Mr.W.delivered a noble, eloquent, High-Church, Apostolical-Succession discourse, in which he banged the Dissenters most fearlessly and unflinchingly.

I thought they had got enough for one while, but it was nothing to the dose that was thrust down their throats in the evening.

A keener, cleverer, bolder, and more heart- stirring harangue than that which Mr.C.delivered from Haworth pulpit, last Sunday evening, I never heard.

He did not rant; he did not cant; he did not whine; he did not sniggle; he just got up and spoke with the boldness of a man who was impressed with the truth of what he was saying, who has no fear of his enemies, and no dread of consequences.

His sermon lasted an hour, yet I was sorry when it was done.