I could see no other way to this, but by an entire church being formed of new elements on a heathen soil:--a church, in which by no means all should be preachers, but all should be willing to do for all whatever occasion required.

Such a church had I read of among the Moravians in Greenland and in South Africa.

I imagined a little colony, so animated by primitive faith, love, and disinterestedness, that the collective moral influence of all might interpret and enforce the words of the few who preached.

Only in this way did it appear to me that preaching to the heathen could be attended with success.

In fact, whatever success had been attained, seemed to come only after many years, when the natives had gained experience in the characters of the Christian family around them.
When I had returned to Oxford, I induced the Irish clergyman to visit the University, and introduced him to many of my equals in age, and juniors.