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
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