Unprofessional Sermons 213 seriously. I dropped saying mine suddenly once for all with- out malice prepense, on the night of the 2Qth of September, 1859, when I went on board the Roman Emperor to sail for New Zealand. I had said them the night before and doubted not that I was always going to say them as I always had done hitherto. That night, I suppose, the sense'of change was so great that it shook them quietly off. I was not then a sceptic ; I had got as far as disbelief in infant baptism but no further. I felt no compunction of conscience, however, about leaving off my morning and evening prayers—simply I could no longer say them, iii Lead us not into temptation (Matt. vi. 13). For example; I am crossing from Calais to Dover and there is a well-known popular preacher on board, say Arch- deacon Farrar. I have my camera in my hand and though the sea is rough the sun is brilliant. I see the archdeacon come on board at Calais and seat himself upon the upper deck, looking as though he had just stepped out of a band-box. Can I be expected to resist the temptation of snapping him ? Suppose that in the train for an hour before reaching Calais I had said any number of times, " Lead us not into temptation/* is it likely that the archdeacon would have been made to take some other boat or to stay in Calais, or that I myself, by being delayed on my homeward journey, should have been led into some other temptation, though perhaps smaller ? Had I not better snap him and have done with it ? Is there enough chance of good result to make it worth while to try the experiment ? The general consensus of opinion is that there is not. And as for praying for strength to resist temptation- granted that if, when I saw the archdeacon in the band-box stage, I had immediately prayed for strength I might have been enabled to put the evil thing from me for a time, how long would this have been likely to last when I saw his face grow saintlier and saintlier ? I am an excellent sailor myself, but he is not, and when I see him there, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, like a sleeping St. Joseph in a shovel hat, with a basin beside him, can I expect to be saved from snapping him by such a formula as " Deliver us from evil " ?