The Parliamentary Debates (Authorized Edition) Volume 94 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ...their duties, or drawn the picture of a perfect bishop by the recital of so many days spent in visitation, so many in confirmation, so many in ordination; and that then his work was done. He did not know with what diocese the right hon. Baronet was connected--Sir J. Ghaiiam: Carlisle--but in the one with which he had the pleasure of being connected, the bishop did more than that. The bishop in whose diocese he lived, never rested: there was no day, no hour, of which ho could properly be said to be his own master. There was no day, no hour, in which that right rev. Prelate was not discharging some duty as the head of a Christian diocese. Independently of the supervision of several hundred clergy, scattered over three counties, the building of new churches or the erecting of new schools; the direction of missions to foreign parts; the providing and arranging new machinery to meet the spiritual wants of the growing population--nay, provision for relieving the physical wants of the people--all demanded the advice and assistance of the bishop. And if the bishop of his right lion. Friend occupied his time in the mere necessary routine which he had described, he could not be that living principle to his diocese which he ought to be. The right hon. Baronet had talked of consecrating churches, and had counted the number of days spent in consecrations; but before they arrived at that stage, there was correspondence month after month--consultations, consideration, advice, and assistance--expected from the bishop. Week after week, and month after month, the subject occupied his time and his thoughts before it came to the fijial consummation--the only part of the business to which the right hon. Baronet alluded---the consecration. And so in the other details of routine ...