BY COMMISSIONER RAILTON. 

There is a great difference between a red-hot man and a Red-hot
Library book.  We have no desire at all to pander to the common idea of
our day that "it does not matter what you belong to," by any of these
books.  Very little reflection will show anyone the immeasurable
distance between the sort of clergyman this book describes and the
mere leader of formalities holding a similar position in these days of
ease and self-satisfaction. 

John Fletcher was a marvel, if viewed only on his bodily side.  At a
time when clergymen had far more opportunity than they have even
to-day to retire into their own houses and do nothing for the world, he
pressed forward, in spite of an almost dying body, to work for God
daily, in the most devoted manner.  That he was able to continue his
labours so long was simply by God's wonder-working mercy.  We cannot
judge him because he remained in the strange position (for anyone who
cares about God or souls) in which he was found.  No other sphere was
perhaps possible for him at that time.  It must not, however, for that
reason be imagined that the Salvationist can conceive of a red-hot