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THE BISHOP AND HIS BIRDS.

THE FUTURE LIFE. A worthy bishop, who died lately at Ratisbon, had for his arms two fieldfares, with the motto—" Are not two sparrows sold

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps for a farthing ?" This strange coat of arms had often excited

The disembodied spirits of the dead, attention, and many persons had wished to know its origin, as it

When all of thee that time could wither sleeps, was generally reported that the bishop had chosen it for himself,

And perishes among the dust we tread ? and that it bore reference to some event in his early life. One day an intimate friend asked him its meaning, and the bishop replied

For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain by relating the following story :

If there I meet thy gentle presence not, Fifty or sixty years ago, a little boy resided at a little village

Nor hear the voice I love, nor read again near Dillengen, on the banks of the Danube. His parents were In thy serenest eyes the tender thought, very poor, and, almost as soon as the boy could walk, he was sent into the woods to pick up sticks for fuel. When he grew older, Will not thy own meek heart demand me there? his father taught him to pick the juniper berries, and carry them That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given : to a neigubouring distiller, who wanted them for making hollands. My name on earth was ever in thy prayer, Day by day the poor boy went to his task, and on his road he Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven ? passed by the open windows of the village school, where he saw the schoolmaster teaching a number of boys of about the same age as In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind, himself. He looked at these boys with feelings almost of envy, so In the resplendence of that glorious sphere, earnestly did he long to be among them. He knew it was in vain And larger movements of the unfettered mind, to ask his father to send him to school, for he knew that his parents Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here? had no money to pay the schoolmaster; and he often passed the whole day thinking, while he was gathering his juniper berries, The love that lived through all the stormy past, what he could possibly do to please the schoolmaster, in the hope

And weekly with my harsher nature bore, of getting some lessons. One day, when he was walking sadly

And deeper grew, and tenderer, to the last, along, he saw two of the boys belonging to the school trying to set

Shall it expire with life, and be no more ! a bird-trap, and he asked one what it was for? The boy told him that the schoolmaster was very fond of fieldfares, and that they

A happier lot than mine, and larger light were setting the trap to catch some. This delighted the poor boy,

Await thee there, for thou hast bowed thy will for he recollected that he had often seen a great number of these

In cheerful homage to the rule of right, birds in the juniper wood, where they came to eat the berries, and

And lovest all, and rendered good for ill. he had no doubt but he could catch some. The next day the little boy borrowed an old basket of bis

For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell, mother, and when he went to the wood he had the great delight to

Shrink and consume the heart as heat the scroll, catch two fieldfares. He put them in the basket, and, tying an old

And wrath has left its scar-that fire of hell handkerchief over it, he took them to the schoolmaster's house.

Has left its frightful scar upon my soul. Just as he arrived at the door, he saw the two little boys who had been setting the trap, and with some alarm he asked them if they

Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky, had caught any birds. They answered in the negative; and the

Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, boy, his heart beating with joy, gained admittance into the school.

The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eyemaster's presence. In a few words he told how he had seen the

Lorelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same! boys setting the trap, and how he had caught the birds, to bring them as a present to the master,

Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home, “A present, my good boy!"' cried the schoolmaster ; "you do

The wisdom that I learned so ill in this not look as if you could afford to make presents. Tell me your

The wisdom that is love,-till I become price, and I will pay it to you, and thank you besides." “I would rather give them to you, sir, if you please," said the

Thy fit companion in that land of bliss ?

W, C. Bryant. boy.

The schoolmaster looked at the boy as he stood before him, with bare head and feet, and ragged trowsers that reached only balf-way down his naked legs.

IS SPONGE A VEGETABLE OR AN ANIMAL ? "You are a very singular boy!" said he ; " but if you will not take money, you must tell me what I can do

The sponge is allowed now to be a living being; but it long for you ; as I cannot accept your present without doing something remained a question, whether it was a vegetable or an animal one. for it in return. Is there anything I can do for you ?"

