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PULPIT ALLUSIONS TO THE CATASTROPHE. On Sunday last, the sad event was referred to by the preachers in all the churches and chapels in the- town. At the Parish Church, the Vicar, the Rev. G. Cunliffe. taking as his text Luke 12th, 40th vers said recent events had solemnly taught us the sad uncertainty of human lite, and that we have indeed no continuing city here. late catastrophe had caused us all to shudder and to exclaim in wonder and amazement, What hath God wrought ?" To doubt for an instant that His overruling providence did not order all things according to His righteous will was to deny His special interference in all that happened to His people. If we are tempted to call in question His dealings with His cfeatures, and dare to impugn His right to lay His afflicting hand upon them, we might endeavour to exclaim with holy David, I will hold my tongue and say nothing; I will keep silence though it be pain and grief to me." The sad event to which he had just alluded had broug.ht sorrow and mourning into many a household, and we could not fail to sympathise with the afflicted ones, though they be utter strangers to us but when we found that some of our own congregations had been suddenly called away by a terribly sudden death, our sympathy assumed a deeper character, and we entered into the feelings ot those who were sorrowing for the loss of those who were very dear to them. How solemn and applicable were the words of the Saviour, Be ye also ready." The sufferers by this sad accident were elated with the hopes and prospects of soon being united to the family circie till the awful crash came, and every earthly hope and prospect were at an end. What was our plain duty under these distressing circumstances P To extend to thuse who mourn our heartfelt sympathy above all. to entreat the throne of grace that our Heavenly Father, for Jesus sake, will send down the Holy Comforter into the hearts of those who as yet can hardly pray for themselves, and ever to bear in our minds the solemn injunction, "Be ye also ready." On Sunday in the Parish Church of Shipton-on- Cherwell, the Rev. H. W. Yule, M.A.. domestic chaplain to the Duke of Marlborough, and rector of the parishes of Shipton and Hampton Gay, preaching, referred in the following language to the late catastrophe:—" Solemn as it is to enter into a new solemn as it is to reflect on time gone by solemn as it is to be reminded of our manifold shortcomings, yet a more solemn thing is now present to us, a more impressive preacher is in our midst. Give an account of thy stewardship, for thou mayst be no longer steward,' was the message of God to those 33 souls who. in the most awful railway accident known in this country, passed away from this life on Thursday last but a short distance from this sacred house of God. We all saw something of the horrors of that dreadful scene, but have we recog- nised it as a warning to ourselves? I speak not now of its suddenness, or of the desolation it has wrought; I say nothing of the grief which, in my sight and hearing, caused strong men to weep as children, or of that more profound sorrow which finds no vent in tears. I could not if I would paint the terrific picture of death and suffering which made the boldest pale, and even overcame the fortitude of men accustomed to such sights. No, my brethren, that grief and that horror cannot be represented in words. For my own part, I shall [ never forget the woeful spectacle, the mangled bodies, ruined carriages, and mournful desolation which were presented to my eyes on Christmas-eve in the year which is now so rapidly passing from us. Nor was what was visible to our eyes the whole of'the agony which the accident of Thursday last produced. Think, if you can, of the many desolate homes, bereft at once of their light and support; think, if you can, of the agony of suspense endured by trie relatives of those travelling on that day, before they knew for certain the reality of their loss; think, if you can, of how the festivity of this sacred season was marred by the non-arrival of the expected father, the long-looked-for wife and mother, 'he beloved son and daughter, the cherished brother or sister; think, if you can, of the bitter- ness of woe—worse, well nigh, than death itself- when, one by one, the dead lying in yonder mill were recognised by their surviving relatives and friends; think, again, of how, in many cases, that awful calamity has deprived many not only of their dear ones, but of their very means of livelihood, almost of the barest existence itself. Lastly, think, if you can, of how Christmastide, as it comes round year by year, will awaken in the hearts of parents bereaved of their children, and children bereaved of their parents, nothing but an overwhelming1 remem- brance of the loss they have sustained. When we think of all these consequences, we may well believe that death and bodily suffering are lesser evils than sorrow of mind and anguish cf heart. But, my bre thren, with the dead cr with their friends we have no concern. Now, our business lies with the occurrence itself and the lesson which it teaches. It comes to us with the awful message, 'Give an account of thy steward- ship.' Here, within a short distance of where we are now assembled, thirty souls were called to their account in an instant. What that account in each caae was the Great Judge alone knows."