Yes, honoured thou shalt be, for thou Didst fear thy God and serve thy generation; Thou hast done good service in the noblest Cause,—hast fought the direst foe in thine Own person; and in the hearts of others didst Incite to deadliest hate, not against human Kind, but against sin,—the fruitful source Of mortal ills, of deep dishonour to the God of heaven, the poignancy of sorrow’s tear, And the perpetual wailings of the lost. The science, the philosophy acquired and Taught by thee, was love to God, goodwill to Man; while the great mystery brought forth to light Was love incarnate, and the grace, the bliss That follows from the Cross. The Cross received By faith, a purifying principle within The heart,—its light—its life. This was the policy Much prized by thee; how to obtain eternal bliss: That bliss thou’st gained, and though to frail Morality, allied by common lot, its various Ills (perverse inheritance) didst feel; yet By the power of sov’reign grace, in thee so strongly Shewn, to heaven’s high only Lord thou art affianced; And to thee a throne, a crown, a sceptre, and a robe Belong,—nay, already are possessed, and ever will Be thine; thou shalt still enjoy them when Monarchs, kings, and lords, with all their Royal pomp shall shrink to nothingness, And envy those who poor were rich in faith And heirs of God. Thus may e’en a shepherd Gain a lasting true distinction. We, the ingatherers of the precious seed So long ago cast forth in faith, now honour thee As God’s own instrument, by which the awful Gloom—spawn of satanic power that here fell Thickly—was dispersed. The eyeball of the Blind bid upward look on heaven’s own orbs— The Sun of Righteousness, whose heavenly light Diffuses through the heart—the vital principle Of life. The deaf to hear the music of the Spheres,—nay, His voice that wakes the dead. The stammering tongue, the tongue of blasphemy And foul deceit, accustom’d to an oath,—to bless His name, to speak His praise, or mercy seek For sins brought forth to light; or blessings needed To continue in the strait and narrow path. The troubled heart to find the peace, the joy, The hope, the balmy influence springing From the life, the death, and exaltation Of Him, the sinner’s friend; and here Each commence that song sung by The ransomed choir of heaven. SECTION VI. Immediate Results—Rev. H. GAUNTLETT—Cottage Services—Persecution—Anecdotes.