Life
Following the British occupation of New York in 1777, Inglis was promoted from curate to rector of Trinity Church in New York. As a Loyalist, it is recorded that Inglis prayed aloud for King George III while George Washington was in the congregation. The church was quickly surrounded by militia. In November 1783, upon the evacuation of Loyalists from New York, Inglis returned to England. On 11 August 1787, George III created the Diocese of Nova Scotia by Letters Patent, and named Inglis its first bishop. The independence of the thirteen colonies which would form the United States had led to the creation of a new, autonomous, Anglican church there, with Samuel Seabury as the first bishop, but Inglis was the first Church of England bishop in North America, though technically his see was "the Province of Nova Scotia". Eager to increase the status of Anglicanism in the colonies, he supported the 1789 foundation of King's College in Windsor, Nova Scotia, as an exclusive academy for sons of the Anglican elite. He also backed several missionary efforts to turn the majority of the population from their dissenting religious beliefs. These efforts were largely unsuccessful. Bishop Inglis died on 24 February 1816.
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