Mr. Macdonald was the son of a Canadian farmer; and he was himself, to use his own words, “a priest of the Church of England.” His ancestors were Scotch, but they had settled in Canada before he was born. They were nearly all members of the English Episcopal Church, and young Peter early evinced a marvellous love of Church history. The result of his study was that he dreamed day and night of what the Church might become in England if only she were as great and as faithful as she might be. He grew into a young man of fervid imagination and impassioned speech; and conducted a mission in Canada which was productive of great good. Then he longed to visit England, and at length his bishop sent him over with many letters of introduction, which secured him a welcome in high places. He was “of the Church Churchy,” as some one told Knight; but he spoke as few of her sons have been gifted to speak. And the burden of his speech was this:— “You have lost too many of the people! Get the people back. Our Church is theirs, and they must come home. They threaten us with disestablishment; _let us disestablish ourselves_. Let the endowments and the positions go. They are as nothing in value compared with the people.” Knight resolved that he would know this man. He found him at first rather suspicious of the Dissenter, for such Arthur declared himself to be, and Knight found some distasteful things in Macdonald; but neither man was hard to win, and, when they had spent two days together, they were fast friends, and had resolved to drop all differences, and fight side by side for Christian unity. Instead, therefore, of ignoring each other, or laying plans to thwart one another, these two young men of many gifts, who had also much sanctified common-sense between them, resolved to work into each other’s hands. Each, therefore, revealed his designs for the future in perfect assurance that his confidence would not be abused. At last Macdonald said, “Knight, I am going to introduce you to one who is a silent spectator of our work—a young man, but the greatest man in England.” Knight rose from his seat in excitement. “The Prince?” he cried; and the answer was, “Yes, the Prince.”