who had believed that there was no
mercy for such a wicked old sinner as she was, and had heard her song of
joy as she passed from the poverty and sorrow of earth to the wealth and
joy of heaven. Yes, for all there was mercy, and that all there present
might attain it was his prayer; and as thus he spoke, light came to his
eye and animation to his voice, and, with uplifted arm and flowing
utterance, he gave you his idea of the true evangelist--the man always
needed in our land--and it is to be feared, in spite of all our boasted
Christianity, never more than now. But it is not for me to say what are
Mr. Grubb's peculiar qualifications for his work. What they are may be
best gathered from his abundant labours. In his own denomination it is
well known how numerous are his efforts and how great his successes. He
is a fitting representative of active and spiritual Quakerism. Men say
that body is not what it was; that it is losing its power; that it has
little hold upon the people; that it makes no converts. It may be so,
but if it has many such ministers as Mr. Grubb in its midst, as much as
any it is fitted with a living ministry which will go out into the
highways and hedges and bring back to the fold those who have wandered
far away. His appeal is not to the high and mighty, to the rich, the
learned, or the great, but to the poorest of the poor. Mr. Grubb's
mission is evidently a special one. Amongst fallen women, in districts
where ragged-schools and churches are required, in corners of our land
where no regular means of grace exist, he finds special charm and need.
It is pleasant to see him supported by the good men and true of his own
denomination and others. It is evident that at the Agricultural
Hall--perhaps all the better for its not being professedly such--we have
the true idea of an Evangelical Alliance, an alliance for Christian work
rather than of Christian creed, an alliance practical, not speculative,
not in form and dogma, but in life and love.

CHAPTER XII.
THE MORAVIANS IN FETTER LANE.

What virtue there is in an if. Without going as far back as the Book of
Genesis, and thinking what a different thing life would have been if the
mother of us all had not plucked and eaten

"The fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world and all our woe,"

it is very obvious much depends upon the ifs. If Sir Robert Peel had
encouraged the advan