The Rev. Gentleman, in commencing his discourse, said, – I will take the word of God against the world. (Aye). The world at this hour is set against the word of God. The struggle must be a deadly one: there is now no helping it: Pray God to give us strength, for we shall need it according to our day. (Amen.) For many years England has been a mark at which the devil has shot his most insidious but most destructive bullets. Covert and unobserved for a while, but at length more openly, and now at last without any disguise, England is claimed by Satan as his lawful inheritance and prey. It rests with God, and he only knows, by and bye, whether (as I sometimes fear, and as almost all the tokens of the times declare) whether the sun of England's greatness will not have to set in black midnight, in the very midst of day … If as a land, we go down, – if, as a people, we be destroyed, we shall in all likelihood go down at once. – perish at a stroke, and be swept away from off the face of the earth, as chaff is driven before the wind. You can hardly point to one solitary redeeming feature in the present crisis of our national destiny. Where are you to look for any hope, or for any help?