Secretary of State for the Colonies and a champion of religious liberty, administered the following scathing rebuke:

You, Mr. Miall, descended into the arena of abuse. You accused me of dishonesty on account of my opinions with regard to Maynooth.

You taxed me with insincerity because I possessed property in the Church of England.

You called upon the dissenters of Southwark to shrink with horror from my opinions.

You attempted to excite religious animosity and rancour against me.

Like an inquisitor of old, you presumed to question me on my religious belief, and to summon me before the tribunal of your private judgment.

I am glad to meet you here to-day face to face, to answer you, to scoff at your pretensions, and to bid you defiance.

I tell you in the name of religious liberty and equality, that no man has a right to interfere with the religious feelings of another man.

I tell you that, in your conduct towards me, you have been untrue to the great principles of religious liberty.

You have denounced me as the editor of Hobbes of Malmesbury. I am proud of the fact.

You have denounced me as editor of an infidel work. I have challenged you, and I again challenge you, to make good your assertions. I have called upon you to point out one infidel passage-one sentence derogatory to Christianity, in the works of Thomas Hobbes of Malmesbury.

Have you, or have you not, read those works? If you have not read them, what right have you to say that they are infidel productions? If you have read them, then point out one infidel passage in them-one single sentence hostile to Christianity. In short, in all ages infidelity has been the war-cry which the base, the ignorant, the intolerant, and the canting tribe have raised against the great, the noble, and the generous spirits of the human That cry you, Mr. Miall, attempted to raise against the works which I have edited.

race.

I again solemnly call upon you to make good your assertions. If you should shrink from that attempt or fail,

as fail you will, then I brand you before your fellow-citizens as having brought this charge against me for electioneering purposes. I brand you as a calumniator.

Finally, an objective of this Memoir is that of leaving a memorial, though humble and inadequate, of a stalwart, faithful soldier in Christ's army of the Church Militant here on earth-a Christian Bayard, sans peur et sans reproche'; one who has lived up to his family crest and motto, holding up the cross above the words 'Sic fidem teneo': 'Thus I hold the faith'; one to whom the words of St. Paul to Timothy would be applicable: 'I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give me at that day.'

GUILFORD L. MOLESWORTH.

FOREWORD

BY A GRANDDAUGHTER OF DR. MOLESWORTH

As this book deals chiefly with my grandfather's work as a Clergyman, an Author, and a Controversialist, I am allowed to give here a few personal and domestic touches from notes dictated, many years ago, by his eldest daughter (Mrs. Crompton), who left to my care papers and documents concerning her father, which she had carefully collected and preserved in the hope that something more accurate might be put together than the account in 'The Vicars of Rochdale.'

Born herself at Millbrook in 1819, she ever retained vivid impressions of her father during the latter portion of his sixteen years' curacy, begun and ended in Millbrook.

From her earliest years he was in the habit of taking her about with him when possible. There were delightful visits to the Deanery at Winchester, to Portswood, near Southampton-the seat of her uncle, William Alexander Mackinnon, Member for Lymington—and other neighbours ; but what impressed her most was her father's devotion to his work, and the strong affection that existed between himself and his people, especially when the time came for severing their connection of sixteen years' standing.

Great frugality had to be practised in that Millbrook home, with the rapidly increasing family, and the curate's income of sixty pounds a year. The children's fare, though plentiful, was of the plainest description: a herring, by way of luxury, would be divided between them; cake was

never seen.