My dear friend,—All well. Awful thunderstorm yesterday
burst over us while laying the foundation-stone of Middleton church—flash
and crash together—ʹάμʹ
ʹέπος ʹάμʹ
ʹέργον—wet to the
præcordia in an instant—peppered with hail. Hundredth Psalm well
sung; thunder playing bass most gloriously; prayer offered by the Bishop; then,
trowel in hand, he began to spread the mortar, when all at
238 | MEMOIR OF REV. F. HODGSON. |