his lips the sweet story of the love of God, our Father. I told him I
wished he would give me his post-office address and I would send him
books and papers; he said: "Bishop, I am a thousand miles from a post-
office and only get one mail a year."

I should tell you of another, the Bishop of Rupertsland, Dr. Macrae, the
only Bishop in Christendom who has a university made up of a Roman
Catholic college, a Presbyterian college, and a college of the Church of
England; so large-hearted that almost by one consent the people of
Manitoba have made him the president of their entire educational system.


If I turn to our own land, it would be to tell you that one hundred
years ago the Church was a feeble folk, scattered along the Atlantic
coast and known as a people that were everywhere spoken against. Thank
God, to-day her voice is heard in the miner's camp, in the schoolhouse
of the border, in the wigwam of the Indians, and sturdy heralds are in
the fore-front of that mighty movement which is peopling this land with
its millions of souls. Marvellous as is the progress of Christian
missions and the work which has been done in this century, it has
largely been committed to the English-speaking race. In the providence
of God races of men have been selected by Him to do His work. Two
hundred years ago the English-speaking people of Europe were less than
many of the nations of the Latin races. Spain outnumbered England two
to one. To-day there are one hundred and fifty millions of English-
speaking people in the world, one-tenth of the entire human family.
When we think of the future, that by the close of another century more
than five hundred millions will be speaking one language, it leads us to
ask, on bended knees, why has this commission been committed to this
English-speaking race, and what are the responsibilities that rest upon