I think, my Lord, that it affords a subject of fair inquiry, whether those persons, who oppose the benevolent designs of the Cambrian Society, do not, at the same time, oppose their own interest? Knowing how to appreciate honesty and integrity, they will be always glad to engage in their service, those whose general character is distinguished by these pre-eminent virtues. But, by denying them the privileges which it is the object of this Society to secure for them, are they not withholding those very means which are best suited for enabling them to continue in the path of virtue, and for discharging the various duties of their respective avocations, with devotedness and fidelity? What is so likely to guard them against those evils, to which persons in their situation are so peculiarly exposed, as to have the pure doctrines of Christianity enforced in “their own tongue wherein they were born?” What is so calculated to add strength and stability to the good impressions made on their minds, whilst among their native mountains, as the ministry of the Gospel in that language, through the instrumentality of which those impressions were originally produced? Will these individuals receive them into their houses, engage them in their service, and supply all their bodily wants, and, yet, leave their nobler part in a state of utter destitution? My Lord, it is impossible that I can be divested of all apprehension, for the safety of this class of my countrymen, in this City, when I know that they are in the vicinity of a fearful _Maelstrom_, along the surface of which is seen the floating wreck of many a noble vessel, that left its native shores under the most favourable auspices, buoyant with hope, and radiant with expectation; but which, for want of a skilful pilot, coming within the reach of its attractive influence, was hurried along its impetuous stream, and engulphed in its whirling vortex.