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will be the fervent prayers of those many who midst anxiety and doubt have been comforted by the example of one, who hath so long contended for the faith, once for all delivered to the saints. A large sum was, we believe, collected at the close of the service.

When the divine offices were ended the Cathedral bells rang out a merry chime, and a procession was formed, the way to the College being crowded by hundreds of spectators. On reaching the building the 23rd Psalm was sung and special prayers said by Chancellor Martin, the blessing being pronounced by the Bishop, who in presenting the key to Mr. David the Principal, alluded to the manner in which he had won it, not merely by his appointment, but also by the able, energetic manner in which he had discharged his duties as Principal, and the services he had rendered the Church. In addressing the pupils, he eloquently warned them of the peril of pride of intellect, as most dangerous to man, and the spirit of discontent, as a stratagem of the devil. Those who like ourselves stood near his Lordship, and heard his solemn words, will not readily forget themwords which, we doubt not, sank deep into the hearts of those to whom they were specially addressed.

After the dinner, occasion was taken to present to Chancellor Harrington and Mr. Force a testimonial of the respect, which their unwearied exertions have won for them.

Without any great appliances for educational purposes, the Diocesan College has won a high position amongst similar institutions, and we doubt not will soon be placed in a position second to none. The course of education is such as is calculated to make good, useful, sound Church schoolmasters. May it flourish, “semper fidelis," to the Church, and Church's faith.

Mr. Hugall has brought to a successful termination his able restoration of the fine old Church of Faringdon. The opening services were of a cheering character; the sermon in the morning being preached by the Lord Bishop of Oxford; and that in the evening by the aged and venerable Dr. Marsh, one of the Trustees of the Living. At the luncheon, the architect received the thanks of all, for the careful and judicious manner in which he had conducted his work.

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ANNA PATELLARI had spent the night in restless misery. It was not that she feared so much for herself;-death she would have welcomed but too gladly;-from dishonour she doubted not that her husband's name alone would protect her. But she returned again and again, with cruel pertinacity, to the idea, that, but for his arms and counsels, the city would not have been reduced to such tremendous straits,-that his name was never mentioned in Constantinople without a curse, that she was regarded for his sake with scorn and detestation, that whether the defenders or the assailants of the city prevailed, she must be equally an outcast, equally miserable. -She had fallen into a broken sleep, when the roar of the assault aroused her to the consciousness that the crisis of the city was come. She rose directly;-refused all offers of refreshment from Barlaam ; and, as the morning wore on, she determined, in impatience of the event, to go forth into the streets. She did so,—and they were nearly deserted; the one or two women that she saw were hastening to the Great Church, and thither, almost instinctively, she also bent her way.

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As she drew nearer to S. Sophia, the crowd thickened; women of all ranks and ages, and from all quarters of the city, were pouring up the western steps, and entering the magnificent porch.-At the foot of Constantine's pillar, whether from a fanatical feeling, or from pure chance, a poor man was seated, and scarcely any passed him without thinking that it was he to whom the Angel of the LORD would give the sword of deliverance, and bid him to exterminate the host of the unbelievers.

Anna, who had all the excitableness of her countrywomen in its full extent, began to catch the infection of terror, and to share also in the confidence that in the Church alone would she be safe. She resolved on entering too, and there awaiting the crisis;-and with eager, yet trembling feet, she ascended the fatal steps.

It seemed as though a judicial infatuation had fallen on the city. Never, perhaps, was so much beauty before assembled in one place. The long dark hair and full black eye, and statue-like loveliness of the Chian or Lesbian maidens; the more fragile form and more languishing features of the high-born lady of Constantinople ;the auburn ringlets, and Saxon charms of the Circassian; the commanding stature, and clear dark complexion, and proud bearing of Albanian or Acarnanian beauty. Nave, choir, galleries,-all full; the Holy of Holies alone gave sanctuary to two or three Bishops, and to some of the Priests; the Primicerius, the Sacristan, the Great Economus, the Chartophylax, the Master of the Ceremonies, and several other dignitaries of S. Sophia; a few less known ecclesiastics were also there; but it was remarked with some surprise, that Gennadius was not among them.

"But he is helping us with his intercessions," so it was whispered round, "though he is absent in body ;-his prayers can ascend to the throne of GOD as well from his cell in the Studium as from the solea of the Great Church." And the wild feeling of security grew stronger; -the moment when the Turks should enter was eagerly longed for ;-every heart beat high in the expectation of certain succour;-and those who were posted in the gallery of the Narthex fixed their eyes steadfastly on the

pillar of Constantine, that they might announce the joyful tidings of the angel's descent.

The massy walls and gates of S. Sophia deadened, in a great degree, the uproar and violence of the assault;and yet, from time to time, some heavier burst of artillery, or louder shout, carried terror even thither. Towards mid-day, however, all seemed quieter;-and hope again began to take possession of some hearts, that the former part of Gennadius's prophecy would be unaccomplished, that Constantinople would be spared, like a second Nineveh, on its repentance; and that the deliverance of the city might be effected by natural means rather than by a supernatural interposition.

It was not long, however, before the last assault of the Janissaries, the thunder of which seemed to shake the massy fabric of that august temple, dispersed such thoughts.--The vast multitude fell on their knees, emploring the mercy of GOD, and the intercession of the Panaghia ;—and as the noise grew louder and more incessant, wails, sobs, and shrieks burst from some of the fainter hearted.

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"Fear not! fear not!" cried others ;- we are safe; we must be safe, Gennadius has said it;-a hair of our heads cannot perish !"

Presently, those who were in the western gallery, and among them was Maria, beheld a crowd of fugitives pouring into the square of Constantine.

"They are flying! they are flying! the Turks! the Turks!-Holy Mother of GOD! The Turks are in the

city!-Bar the doors! bar the doors!"

The women who stood nearest to the silver gates attempted to bar them, but the massy fastenings were far too heavy for their arms. Several of the Priests advanced; and, through their superior knowledge of the bolt-work, and greater strength, the door was secured.

In the square there were none but men; driven hither and thither, slaughtered like sheep, crying in vain for mercy, uttering doleful shrieks, cut down by the scymetar, or felled by the heavy mace. Their shrieks were prolonged or re-echoed from the gallery,

"The angel comes not!"

"They are in the place of Constantine !”
"How long, O LORD, how long?"
"Merciful Panaghia !"

Terror began to heighten, but confidence did not yet wholly vanish.

"He will come! he will come yet!"

"But they are pushing past the Column P

"He only tarries.”

"It is our want of faith."

"He will come, notwithstanding!"

"Is the sky clear ?”

"What is that shout ?"

An awful one for those that had fooled away their chance of escape.

"La illah illa Allah! To the Great Church! To the Great Church! Mahommed resoul Allah! To the Church!" "They are rushing up the steps," was shrieked from the gallery.

"Merciful GOD!"

"Oh that the angel would appear!" "He will never come."

"He will come."

“Pickaxes and crows!" from without; "pickaxes and crows! La illah illa Allah! Run to S. Romanus! Run to the Phanar!-They have barred the doors-pickaxes! pickaxes! bars! bars!"

Wild confusion in the interior. Doleful shrieks— mutual reproaches-curses on Gennadius-faint efforts at believing that help tarried—a lamentable chaos of cries. "What shall I do?"

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"Impossible!"

"Into the Emperor's vaults!"

"It will only be the surer destruction."

"Holy Mother of GOD! They are breaking in the doors!"

"This way! This way! Pass them hand over hand! Pickaxes this way!-Tear off the hinges! Beat in the panels! By the Flight! it is pure silver! Stand back! stand back! room! room!"

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