All these attractive offers I declined, but within a few months I accepted a call from the Market Street Dutch Reformed Church of New York--a far more difficult field of labor.

My ministry in Trenton was one of unbroken happiness, and the Church were profusely kind; but at the end of nearly four years I felt that my work there was done.

The young church had built a beautiful house of worship without a dime of debt, and it was filled by a prosperous congregation.

I was ready for a wider field of labor.
The Market Street Dutch Reformed Church, to which I was called, was down town, within ten minutes' walk of the City Hall, and was beginning to feel the inroads of the up-town migration, when my excellent predecessor, Dr.Isaac Ferris, left it to become the Chancellor of the New York University.

Although most of the well-to-do families were moving away, yet East Broadway was full of boarding houses packed with young men and these in turn packed our church on Sabbath evenings.