I have thus written from the fulness of my heart, and from the deepest convictions of my judgment, believing that a crisis of great danger to our beloved country is closely impending. If a Royal Charter has been promised, specifically authorising the opening of the Crystal Palace on any part of Sunday, then the Poor are in the fair way to be robbed of their real Rest, by the substitution of an imaginary recreation, so arranged that it cannot be enjoyed without sin. If the Royal sanction were actually given, I would yet look to “The Million,” Englishmen as they are, and Bible-men, to reject the proffered amusement. How may the threatened evil be averted? Whether deliverance shall be sent from some very humble quarter; or whether it shall be the hand of a Queen, more wary than Darius, that shall refuse to sign the writing and the decree, God alone knoweth! My earnest hope and prayer, is, that the rumour of such a Charter may die away to nothing. As Englishmen, may we be roused from our dreams of amusement to a higher standard of duty! May History never have to record, that in the nineteenth century it was sought to erect—and in Britain, too—a People’s happiness on the basis of God’s broken law!