Readers of this journal will have seen these words of Alexander Camp-bell before, but they do not suffer by a second reading. Some may have come late to Leroy and Carl's feast of thought and never seen them at all. If so, it is important they be printed because they catch something of the old Restoration spirit which is often sadly lacking in these days.

In response to a reader who identified himself only as "Independent Baptist,^" Campbell wrote frankly about the dangers of Pharisaism among the disciples of Christ:

I was once so straight that, like the Indian's tree, I leaned the other way. I was once so strict a Separatist that I would neither pray nor sing praises with anyone who was not as perfect as I supposed myself to be. In this most unpopular course I persisted until I discovered the mistake and saw that on the principle embraced in my conduct there never could be a congregation or a church upon earth. This plan of making our own nest and fluttering over our own brood; of building our own tent and of con-fining all goodness and grace to our noble selves and the elect few who are like us, is the quintessence of sublimated pharisaism.