anxious and troubled about many things!  What wilt thou eat, and what wilt thou drink, and wherewithal wilt thou be clothed?  For thou hast no Heavenly Father, none above who knowest that thou needest these things before thou askest Him.’  Oh, my friends, if you had felt but for a single day, that terrible temptation, the temptation of poverty, and debt, and care, which leads so many a one to sell their souls for a few paltry pence, to them of as much value as pounds would be to you;—­if, I say, you had once felt that temptation in all its weight, you would not merely sacrifice, as I ask you now to do, some superfluity, which you will never miss; you would, I do believe, if you had human hearts within you, be ready to sacrifice even the comforts of life to prevent him whose heart may be breaking slowly, not a hundred yards from your own door, (and more hearts break in this world than you fancy, my friends,) from passing through that same dark shadow of want, and care, and temptation where the Devil stands calling to the poor man all day long, ’Fall down, and worship me; and I will relieve those wants of thine which man neglects!’

I have no more to say.  I leave the rest to your own good feeling, as townsmen of this ancient and honourable place,—­remembering always who it was who said, ’Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.’