Its animality is now the belief of the best naturalists. It is “Oh, yes!" said the boy, trembling with delight; “you can

described as fixed and torpid; of various forms, composed of netdo for me what I should like better than anything else.”

work fibres, or of masses of small species interwoven together, and "What is that?" asked the schoolmaster, smiling.

clothed with a gelatinous flesh, full of small mouths on its surface, “Teach me to read,” cried the boy, falling on his knees ; "oh, by which it absorbs and rejects water. The officinalis species, or dear, kind sir, teach me to read.”

common sponge, is found in the Archipelago, the Mediterranean, The schoolmaster complied. The boy came to him at all his and in the Indian Ocean, adhering to rocks by a broad base. It leisure hours, and learnt so rapidly, that the schoolmaster recom

often is seen with some small stones, shells and particles of sand mended him to a nobleman who resided in the neighbourhood. inclosed within its cells, and is sometimes pierced and gnawed by This gentleman, who was as noble in his mind as in his birth, marine animals into irregular winding cavities; but it gives no patronised the poor boy, and sent him to school at Ratisbon. The indication of a sensitiveness greater than that of plants. The boy profited by his opportunities, and when he rose, as he soon

Oculata species, in the British Seas, is from five to ten inches did, io wealth and honours, he adopted two fieldfares as his arms." high. One kind, on the rocks of Guinea, bas a stem as thick as a “What do you mean?” cried the bishop's friend,

finger, and branches as quills, surrounded with small obtuse shaggy I mean,” returned the bishop, with a smile, “ that the poor tufts. Some are in the fresh-water ; and one, in the ocean, is full boy was MYSELF."

of gelatinous flesh.

COURTS OF JUSTICE AMONG THE CROWS.

CHINESE APHORISMS. Those extraordinary assemblies, which may be called crow-courts, are He who toils with pain will eat with pleasure. No duns outside, and no observed here (in the Feroe Islands) as well as in the Scotch isles ; they doctors within. Forbearance is a domestic jewel. Something is learned collect in great numbers as if they had been all summoned for the occasion. every time a book is opened. To stop the hand is the way to stop the mouth. A few of the flock sit with drooping heads; others scem as grave as if they who aims at excellence will be above mediocrity; who aims at mediocrity were judges, and some are exceedingly active and noisy, like lawyers and will fall short of it.-The Chinese, by J. F. Davis, Esq. witnesses : in the course of about half an hour the company generally dis

ORIGIN OF BUTTERFLIES. perse ; and it is not uncommon, after they have flown away, to find one or two left dead on the spot.-Landt's Description of the Feroe Islands.

When Jupiter and Juno's wedding was solemnised of old, the gods were

all invited to the feast, and many noble men besides. Among the rest came PALEY

Chrysalus, a Persian prince, bravely attended, rich in golden attires, in gay This great man, whose mind was so remarkably expert, was particularly robes, with a majestical presence—but otherwise an asse. The gods, seeing clumsy in body. “I was never a good horseman," he used to say of himself, him come in such pomp and state, rose up to give him place; but Jupiter, " and when I followed my father on a pony of my own, on my first journey perceiving that he was a light, phantastick, idle fellow, turned him and his to Cambridge, I fell off seven times : I was lighter then than I am now, and proud followers into butterflies: and so they continue still (for aught I my falls were not likely to be serious. My father, on hearing a thump, know to the contrary), roving about in pied coats, and are called Chrysa. would turn his head half aside and say, “ Take care of thy money, lad.'"- lides by the wiser sort of men ; that is, golden outsides, drones, flies, and Meadley's Memoirs of Dr. Paley.

things of no worth.-Burton,

SOLITUDE.
YOUTHFUL SPIRIT.

He had need to be well underlaid that knows how to entertain the time Mr. Urquhart visited Alyzea, a city which, he tells us, once possessed the

and himself with his own thoughts. Company, variety of employments or “ Labours of Hercules," by Lysippus, and “the walls" whereof " are in the

recreations, may wear out the day with the emptiest hearts; but when a best Hellenic style."

man hath no society but himself, no task to set himself upon but what “The excitement which the arrival of Europeans everywhere produced, arises from his own bosom, surely, if ho have not a good stock of former was here called forth in a most striking manner. They thronged round me, notions, or an inward mint of new, he shall soon run out of all, and, as anxiously inquiring where the limits really were to be ; and when I told

some forlorn bankrupt, grow weary of himself.-Bishop Hall. them that they were without, they stood like men who had listened to a sentence of death. A fine, intelligent boy, certainly not more than ten years

RECREATION. of age, and who for an hour had been leading me about the ruins, exclaimed, Make thy recreation servant to thy business, lest thou become slave to thy "We never will allow the Turks to come here again ! Will you prevent recreation. When thou goest up into the mountain, leave this servant in the them, my little man ?" said I. With a look and attitude full of indignation, valley; when thou goest to the city, leave him in the suburbs; and rememhe replied, You may laugh, if you please, but the Turks will never take

ber, the servant must not be greater than the master.-Quarles. alive even a little child. I would shoot my sister,' pointing to a girl older than himself, sooner than that she should again be made a slave.'"

