The name of Whitefield exhibits an anomaly in the biographical range of literature. He lived at a period comparatively so recent, that several who died in our own days had sat at his feet and listened to his wonderful eloquence. His labors were not confined to one flock, or even to a single nation, but expanded over both hemispheres, wherever the English language was spoken; so that, had he possessed the gift of tongues, we cannot imagine a single country from which his visits would have been withheld.