On one of our Sunday walks near London we passed a forlorn and
dilapidated Primitive Methodist Chapel. The windows were a good deal
broken and there was a notice up offering 10/- reward to any one who
should give such information as should lead to the, &c. Cut in stone
over the door was this inscription, and we thought it as good an example
of real blasphemy as we had ever seen:
When God makes up his last account
Of holy children in his mount,
’Twill be an honour to appear
As one new born and nourished here.