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.

* * * * *

"Though I deprecate the bad effects of fanaticism, I earnestly pray
that our young Sovereign may evince herself to be a person of deep
religious feeling: what other cure has she for all the arrogance and
vanity which her exalted position must engender? for all the flattery
and falsehood with which she must be surrounded? for all the
soul-corrupting homage with which she is met at every moment of her
existence? what other cure than to cast herself down in darkness and
solitude before God--to say that she is dust and ashes--and to call
down the pity of the Almighty upon her difficult and dangerous life.
This is the antidote of kings against the slavery and the baseness
which surround them; they should think often of death--and the folly
and nothingness of the world, and they should humble their souls
before the Master of masters, and the King