his soul, not assumed for a Bible meeting or a missionary platform, but worn at all times and on all occasions. Dr. Waugh was considered by all Christians as a sort of common property. It is not easy to convey to those who have not witnessed them, an adequate idea of some of those social meetings at the board of the Evangelical Magazine, or under the hospitable roof of Christian friendship, where such men as Fuller, Ryland, Bogue, Eyre, Hardcastle, Townsend, Waugh, Greatheed, and others yet living, met together. It was truly 'the feast of