MARCH OF OMBRELLAS. Urquhart's Spirit of the East.

When umbrellas marched first into this quarter (Blairgowrie), they were A GOOD COMPANION.

sported only by the minister and the laird, and were looked upon by the A companion that is cheerful, and free from swearing and scurrilous

common class of people as a perfect phenomenon. One day, Daniel MŁO

went to pay his rent to Colonel M‘Pherson, at Blairgowrie House: when discourse, is worth gold. I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon each other next morning; nor men, that cannot well

about to return, it came on a shower, and the colonel politely offered him

the loan of an umbrella, which was politely and proudly accepted of; and bear it, to repent the money they spend when they be warmed with drink. And take this for a rule : you may pick out such times and such compa

Daniel, with his head two or three inches higher than usual, marched off. nions, that you may make yourselves merrier for a little than a great deal

Not long after he had left, however, to the colonel's surprise, he again spes

Daniel posting towards him with all possible haste, still o'ertopped by his of money; for “'tis the company, and not the charge, that makes the feast."-Izaak Walton.

cotton canopy (silk umbrellas were out of the question in those days), which

he held out, saluting him with—“Hae, hae, Cornel! this 'll never do; DEBR FORESTS OF SCOTLAND.

there's no a door in a' my house that 'll tak' it in: my verra barn-door Many are still the deer-forests of Scotland, but they are not what they winna tak' it in!"-Glasgow Constitutional. were. Once a whole forest was dedicated to the service of the chase alone.

ADVERSITY. You might have travelled from Banffshire to Ben Nevis without deviating from the region possessed by the noble Huntly. Sutherland, throughout The lessons of adversity are often the most benignant when they seem the the whole of its extent, was one prodigious forest, and so it still is, although most severe. The depression of vanity sometimes ennobles the feeling. the introduction of sheep-farming has made it lose its old pre-eminence. The mind which does not wholly sink under misfortune rises above it more We need not mention more : the time has been, and it is not yet far distant, lofty than before, and is strengthened by affliction.Chenevir. when a herd of deer was to be found on every mountain north of the Tay,

POISONOUS BEADS. and the slaughter at cach tinchel was as great as that of the dolorous hunt which caused the fight of Chevy Chase. Did we say north of the Tay? Those beautiful red seeds with a black spot brought from India, which are Tho time has been when a fairer forest than any in the rugged Highlands sometimes worn as ornaments of dress, are said by the natives to be so dangrew on the banks of Ettrick and of Yarrow, and "down by Teviotdale." gerous, that the half of one of them is sufficiently poisonous to destroy & That forest has been sung by many a bard, and, though now destroyed (all man. This account, however, seems to exceed probability; but that they bara save a few old trees on the banks and scaurs of St. Mary's Lake, melancholy a very prejudicial quality I have no doubt ; for within my own knowledge memorials of the rest !), will flourish in memory as long as the Scottish I have seen an extraordinary effect of the poison of one of these peas. A poor minstrelsy is sung, and the decds which it celebrates remembered with woman who had some of them given to her, and who did not choose to be at affection and with pride. Yes, the days have indeed altered since

the expense of having them drilled to make a necklace, put the seeds into « King James and a' his companie

hot water till they were sufficiently soft to be perforated with a large needle. Rade down the Meggat glen;"

In performing this operation, she accidentally wounded her finger, which

soon swelled and became very painful, the swelling extending to the whole and the echoes of Loch Skene will never more be wakened by the baying of hand; and it was a considerable time before she recovered the use of it. the hound and merry blast of the horn!-Sporting Magazine.

The botanical name of the plant that produces this pea is Abrus precatoVALOUR.

rius.-Elements of the Science of Botany, as established by Linnæus. I love the man that is modestly valiant; that stirs not till he must needs,

ECONOMY and then to purpose.-0. Feltham.

