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being preached by the Venerable the Archdeacon of Coventry. On the following Sunday sermons were preached by the Rev. T. L. Claughton, Vicar of Kidderminster, and the Rev. Dr. Goulbourn, Head Master of Rugby School. The Church is from the design of Mr. Scott, and must be exceedingly beautiful. The carving, says the Oxford Herald, of the pulpit and font, which are of Bath stone, is of extraordinary delicacy and elegance, as are the corbels, and other ornamental parts of the interior. The tracery of the windows also is remarkably chaste and correct. At present only two small lancets are filled with stained glass. Both are by Holland, of Warwick, and are rich in colour, and elegant in design and execution. The Communion plate, the pious and costly gift of the Rev. T. L. Bloxham, is of matchless beauty, and worthy its artificers, Messrs. Skidmore, of Coventry. It is from antique models, and consists of two large alms-dishes, curiously studded with crystals, a flagon of elegant form, and rare workmanship, two chalices richly enamelled, and two patens. These were exhibited at the Oxford Architectural Society last term. The altar cloth of crimson velvet with sacred monogram of gold, embroidered in front, and a cushion the whole length of the altar rails, were worked by Miss Bloxham, and for beauty of pattern and execution, might rival the choicest tapestry of other days. All the seats are open and of uniform height: the day for close high pews, and comfortable parlours for the rich having passed away, never, we trust, to return. There is, however, one peculiarity about the seats, which is worthy of notice, viz., that of the five hundred free sittings, a very large proportion are among the best in the Church, and are in every respect similar to those of the most favoured. Twelve light tall pillars of brass, with trefoil ornaments, and jets
of gas, cast out an excellent light. We are glad to hear that many contributions of stained glass windows are already promised.
Those who take an interest in emigration, will be glad to read the following Letter from a young woman who went out with her husband, in May, 1853, in the Hannah Maria, which was wrecked, as the letter says, when it had nearly reached its destination. The letter is written to her friends at Withyham, Sussex, where she was brought up. Mr. B. is her husband, whom she also calls Alfred. C. is the child of the brother and sister to whom the letter is addressed, and those who read her letter may like to know that the baby, born after she went out, is a little girl also, and was christened Philadelphia, at S. John's Chapel, Withyham, last autumn:
"Wright Street, Adelaide, Nov. 20.
"My dear Brother and Sister:
"I don't know how to begin to write to you, for I have so much to tell you, and I really have forgotten what I told you in my last, for I have had so much trouble and worry that I forget things of that sort. I think I told you in my last about our being wrecked, and living in tents; if I did not tell you I did John, so you can send to him for the letter. I am here in Adelaide now with Cousin Edward; he is very kind, and won't let me do anything for myself, or there are plenty of situations I could take. Mr. B. is gone on to Melbourne to sell the goods, they have only just got them from the wreck. I have got my clothes here, and I think perhaps he will come back to Adelaide to settle, for there are very good openings for schoolopen a school, but
masters and mistresses too. I want to
Edward don't like I should till Alfred comes back, but he may be gone some time, for I think there will be a deal of trouble with the goods and iron house too; I wish we had never seen them; you can't think what a trouble we had to get them from he wreck, and how he gets on now I don't know, for there has not been time to hear from him yet.
"And now, my dear brother and sister, I must tell you some> thing about myself. In the first place, I am so hardened to roughing it, as they call it out here, that I think, come what will, in that way, that I shan't mind. At first it seemed very hard, and I was very unhappy, but now I feel quite reconciled to the colony, and like it very well, of course not like my dear native home, but still after all, there is not so much difference, for the people are most of them from England, and they do not want to go back; after they have been out here a few years, they would not go to England to live again. We get beautiful weather here, very dusty, but scarce ever any clouds to be seen; a clear blue sky, sometimes very hot, but in doors very pleasant. The fruit will be in next month; Christmas time is the first month in summer here, so it will soon be here, and now it is twelve o'clock in the day here, and two o'clock in the night with you, we have ten hours the advantage of you. So you see I am busy when you are sleeping, and I am sleeping while you are busy; it seems very strange, all, and the great wide sea dividing us. I often think, much as I want to see you, how can I cross that mighty deep again, after the very many narrow escapes we had through the carelessness of our giddy captain. I hope when any of my friends come out, they will know what sort of a man has the command of the vessel, and what sort of a man the owner is, too.
