In regard to the success which has attended our Society, I beg to refer to the “Report.” I shall only observe, with relation to my Ministerial charge in this City, that I consider the aged as forming a very important and interesting part. Those who are in the habit of attending the Lectures, could inform your Lordship with what delight this portion of my congregation listen to the preaching of the Gospel in their own tongue. Though years have rolled away since they left their native hills, their decided partiality to the language remains undiminished.—From these, my Lord, the bed of sickness, and a dying hour, cannot be very far distant; and this is a time which will require all the consolation that language can convey, administered in the most plain and simple manner which words can express. But what a gloomy prospect, my Lord, must such a season present to a poor Welshman, without the privileges which this Society provides for him.—I need not repeat that the number is not small, in Chester, who will not be capable of receiving consolation in this trying hour, in any language but the Welsh. And here I may mention a distressing circumstance, which occurred very soon after my appointment to my present situation, and before that appointment was generally known.—I was requested by an English Clergyman to visit a poor man, whom he represented as being dangerously ill, and totally unacquainted with the English language. I lost no time in attending to the application; but when I arrived at the house, I found, in answer to my inquiries, that he was no more. The nurse who attended him, told me he talked a great deal, but she could not understand him, as she knew nothing of Welsh, and he could not speak a word of English.—Here, I was led to indulge in a train of unavailing conjectures, as to the subject of the poor man’s conversation, the state of his feelings—the objects of his wishes—but—my Lord—he was dead!—Now, I would ask those persons who scruple to co-operate in the benevolent designs of our Society, if they are parents, how would they feel upon being told of their children—if they are capable of friendship, how would they like to hear of their friends—dying under such circumstances? May the time never again arrive, when the poor Welsh residents in Chester shall be reduced to such an extremity. Whilst they live, may they have the Gospel preached to them; and when they come to die, may they never want the attendance of a Pastor, who will be able to administer consolation to them in their native tongue! I have the honour to be, My Lord, Your Lordship’s obedient humble Servant, EVAN EVANS. _Chester_, _April_ 28_th_, 1832.