All to whom want is terrible, upon whatever principle, ought to think FISHING CORMORANTS AND FIGHTING QUAILS IN CHINA.

themselves obliged to learn the sage maxims of our parsimonious ancestors,

and attain the salutary arts of contracting expense; for without economy Tho fishing cormorant, which is trained to dive and catch the unwary

none can be rich, and with it few can be poor. The mere power of saving fish, proves very useful. To prevent it from swallowing its prey, an iron

what is already in our hands must be of easy acquisition to every mind; and ring is put around its neck, so that it is obliged to deliver its quota to its

as the example of Lord Bacon may show that the highest intellect cannot It is as well trained as the falcon in Europe, and seldom fails to

safely neglect it, a thousand instances every day prove that the humblest return to its master, who rewards its fidelity by feeding it with the offals of

may practise it with success.-Rambler. the fish it has caught. On the coast, a great number of curlews are to be found. Quails, which are to be met with in great quantities in the north,

SECRETS OF COMFORT. are greatly valued by the Chinese, on account of their fighting qualities. Though sometimes small evils, like invisíble insects, inflict pain, and a They carry them about in a bag, which hangs from their girdle, treat them single hair may stop a vast machine, yet the chief secret of comfort lies in with great care, and blow occasionally a reed, to rouse their fierceness. not suffering trifles to vex one, and in prudently cultivating an underWhen the bird is duly washed, which is done very carefully, they put him growth of small pleasures, since very few great ones, alas! are let on long under a sieve with his antagonist, strew a little Barbadoes millet on the leases.-Sharp's Essays. ground, so as to stimulate the envy of the two quails: they very soon com. mence a fight, and the owner of the victor wins the prize. Good fighting London: WILLIAM SMITH, 113, Fleet Street. Edinburgh: FRASER quails sell at an enormous price, and are much in request.-Gutzlaf's China. & Co. Dublin: CURRY & Co-Printed by Bradbury & Evans, Whitefriars.

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to see the beasts in the Zoological Gardens in the Regent's Park, PREACHERS AND PREACHING IN LONDON.*

or to get an appetite for dinner in Hyde Park. But Greenwich SUNDAY in London is indeed a motley thing; and to the pro- Park swarms with those who have already dined, and who are vincialist, who pays a visit to the metropolis during summer, must dunned by female “ touters," all obligingly tormenting passengers, present a curious subject for speculation. In the morning of a by asking if they will step in and take tea. As the fashionable fine summer Sunday, there is a stillness in the atmosphere which world rolls homeward to dinner, to close their morning, and begin contrasts strongly with the jarring chaos of sounds that stuns the their day, the religious world comes forth to hear the evening ears on the six secular days. Groups of working men may be seen sermon. Meantime, roads and river are alive ;-steam-boats and at corners, or sauntering up and down, or loitering about the doors small boats smoke, jostle, and float on the river ; and omnibuses, of the public-houses ; barbers are busy in their vocation ; butchers, coaches, gigs, and tradesmen's light carts, swarm on the highways. green-grocers, butter-men, and other venders of kitchen wares, Public-houses, re-opened at five, expect a choice portion of are waiting for that portion of the Saturday's late-paid wages custom during the remainder of the evening; and tea-gardens in which has not yet reached them; and omnibuses are already the suburbs, after a winter fast, look for a summer feast on beginning to be filled with slaves of the desk, the counter, or the Sundays. workshop, who are anxious to escape to the outskirts. Bells of

There may be about eight hundred clergymen and religious many tones begin to ring over the huge city; carriages convey teachers employed in London on a Sunday. What are they doing? stately inmates to church and chapel; and well-dressed crowds Busy, doubtless ; and as doubtless is there a prodigious outpouring pour forth on foot. Idlers hang over the parapet of London of intellect and eloquence during a Sunday's ministrations. Busy, bridge, gazing on the busy scene below; steamers are smoking, earnest, and zealous many of them are ; but the amount of intellect hissing, and cramming. Eleven o'clock arrives, and the public and eloquence distributed amongst the London congregations on a houses close their doors, and eject their customers ; while the Sunday is not exceedingly high. Out of the whole eight hundred bakers' shops remain open a little longer, to receive the latest-of whom at least six hundred must be considered as men of made pie, or the recently bought round of beef or leg of mutton, education, many of them scholars, and, we presume, all of them with which some dawdler hurries over, still asseverating that she devoted to their work, and giving their time to it,-not more than "aint a bit too late."

