purpose:-attuned in homage of Him before whom so many worlds move in order and "give out music as they go, "it is but the reverberation, as it were, of the inaudible but not invisible concord that pervades the universe; the sacrifice of accordant sound to its refulgent Soul and Source !

C.-The poet Wordsworth, referring to the sudden and spreading rise of new churches, describes the time as conscious of its want. In regard to the energy, the absence or paralysation of which in our services you bewail, this consciousness of a privilege, in many places inadequately appreciated, and in some (excepting in form) passed into desuetude, approves itself to be reviving, and in the symptoms of resuscitation which it exhibits, gives us grateful

66 help, when we would weave

A crown for Hope."

E. The wedding chime for an only child could not more sadden me in its first effect or more gladden me in its second, than that past stifling and present unshackling of the spirit of reverential song. And depend on it our Church will experience a mighty strengthening of her sinews in nourishing this breath of song. For her symmetry and fair proportions, "long concealed, concealed and cherished long," are developing largely now before children capable of the

only invulnerable allegiance—an intelligent one. Day by day our Fathers' Faith has fewer champions on the sole score of its having been the Faith of our Fathers —though that challenge hath a magic charm over many hearts;-but daily are augmenting its puissant defenders, whose consciences have weighed its tenets and found them not wanting. And thus the attachment of our time is combining the deep veneration of the soul with the warm affection of the heart.— You have alluded to the "joyful haste" with which ascending spires and the sound of " the church-going bell" are gladdening the land, fertilising its length and breadth. 'Tis the sovereign'st characteristic of the age! The Proposer of Fifty new Churches in a single city, will need no elaborate epitaph to invite the praises of posterity.

The timepiece sounded reprovingly, and I arose to leave, taking a slight liberty with Spenser―

"Ere long the northerne waggoner will set

His sevenfold teame behind the steadfast starre."

E-Ah! Alma Mater has seduced us from the Faery Queene! yet, soft as a melody of love murmuring in the heart's core is the Requiem of Reason, Fancy, Imagination, at thought or sight or sound of Name of Gentle Edmund Spenser!-Name sculptured in memory deeper than in marble, and wreathed with

faery flowers, lowly as though warmed into being by the starlight-in keeping with the Poet's predominating traits. You seldom meet with Edmund in a storm, or behold his eye "in a fine frenzy rolling," but he conducts you on a calmly-flowing tide, over waters whose little heavings and undulations are lit by moonbeams, to a garden which you know has golden fruit: for now and then you see it; but the greater part of its produce is netted-sometimes very thickly netted. And now, if you persist in going, "A Dieu!” in serious significancy. But harkye! never reproach gentle Edmund again, unless for this-and then hushed as a spirit's voice, for he confesses the foible— that "the whole intention of his conceit is too clowdily enwrapped in allegorical devises."*

*Letter to Raleigh,

CHAPTER III.

The Elder proffers an opinion upon lordsworth.

"I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
And do remain as neuter."-YORK, in RICH. II.

THREE days had elapsed since the interview which closed with the last chapter, and in company with applications for professional "opinions from all sorts of people," Rowland Hill's emissary for the district in which my chambers were situate, deposited therein on the morning of the fourth day the original of the following:

Ivy Lodge, 9th Ap. 41.

"Did my parting salutation on Monday night include an 'Au revoir ?-My reminiscent faculties resolved into a committee of inquiry betimes this morning, and the result is present pyrrhonism. Once for all, prythee cause the deep umbrage' of my locale to prate of your whereabouts whensoever you will, and consider the old man here as your friend.

I seldom remember to invite; make therefore this injunction a standing one, like the whoop of "Hereditary Bondsmen !"

"Your apprehension concerning the expediency of refixing the kalends to suit the disordered state of the months, may soothe itself in contemplating April, true to its ancient reputation of Inconstant, and not unlike a fair form torn by epilepsy. What a fit the poor month suffered on Friday! Would the Meteorological Society accept my theory of the frequent sulkiness of Friday?-a crude allegory upon practices in the Commons' House; to wit, that an elemental opposition goes on against the Tory Premier, Sol, on Fridays, and that the fine old fellow is sometimes overpowered for a brief space by an incongruous coalition, lashed into turmoil by a most obstreperous tail.

"But he has recovered the mastery; and if any stormy malcontent, in the guise of a cloud, presumes to rise in his presence, and to cough or expectorate, the gorgeous Minister radiates the splenetic effusion with prismatic colors. The profound in these matters affirm that we severally sustain an immense pressure of atmospheric air-I forget if it be hundreds-weight or tons per square inch of shoulder.-How is it that no philanthropic senator, casting a lynx-eye on the fardels which affect the masses, has entered his protest against this grievous oppression. Is it not enough