Although my brother was not permitted to be present at the celebration of the jubilee of the Church Missionary Society—having been already removed to take part in choral strains of a more exalted character in the courts above—yet his anticipations were more than fully realised when the day came round.

The 1st of November, 1848, was a day much to be remembered for the time to come, as one on which the blessing of God was freely bestowed; as one which did much towards enlarging the hearts of men at home, and laying deeper the foundations of the missionary cause amongst us. Many groundless prejudices were removed; many ears listened for the first time to the claims of the heathen upon our Church and nation; many a church and parish were opened for the first time to the Church Missionary Society; whilst not a few of our cathedrals had their time-honoured walls consecrated, as it were, afresh by this sacred cause—for well may it be asked, How could those splendid piles, with their massive pillars, vaulted roofs, and fretted windows, be more highly honoured or converted to better use, than when within their walls were celebrated the high notes of jubilee praise; and the glory of God, the advancement of our Redeemer's kingdom, the conversion of the world, formed the noble theme of the preacher's discourse?