a dozen or eighteen could be picked out, whose mental qualificaThis may be called the first act of the living drama ; now for the tions rise above mediocrity. Preaching is no part of Christianity second. About six hundred places of Worship, large and small, itself; it is but a human means of recommending the truths of from the spired church to the humbler hall or room, contain con- Christianity; and as it deals with the highest interests of huma. gregations of all opinions, and join in varied services. Working nity, the very highest powers of the human intellect should be men in the outskirts are dressing their portions of garden-ground. devoted to it. But the general level of London preaching is low. Mothers and daughters, in streets containing a working popula- If it were possible for a man to go round all the churches and tion, are busily employed in scrubbing and cleaning, and preparing chapels of the metropolis in a day, and to listen to all the sermons for the dinner at one; Sunday's dinner being the all-important preached, he would be annoyed at the small amount of solid dinner of the week. The streets are comparatively quiet, but the instruction and wisdom he could extract from the mass. Many great thoroughfares are busily thronged. Here and there a street earnest men he would assuredly have heard-many zealously preacher gathers a small group around him. Walkers, as they affected to their work, and anxious to do good. But, if he were a pass a church or chapel, look in, to see or hear what is going on.

man of any scriptural information at all, he would be surprised, as But, on the whole, the second act, which lasts from eleven till one, he walked from church to chapel, to hear how frequently the same is a period of quietness and repose.

common-places were repeated-how often assertions went in place At one o'clock commences an entirely new portion of the of proofs—how often an entire hour would be filled up with a London Sunday. The churches and chapels are emptying; the torrent of words. In truth, any auditor, of the slightest mental public-houses open, and pot-boys, in clean shirts and aprons, activity, and accustomed to pulpit oratory, might, in nineteen sally out with their porter, and make the bye-streets to echo with

cases out of every twenty, as soon as a London preacher gave out their cry; fathers, sons, mothers, daughters, and servants, stream his text, anticipate the entire scope of the discourse,—if, in fact, out from bakers’ shops, and send abroad a savoury smell of pies and he could not lay down the heads, and guess the paragraphs. pork, beef and pudding; and the whole world of London, except This lamentable waste of moral and intellectual power' and the fashionable world and its imitators, sit down to dinner. Three opportunity is followed by many bad results. Ministers of very o'clock draws on, and the public-houses are shut once more. But ordinary capacity are elevated into demigods, and become the those who have staid at home to eat their dinner now go forth to worshipped, each of a coterie. Within their charmed circle, they enjoy the fresh air. It is afternoon at the east end, and morning have a certain potency; out of it, they are powerless. To dissent at the west. From four till six the fashionable world wheels out, from the extravagant adulation bestowed on our own minister,”

* The Metropolitan Pulpit ; or, Sketches of the most popular Preachers is to provoke almost the certainty of hatred from some people ; in London. Two volumes. London, Virtue, 1839.

while the character of any other clergyman, equally good and

VOL. 1.

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Bradbury and Evans, Printers, Whitefriars.

equally clever, may be freely canvassed in their presence. Each opinions. Speaking of earnestness in preaching, he says, “ I can congregation may be said, to a certain extent, to bottle up its own conceive it quite possible that a preacher's mind may be so deeply Christianity for its own use—the "wells of salvation" are made interested in the truths he is proclaiming, as to impart a more than private property. And while particular ministers are worshipped ordinary vehemence to his manner, without in the slightest degree and run after, their very defects are marked, and changed into transgressing the dictates of a sound judgment. Whitfield was a virtues, and, in the strong language of Dr. Chalmers, they are striking instance in point. He threw his whole heart and soul into borne onwards amid “the hosannahs of a drivelling generation." his sermons, and his manner altogether was of the most impas

If any proof be required of our assertions, or rather of our sioned kind of which we can form any conception; and yet we opinions, we would point to the volumes which have led us to make know, from his published discourses, that there was nothing these remarks. We do not set up for critics, and have no ambi- extravagant in his matter.And this is said of Whitfield ! Of tion to undertake the ungracious and sometimes spiteful task of him, who from the pulpit called on the angel Gabriel to stop ere reviewing books. But here are two handsome-looking volumes, he entered the sacred portals! Of him whose preaching matter got up by an author, who boasts of having had 20,000 copies sold was one continued extravagance, only redeemed by his earnestof his * Random Recollections of the Houses of Lords and ness, and the almost inimitable artificial skill of his manner ! Commons," and 15,000 copies of his “Great Metropolis.” The We have noticed these incidental matters, merely to show that author has some facility in sketching the externals of a character, we are quite aware of the value of the volumes we are noticing : and has a lively, gossiping style ; and as he professes to have still, we think that the book is not an absolute caricature; and picked up his information amongst religious people, we must though, we doubt not, many clergymen, as well as their friends, (after allowing for the artist's defects) take his picture as some- will have no great reason to be flattered, still one may see from it thing like a resemblance. Let us see, then, what he tells us about that the superficial author fancies that he has hit off some striking London preachers and preaching. To do justice, however, to the likenesses. The book is mainly composed of twaddling stories subject, we must premise, that the writer has a most indiscrimi- picked up in religious coteries, and is a sort of indiscriminate nating and capacious swallow; he believes most religiously every- daub, wherein every clergyman described is lauded as great, good, thing he hears ; takes an apocryphal story, which has been and clever. The author tells the following indelicate story about appropriated to half-a-dozen individuals, on the faith of the last the late Rev. Matthew Wilks. person who repeated it; and makes some ludicrous blunders. This reverend gentleman, according to our authority, was very

