tion which, from the days of George Fox, has ever borne a silent
protest against the frivolities of fashion and the vanities of
life--public preaching. In the opinion of those excellent people an
ordinary minister is not a public preacher at all. They reserve that
title exclusively for one who, like Mr. Grubb, goes out into the world,
as it were, collects the crowds by the wayside, on the seashore, in the
crowded street, and there, to those for whose souls few care, who
otherwise would perish for lack of knowledge, proclaims that Gospel which
tells how, for such as they, pardon can be secured and life and
immortality brought to light. In our day no Friend is more extensively
engaged in this work than Mr. Grubb. In all parts of Suffolk his labours
have been many. In various districts of the metropolis he has been
similarly engaged. He has also spent much time in Ireland--where he has
been listened to and aided by Roman Catholic and Protestant alike. It
was only on one occasion that he has ever been prevented from preaching
by the intrusion of a mob, and that was (tell it not in Gath, publish it
not in the streets of Askalon) in no less ancient and respectable a
borough than that of Bury St. Edmunds. In the filthiest and most
depraved districts of London, in the very heart of Roman Catholic
Ireland, he has never been interfered with at all. Of course some of
this success is due to Mr. Grubb himself. With his one aim to tell how
sinners may be saved, he has been remarkably successful in avoiding
collision with class feelings and sectarian animosities. His manner is
also eminently kind and gentle; but after all does not his experience
also show, what we have long believed, that honest, simple, faithful
preaching is never exercised in vain? It may be also said that some of
Mr. Grubb's qualifications are hereditary. By birth he is an Irishman
(he comes from Tipperary), and his mother was an eminent Quakeress, and
extensively useful in her day. It was a sermon from her that was the
instrument, humanly speaking, in the conversion of one of the most
respected of our open-air preachers in London at the present day. We
take much from those to whom we owe our being. Why should we not also
inherit some of their excellences? The question may be asked though not
answered here.

But to return to Mr. Grubb. The last time I heard him he had a truly
magnificent congregation at the Agricultural Hall, Islington. Mr. Thain