civil and religious liberty. May God bless and prosper

them.

One more brief notice of a happy day is all we can give. And now we would transport our readers to the far west, and ask them to accompany us to S. John's, Bovey Tracey, the consecration of which beautiful Church was chronicled in our pages last year. The Dedication Feast was kept on the 16th, with due solemnity, and fitting ceremonials. Right glad were we to join the faithful band once, and amongst the many great and undeserved mercies for which we were called upon to return thanks, was the privilege of worshipping once more in that holy and beautiful house, with different hopes to those which we entertained twelve months ago.

We entered into these services twelve months ago. Then, in weakness, we were refreshed; now, in strength, we are strengthened. The Morning Prayers were sung by the Rev. J. T. Somers Cocks, the Rector of Sheviocke, the first Lesson being read by the Rev. H. Lightfoot, and the second by the senior Curate, the Rev. R. K. Cornish. The Litany was sung by the Rev. R. F. Scot, Curate of S. John's, and the Holy Communion was offered by the Vicar, the Hon. and Rev. C. L. Courtenay; the Rev. W. B. Flower, Incumbent of Kingskerswell, acting as the Epistoler, and the Rev. F. Ensor, Dean Rural, and Rector of Lustleigh, as Gospeller; by the last of whom a forcible and impressive sermon was preached. There was a goodly number of communicants, and in the evening there was another full service.

Preparations had been made for a school feast and various amusements in a field not far from the vicarage, but unfortunately the rain began to fall just as the children were about to enjoy themselves, and a great part of the programme of the day was thus necessarily abandoned. We were sorry for this, for the sake of our young friends, who were not, however, disposed to be put aside altogether, as, in spite of the rain, they were determined not to be disappointed in partaking of the tea and cake provided for them, to which they did ample justice. As we watched the innocent mirth of these little ones, even in the midst of their disappointment, and as we looked on the happy chorister boys whose sweet voices we had lis

tened to with so much pleasure, we could not but think how true are the words of Robert Montgomery.

"Heaven to a child comes nearer far

Than in maturer age,

When passion's brunt, and blighting war
Their ceaseless battle wage

Against those young simplicities, which dwell
Deep in the bosom, like a guardian spell.

"Oh! for a reverential eye

To childhood which pertains,
That sees religion in the sky,
And poetry in plains:

To whom a rainbow like a rapture glows,
And all is marvel which th’Almighty shows.

"Blest age of wonder! when a flower,
A blossom, fruit, or tree,

Gives a new zest to each new hour

Which gladdens home with glee:
When like a lisping stream life rolls along,
In happy murmurs of unconscious song.'

In conclusion, we must congratulate the Vicar on the great advancement which his choir has made since we heard it last. We think we may safely say we never heard the old music of the Church more ably or reverently rendered, and that ample justice was done to the Psalter Noted.

L'Ami de la Religion.-We have great pleasure in bringing under the notice of our readers a publication which for its own intrinsic merit, as well as for other reasons, deserves the most cordial support from all true Churchmen. It is, as the title indicates, a French periodical, but unlike the generality of magazines written in that language-it is neither an organ of the Ultramontanists, nor of the French Protestants, but the voice of our own Mother Church of England speaking; it is true in a foreign tongue, but to her own children seattered abroad in the Channel islands, that sadly neglected portion of her especial fold. The condition of those islands in respect to Church matters is but too little known or cared for by many; but those who are acquainted with it, know well that Church principles are there at so very low an ebb, that it requires a very remarkable de

gree of moral courage and energy to make such an effort for their revival as has been made in the publication of the Ami de la Religion. Violently opposed from the commencement by the great majority, and coldly befriended in quarters where help and encouragement were most due, this magazine has proved at once its sterling worth, and the power of truth in the great cause it advocates, by the success it has obtained, and the good it has effected. Much of the unfaithfulness towards the Church which characterizes these islands, must be attributed to ignorance, and against this great evil they have a powerful remedy in this periodical, conducted as it is with very great ability and talent. The hearty zeal and true Catholic mindedness which it displays in every page, is happily tempered by the judgment and caution necessary for the peculiar circumstances of those for whom it is intended; and it has already, we believe, done more than could ever have been hoped or expected, in awakening the inhabitants of those islands to a knowledge of their rich inheritance as members of the Church. Need we say then that we earnestly recommend it to the support of our readers, assuring them at the same time that they will be well repaid for their interest in it, by the pleasure and profit which they will derive from its varied sources of instruction and amusement. For these reasons it is admirably adapted for schools and families where the French language is taught, as there is a great want of such works in that language.

PATIENCE.

Patience!

'Tis the waiting of the Bride,

In the long and weary years,

Till she reach the Bridegroom's Side.

Patience!

'Tis the calm head meekly bowed,
While the driving storm beats o'er it,
Till the Bow is in the cloud.

Notices to Correspondents.

A READER OF THE CHURCHMAN'S COMPANION.-A plain Commentary on the four Gospels, of which 16 parts are published, price Is. each, and which most likely will extend to 24 parts, is published by Mr. Parker, of Oxford; but each part may be had separately from any country bookseller.

A CHURCHWOMAN, and one or two more, are respectfully informed that we cannot undertake to answer anonymous correspondents. The name should be given-of course in confidence.

The "Widow's Child," though pretty in parts, scarcely, we regret to say, comes up to our standard. The Fishermaiden,' "The Dream," "The Sea of Glass," are declined with thanks, and may be had at our publisher's. Though the Fishermaiden is reluctantly returned, as not quite suited to our pages, we shall be glad to have some other contributions from "E." As we often receive contributions for particular seasons when the number in which they should appear is already in type, we beg our kind friends to send their articles ON OR BEFORE THE 15TH OF EACH MONTH. If they will write their name and address upon the papers themselves, and not on the accompanying letters, we shall be obliged.

E. H. W.-The "Waste Land" is also declined, and may be had on application at our publisher's.

A warm-hearted Subscriber is thanked for the stamps for Kingskerswell Schools.

The account of the opening of the church of Papworth S. Agnes, Cambridgeshire, and the poem "The Redbreast,' are in type, and

will be inserted in our next.

"And therefore, as I prosper in this guile,

Write me, or write me not, a prosperous man."

Chapman.

BURSTOW, on leaving the consulting friends, bent his way with all speed to the mansion of Phranza. The streets were nearly deserted; the men, with scarcely an exception, were either talking of, or gazing at, the works on the ramparts; the women, engaged in passionate lamentation, or in contriving schemes of safety, at home. The Lochagus, accustomed from his youth to imminent perils of all descriptions, gave not a thought to the dangers of the next day as regarded himself; but he fully felt them for those over whose welfare he had promised to watch. With Barlaam he was but slightly acquainted; but he felt that he was a man who might be relied on; and was not a little pleased at meeting him in the court of the Palace, before arriving at Phranza's metœcia.

"Well met, Sir Steward!" said he: "my errand concerns you."

"How may that be ?" inquired the old man.

"Let us walk up and down here," said Burstow, "and I will tell you." Which he proceeded to do in as few words as possible.

Well," said Barlaam, when he had heard the tale, I have but a few drops of blood to shed, and but a few years to live; but both one and the other were well