As an instance of the latter, take the following about the late anxious to get up a matrimonial connexion between a brother well-known Dr. Waugh :

minister and a lady of fortune. He accordingly sent him with a Perhaps of all quotations which he ever made from profane letter of introduction, which ran thus :writers, none surprised his people so much as one we made from

“ My dear Madam-Allow nic to introduce to you my worthy friend, the one of Burns's songs, on a sacramental occasion. I am indebted

Rey. Mr. A. for the anecdote to a lady who was at the time, and continued till

“ If you're a cat, his death, one of his members. The communicants were seated

You'll smell a rat! at the sacramental table, and he, according to the custom of the

“ Yours truly, Matt. WILKS." Presbyterian church of Scotland, was addressing them, or, as it is technically called, serving the table,' previous to the distribution This very creditable epistle is accompanied by a descriptive narraof the elements. In the middle of his address he said, as nearly tion, about how the lady was confused, and the gentleman was as my informant could remember the words, 'You are all, commu- confused, and how they recovered their confusion, and how the nicants, acquainted with the popular song of your countryman, in gentleman waited on the lady afterwards without the intervention which, speaking of the warm affection which a lassie cherishes for of any such introductory epistles, and how they got happily her lover, he represents her saying,

married. ! His very foot, there's music in't,

Of Rowland Hill, on whose memory is plastered almost every odd As he comes up the stairs.'

or droll story that is told of cccentric clergymen, we have, amongst

others, the following. It seems that a number of ministers were A feeling of surprise at a quotation from such a writer as Burns, assembled in the house of a friend, and, in conversation, had got on such a solemn occasion as that on which they were at the time over head and ears in the profundities of the origin of moral evil, met, was simultaneously experienced by all present; and every one and the freedom of the will. “ Mr. Hill had all the while been wondered in his own mind how the Doctor could convert such alternately reading a book and looking out at a window which com, lines to a spiritual purpose. He soon satisfied them on the point,” manded a rather pleasant prospect. When the party had finished &c. &c.

their discussion, one of them remarked to Mr. Hill that he had not Now, we fancy our English readers are all acquainted with the expressed his opinion on the point in dispute. The remark was popular song of " Nae luck about the house," and are aware, not echoed and re-echoed by nearly all present, when at last one of only that it was not written by Burns, but that, instead of being an them, who was a great stickler for the freedom of the will, asked expression of the warm affection which a lassie cherishes for her him point-blank bis opinion on the subject. Mr. R.' said Mr. lover," the song is the joyous outpouring of a wife on hearing of Hill, turning himself to the gentleman in whose house the party the safe arrival of her husband. We dare say, if Dr. Waugh did were,—Mr. R., I have been amused with a pig of yours which quote the lines, be quoted them correctly, in that sense, so fami- was running about on the green-sward below the window, [the liar to Scottish theology, that “the husband is the head of the window, be it recollected, “commanded a rather pleasant prowife, even as Christ is the head of the church.” The matter, spect,"] while you were all immersed in metaphysics. Does your however, is too refined to be appreciated by our worthy author, pig shave ?' who, nevertheless, is reputed to be himself a Scotchman: he heard “Every one present looked at the other in utter amazement at the story; it was enough ; and accordingly made a “prief” in his the oddity of the question. Mr. R. replied, with a sort of smile, note-book.

