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entertained your sacred circle with the tale of that never-to-be-forgotten 

 journey he performed, without hat on head, from Jerusalem to Paris ; 

 he that has witnessed your sweet tumults, when Caesar Malan, the comely 

 apostle of Geneva, related, with his characteristic and affecting simpli- 

 city, the conversion of the Popish pilgrim of Ghent, with all the inte- 

 resting circumstances that attended it ;* cold must he be, and cruel, 

 would he dry up the source of those holy raptures, which seem almost 

 to divest your womanhood of its mortality ; and confine to the shores 

 of your native isle albeit a fainting land and a famished people the 

 tender mercies of your nature, for which the terraqueous globe is too 

 narrow a range. 



But the visits of the Wolffs and Malans, like those of angels, are 

 " few and far between ;" or, to use our former simile, they resemble 

 the appearances of comets in the comparative irregularity and unfre- 

 quency of their occurrence. The religious world, therefore, would be 

 doomed to many a dark and dreary hour, if there were no diurnal and 

 stationary lights to irradiate and cheer it, while the greater fires are 

 blazing in the aphelions of their orbits, at Jerusalem, for example, or 

 Geneva. Hence arises the demand for a household ministry. Hence it is 

 that Lady has her Gregg, and her Hare, and (when the parochial 

 cares of Monastereven indulge its minister with a month in Dublin) 

 her revered A , the giant of the Home Mission, whose physi- 

 ognomy is the secret of his unparalleled success amongst the Saints. t 

 Hence the occupation of the Otways, and Singers, Orpens and Colles's, 

 the ignes minor es of the evangelical firmament, who make up for their 

 inferior lustre by their continual and indefatigable twinkling. Each 

 has his own department, and shines in a distinct sphere ; Otway in the 

 " Christian Examiner ;" Singer at the Asylum ; Orpen in the tract- 

 shop ; Colles not he of Stephen's Green but he of York-street in the 

 Episcopal Floating Chapel. But there are doers of all work in the 

 religious world as every where else ; you will see some individuals in 

 the morning flying about collecting subscriptions to send out a mission 

 to the North Pole ; at noon with their pockets stuffed with tracts, and 

 salting withal every street, lane, and alley of the metropolis ; in the 

 evening composing perhaps a new bundle of the said productions ; and 



* The facts are these. In the autumn of 1827, a native of Ghent arrived at 

 Geneva, on his way to Rome. He had bound himself by a vow to make the whole 

 journey on foot, suffering his beard to grow, and bearing on his shoulders a huge 

 wooden cross. Malan met and converted him so far well the sequel can scarcely 

 be told with gravity. Malan took his proselyte into his garden, shaved him with 

 his own hands, and then baptised him into his own sect the " Momiers." The 

 man of Ghent was grateful, and he presented the divine barber with both beard 

 and cross. The former, tied together with a riband, was appended to the latter ; 

 And there was a saintly soiree at Pre, Beni, to exhibit the trophy to the religious 

 world at Geneva. Malan entered, bearing it in triumph. The sensation he pro- 

 duced may be imagined. The writer was present at the scene. 



f This gentleman, you suppose, is an Adonis -rpuite the reverse the lines of 

 his countenance abberrate from those of beauty as far as his doctrines from common 

 sense. Yet, true it is, that it is his person, not his preaching, that exerts the 

 attraction. How is this to be explained ? Thus: A is not plain, nor ordi- 

 nary ; either would have left him in obscurity ; but ugly, strikingly, sublimely 

 ugly such a frontispiece had never been prefixed to any former edition of 

 humanity. There was no precedent for a single feature of his face. The Saints 

 were struck, captivated, ravished. Novelty ! even the religious world is not 

 proof against your charms ! 



