"A second great object, which I hope will be impressed upon the mind of this Royal Lady, is a rooted horror of war--an earnest and passionate desire to keep her people in a state of profound peace. The greatest curse which can be entailed upon mankind is a state of war. All the atrocious crimes committed in years of peace--all that is spent in peace by the secret corruptions, or by the thoughtless extravagance, of nations--are mere trifles compared with the gigantic evils which stalk over the world in a state of war. God is forgotten in war--every principle of Christian charity trampled upon--human labour destroyed--human industry extinguished--you see the son, and the husband, and the brother, dying miserably in distant lands--you see the waste of human affections--you see the breaking of human hearts--you hear the shrieks of widows and children after the battle--and you walk over the mangled bodies of the wounded calling for death. I would say to that Royal child, Worship God by loving peace--it is not _your_ humanity to pity a beggar by giving him food or raiment--_I_ can do that; that is the charity of the humble and the unknown--widen you your heart for the more expanded miseries of mankind--pity the mothers of the peasantry who see their sons torn away from their families--pity your poor subjects crowded into hospitals, and calling in their last breath upon their distant country and their young Queen--pity the stupid, frantic folly of human beings who are always ready to tear each other to pieces, and to deluge the earth with each other's blood; this is your extended humanity--and this the great field of your compassion. Extinguish in your heart the fiendish love of military glory, from which your sex does not necessarily exempt you, and to which the wickedness of flatterers may urge you. Say upon your death-bed, 'I have made few orphans in my reign--I have made few widows--my object has been peace. I have used all the weight of my character, and all the power of my situation, to check the irascible passions of mankind, and to turn them to the arts of honest industry. This has been the Christianity of my throne, and this the Gospel of my sceptre. In this way I have strove to worship my Redeemer and my Judge.'" True to his lifelong conviction, the preacher urges the sacredness of religious freedom.-- "I hope the Queen will love the National Church, and protect it; but it must be impressed upon her mind that every sect of Christians have as perfect a right to the free exercise of their worship as the Church itself--that there must be no invasion of the privileges of the other sects, and no contemptuous disrespect of their feelings--that the Altar is the very ark and citadel of Freedom. * * * * *