CHAPTER LXXXVI.

MY CAMPAIGN IN IRELAND.

MY steps were next directed towards Ireland, immediately after the

Church meetings at Edinburgh; first to 'Derry, where the Presbyterian

Assembly was met in annual conclave, and thereafter to Belfast, where

the Pan-Presbyterian Council was shortly to sit. The eloquent fervor of

the Brethren at 'Derry was like a refreshing breeze to my spirit; I

never met Ministers anywhere, in all my travels, who seemed more

wholehearted in their devotion to the work which the Lord had given them

to do.

I addressed the Assembly at 'Derry and also the Council at Belfast. The

memory of seeing all those great and learned and famous men--for many of

the leaders were eminently such--so deeply interested in the work of

God, and particularly in the Evangelizing of the Heathen World and

bringing thereto the knowledge of Jesus, was to me, so long exiled from

all such influences, one of the great inspirations of my life. I

listened with humble thankfulness, and blessed the Lord who had brought

me to sit at their feet.

On the rising of the Council, I entered upon a tour of six weeks among

the Presbyterian Congregations and Sabbath Schools of Ireland. It had

often been said to me, after my addresses in the Assemblies and

elsewhere, "How do you ever expect to raise £6000? It can never be

accomplished, unless you call upon the rich individually, and get their

larger subscriptions. Our ordinary Church people have more than enough

to do with themselves. Trade is dull," etc.

I explained to them, and also announced publicly, that in all similar

efforts I had never called on or solicited any one privately, and that I

would not do so now. I would make my appeal, but leave everything else

to be settled betwixt the individual conscience and the Saviour--I

gladly receiving whatsoever was given or sent, acknowledging it by

letter, and duly forwarding it to my own Church in Victoria. Again and

again did generous souls offer to go with me, introduce me, and give me

opportunity of soliciting subscriptions; but I steadily refused--going,

indeed, wherever an occasion was afforded me of telling my story and

setting forth the claims of the Missions, but asking no one personally

for anything, having fixed my soul in the conviction that one part of

the work was laid upon me, but that the other lay betwixt the Master and

His servants exclusively.

"On what then do you really rely, looking at it from a business point of

view?" they would somewhat appealingly ask me.

I answered, "I will tell my story; I will set forth the claims of the

Lord Jesus on the people; I will expect the surplus collection, or a

retiring collection, on Sabbath; I will ask the whole collection, less

expenses, at week-night meetings; I will issue Collecting Cards for

Sabbath Scholars; I will make known my Home-Address, to which everything

may be forwarded, either from Congregations or from private donors; and

I will go on, to my utmost strength, in the faith that the Lord will

send me the £6000 required. If He does not so send it, then I shall

expect He will send me grace to be reconciled to the disappointment, and

I shall go back to my work without the Ship."

This, in substance, I had to repeat hundreds of times; and as often had

I to witness the half-pitying or incredulous smile with which it was

received, or to hear the blunt and emphatic retort, "You'll never

succeed! Money cannot be got in that unbusiness-like way."

I generally added nothing further to such conversation; but a Voice,

deep, sweet, and clear, kept sounding through my soul--"The silver and

the gold are Mine."

During the year 1884, as is well known, Ireland was the scene of many

commotions and of great distress. Yet at the end of my little tour

amongst the Presbyterian people of the North principally, though not

exclusively, a sum of more than £600 had been contributed to our Mission

Fund. And there was not, so far as my knowledge went, one single large

subscription; there were, of course, many bits of gold from those

well-to-do, but the ordinary collection was made up of the shillings and

pence of the masses of the people. Nor had I ever in all my travels a

warmer response, nor ever mingled with any Ministers more earnestly

devoted to their Congregations or more generally and deservedly beloved.

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