Shave, Mr. Hill! who ever heard of a pig shaving?' (ay, who?) Again, speaking of the Hon. and Rev. Baptist Wriothesley Noel, "" "Then your pig does not shave, does she?' interrogated the the well-known minister of St. John's Chapel, Bedford-row, he eccentric old gentleman. exclaims, “Oh! it is a delightful thing to see a man, whose rank “No-certainly not,' replied the other. (A very proper and and fortune and accomplishments would ensure his ready admis- decided answer.] sion into the very highest circles of society, and whose nearest "! And why does she not shave ?' was Mr. Hill's next question. relations constantly associate with the élite of the land, choosing “ This was confusion worse confounded. Mr. R. knew not rather to be the humble, self-denying minister of Christ, than to what answer to return to the query, and accordingly hesitated as enjoy the fascinating, though, in a moral sense, too often fatal, if thinking what he ought to say. pleasures of fashionable life !' To this he appends a note, in “. Ah! you can't answer my question, I perceive,' observed which he coolly informs us, “ Lord Farnham, his brother, and Mr. Hill. The continued silence of Mr. R., as well as that of the Lady Farnham, his sister-in-law, form part of the household of company, was a virtual admission that the interrogatory was a the Queen." If one name is, to our author, just as good as

poser. another, he might, out of respect to his readers, before he com- " . Then,' said Mr. Hill, after a moment's pause, still address mitted this information to press, have looked into a Penny ing himself to Mr. R., then I must answer it myself. Your pig Almanac, and, perhaps, have substituted the name of Lady Barham does not sit upon her hind legs, and shave like animals of the for that of the two Farnhams.

biped class, simply because she has not the will.'" Such are specimens of our author's facts--here is one of his We should have thought that the reason why a pig does not shave, is simply because there are neither razors nor barbers in a of talent, than about the faithful and effectual exhibition of the piggish community; and that a calf don't wear breeches, because it truth. His manner has all the appearance of sincerity about it. has got no tailor. But, in the words of our author, “it were No one could hear him, even for a few minutes, without quitting impossible” to depart from this pig's story, without giving the the place with a thorough conviction, that his heart is in the winding-up reflections, which may be taken as a general specimen work." “Mr. Dale's personal appearance is not imposing. He of how to improve a joke.

is under the middle stature, but rather firmly made. In his gait “ It were impossible to describe the effect which this happy he has a slight stoop. Usually when walking in the streets, his piece of ridicule of those who can dogmatise with so much compla- eyes look towards the pavement, as if he were lost in contemplacency on matters which are utterly beyond their comprehension, tion. I believe his mind is often occupied with some train of had on all present. Every one felt more mortified than another, thought, when proceeding along the streets or lanes of London. and each came to a resolution in his own mind, that if he ever

His complexion is of a dark pale, if there be not a contradietion again engaged in a dispute respecting the freedom of the will, it in the expression. His face is somewhat thin ; his brow is narrow, would not be in the presence of Rowland Hill.” (!!!)

and slightly contracted. His eyebrows are prominent and proWe must pass from the dead to the living ; and shall begin with jecting. His features—" but we shall not give any more of Mr.

Dale's marks. the Rev. Henry Melvill, of Camden Chapel, Camberwell, who is, in the words of our sketcher, “the most popular preacher in

With the exception of Mr. Dale, the few clergymen of the London. I am doing no injustice to other ministers, whether in established church in London, who are run after, preach in epis, the church or out of it, in saying this. The fact is not only sus

copal chapels, in most cases purchased for them by their friends. ceptible of proof, but is often proved in a manner which all must Such is the case with Mr. Melvill; Baptist Wriothesley Noel admit to be conclusive. When a sermon is advertised to be preaches in St. John's Chapel, Bedford-row, of which the late preached by Mr. Melvill, in any church or chapel in the metro

well-known Cecil was minister; and the Rev. Thomas Mortimer polis, the number of strangers attracted to the particular place is preaches in Gray's-inn-lane Chapel, which was purchased by him, invariably greater than is ever drawn together in the same church self, aided by his friends. The Rev. T. J. Judkin, of Somers', or chapel, when any of the other popular ministers in London are

town Chapel, “ is,” says our author, “what is called a lady's appointed to preach on a precisely similar occasion."

preacher. He is greatly run after by the sex. Even when he Mr. Melvill, it seems, “only preaches one sermon on the preaches in any church or chapel in the neighbourhood, there is Sunday, and does not preach at all during the week." “ His always a marked preponderance of ladies among his hearers." discourses," continues our gossip, " ought to be finished compo.