"I think you must tell each other what is in our letters when we write, so that we write sometimes to one and sometimes to another. I promised to write to so many, and I really don't know how to do it, for it is not like at home. You must tell all my friends that I do not forget them if I don't write. Mrs. G. and poor Dame H.; I shall not see her sons, I dare say, but very like Mr. B. will, for he will be in Melbourne, some time, I dare say; it is 600 miles from here. I hope Alfred will find letters at the Post-office from home, for I do want to hear from you so much, it seems as though all is a dream, and that I can't be such a distance from you; I cannot bear to think of it, for then I think I shall never, never see them again, but I hope I shall, and trust to that merciful GOD that has done so much for us; yes, when we were so very near death that we thought every
moment would be our last, and many of the passengers bid, good bye to those around them, and thought they had only a few moments to live; and poor little children screaming around us, and the sea dashing over our heads, and so dark, we could not put the boat out, for the sea was so rough, and in the middle of the night.
"That night we were wrecked (Saturday, twelve o'clock, on the 10th of September), that night will never be forgotten by us, but the merciful God did save us, and calmed the sea, and in the morning the boat was let down, and we were took on shore, where we thought another death awaited us. The men armed themselves with fire-arms, thinking the natives (blacks) would try to kill us, for it was an uninhabited place except by black people, but we did not happen to see any for some time, and they were quiet; there are very few now that will harm the white people. Twelve years ago there was a vessel wrecked a little distance from where we were, and the blacks killed them all when they came on shore, and ate some, and hung some to the trees; but that is all done away with now, thank GOD.
"I hope you will write very soon, and tell me all the news: tell me all about my darling C. and the little baby; what it is, &c. Kiss my darling Godchild for me, and tell her sometimes about her aunt.
"Now I must say, Good-bye,-trusting our Heavenly FATHER will bless you all, and order all things for the best. With my best love to you, and all friends, I ever remain,
"My dear Brothers and Sister,
66 Your affectionate
The anniversary of the Church Penitentiary Institution, was kept on Thursday, April 27th, when Divine Service was held in S. James's, Piccadilly, on which occasion the Holy Eucharist was offered. The annual meeting was subsequently held at Willis's Rooms, the Bishop of London presiding. The report of the proceedings of the Society for the past year, was of a most gratifying character; and we are glad to learn that,
during that time, to the House of Mercy, at Clewer, £200 had been granted, towards the maintenance of its inmates, and a further sum of £500 towards the improvement of the premises: which were to be enlarged to accommodate fifty penitents. To the Home at Wantage, a grant of £200 had been made; and there was every reason to hope that, ere long, this institution would be put upon a more permanent basis. £200 had been granted towards the extension of the House of Merey at Bussage, which had been enlarged to receive twenty-five penitents. The institution at Salisbury was encumbered by a mortgage debt, amounting to £700: and the council had agreed to pay £350, providing the remaining £350 were raised by a given time. At Ship-meadow, on the borders of Suffolk, a farm-house had been rented, capable of accommodating about twenty-five penitents; and a sum of £75 had been granted towards furnishing the place, and adapting it to the purposes intended. To the additional House of Refuge in Tenter-street, Whitechapel, a grant of £50 had been made; whilst further grants had been furnished to the Houses of Refuge in London, viz., £100 to that in Albert-street, and £50 to that in the Commercial-road, Pimlico. The whole sum thus voted amounted to £1725." Such a report is full of good cheer, and we are glad to find that the opportunity of paying honour to the founder of the institution-the valiant Bishop of Graham's Town-was not lost and we can only express a hope that the memorial to be raised will be of such a character as will enable him to establish some important work in his diocese.
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First and foremost we welcome Mr. NEALE, whose Egyptian Wanderers should before now have claimed no