Amongst preachers of the Scotch church in London, “the Rev. sitions ; for I am assured by those who know him, that, on an

John Cumming, of Crown-court Church, Little Russel - street, average, he devotes from seven to eight hours each day, during Covent-garden, is one of the most rising preachers of any denomi. six days of the week, to the preparation of the sermon which he nation in the metropolis. When he accepted the pastoral charge delivers on the Sabbath evening. He shuts himself up in his of the church and congregation in Crown-court, five years ago, study, refusing to be seen by any visitors, except in very peculiar the number of his stated hearers did not exceed eighty: now the circumstances, for the above length of time, every day, from average attendance is between four hundred and fifty and five Monday till Saturday. And when thus as completely shut out hundred." He is only thirty years of age, and," from the footing from the world as if buried in one of the cloisters of some monas.

he has already gained in the metropolis, and with the advantages tery, he presses all the powers of his mind, and all his varied of youth and energy, and enterprise, on bis side, he has the reading, into his service, while preparing for his pulpit exhibition prospect before him, if his life be spared, of a lengthened career." on the following Sunday evening. He displays as much solicitude

There are several very clever men among the Independents, of about the composition of each successive sermon, as if that

whom Professor Vaughan, and the Rev. Thomas Binney, of Weighsermon, instead of being heard by only 2,500 persons, were to be house Chapel, London-bridge, may, on the whole, be considered preached to the entire population of the kingdom."

as the most intellectual. At least forty hours every week spent on the composition of a single sermon! Where did our gossip get his information ? “ The personal appearance of the reverend gentleman is far

A PARTY of boors had gone out to hunt a herd of buffaloes, from being striking. He has a small, thin face, with features which were grazing on a piece of marshy ground, interspersed with which are by no means calculated to inspire the spectator with an

groves of yellow-wad and mimosa trees, on the very spot where the impression of his being a man of superior intellect. His eyes are village of Somerset is now built. As they could not conve. less than the average size, and are of a light blue. His forehead niently get within shot of the game without crossing part of the is straight, but not very high. His complexion is of a darkish vallée, or marsh, which did not afford a safe passage for horses, hue, and would at times lead to the conclusion that his ardour in they agreed to leave their steeds in charge of their Hottentots, and the discharge of his ministerial duties, or some other cause, had to

to advance on foot; thinking that, if any of the buffaloes should some extent affected his health." “ Some time ago, while the pas

turn upon them, it would be easy to escape by retreating across sages of his chapel were most densely crowded by strangers anxious the quagmire, which, though passable for man, would not support to hear him preach, he observed an old and frail man among the the weight of a heavy, quadruped. They advanced accordingly, number. He immediately opened the door of his own pew, in and, under covert of the bushes, approached the game with such which there was just room for one more person, and desired the advantage, that the first volley brought down three of the herd, aged infirm man to step into it, and take a seat. What made and so severely wounded the great bull-leader, that he dropped on the act more kind and condescending, was the circumstance of his knees, bellowing furiously. Thinking him mortally wounded, there being so many ladies and gentlemen in the crowded passages. the foremost of the huntsmen issued from the covert, and began The reading of the service had but just commenced, and Mr. reloading his musket as he advanced to give him a finishing shot. Melvill turned up the various parts of the Prayer-book which the But, no sooner did the infuriated animal see his foe in front of clerk referred to, and shared the book with the old man. The him, than he sprang up and rushed headlong upon him. The latter was so overcome with a sense of Mr. Melvill's condescend. man, throwing down his heavy gun, fled towards the quagmire ; ing kindness, that he could not refrain from shedding tears while but the beast was so close upon him that he despaired of escaping, he thought of it."

in that direction, and, turning suddenly round a clump of copseWe know not which most to admire in this anecdote :- the of it. The raging beast, however, was too quick for him.

wood, began to climb an old mimosa-tree which stood at one side exquisite delicacy which marvels that an aged infirm man should Bounding forward with a roar, which my informant described as be preferred to stout ladies and gentlemen, or the fawning adula- being one of the most frightful sounds he ever heard, he caught tion which talks about "condescending kindness.”

the unfortunate man with his terrible horns, just as he bad nearly Another very popular preacher belonging to the establishment, escaped his reach, and tossed him into the air with such force, is the Rev. Thomas Dale, vicar of St. Bride's, Fleet-street, and that 'the body fell, dreadfully mangled, into a cleft of the tree. evening lecturer in St. Sepulchre's, Snow-hill. “Though his The buffalo ran round the tree once or twice, apparently looking discourses exhibit all the traces of great care in the preparation, for the man, until, weakened with loss of blood, he agaiii sank on I never could observe anything either about them or him which his knees. The rest of the party, recovering from their confusion, could justify the opinion, that when addressing his people he is then came up and despatched him, though too late to save their more solicitous about what should be thought of himself as a man comrade, whose body was hanging in the tree quite dead.-Pringle.

A BUFFALO HUNT.

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