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the Lord, O my soul ; and all that is within me, praise His holy name. Sometimes part of the Te Deum were recognised. Such were the nightly orisons of this holy

Words of instruction and consolation were continually flowing from his lips; so that it was scarcely possible to enjoy his society even for a short time without growing wiser and better. His actions, however, spoke more forcibly than language; the beauty of holiness shone forth in all his conversation, irradiated his coun. tenance, and gave a peculiar charm to every thing he said

or did.

In 1722, the bishop, in the discharge of his duty as the guardian of the sacraments, forbade the governor's wife to approach the holy table, as a punishment for a very scandalous calumny which she had disseminated. A clergyman having disobeyed this injunction of the bishop, he was suspended; and the result was, that the bishop was illegally seized and imprisoned, with his two vicarsgeneral. During this affliction, the bishop was occupied in prayer and meditation, and in plans for the advancement of his Master's kingdom. The poor were loud in their lamentations; and being indignant at the injustice practised towards their beloved pastor, they were about to level the governor's house to the ground, when they were restrained by the voice of their bishop, who spoke to them from his prison, and exhorted them to peace and submission. At length he was released on appeal to the king. The day of his release was of universal rejoicing. The multitudes extended for three miles in length, scattering flowers beneath his feet, to the sound of music and loud rejoicings. Bishop Wilson's strictness in observing ecclesiastical discipline may be collected from the circumstances already alluded to.

At length he was to be called away to his reward in heaven. He beheld the approach of death with peace

and calmness, but with the deepest humility. Shortly before his death, a crowd of poor people were assembled in the hall to receive his blessing and alms, when he was overheard saying, “ God be merciful to me a sinner, a vile sinner, a miserable sinner !" He fell into delirium some weeks before his decease, but his dreams were filled with visions of angels. He died in 1755, in the ninety-third year of his age.—Palmer.


“IF he who rears the combatants for cities, or trains soldiers for the service of kings, enjoys the chiefest honours, how far higher are the prizes, how many the crowns, which we shall receive, who educate so many great and noble men-nay, more truly should I say, angels—for God." So said St. Chrysostom of old : we may well apply the words to the pious and munificent sole founder of the two St. Mary Winton Colleges.

Upon the outskirts of the pleasant and time-honoured City of Winchester, rises a tall and graceful tower,--an isolated conical hill, called St. Catherine, forms the background-green meads, laced with the silvery windings of the clear and sunny Itchen, stretch behind it far away, up to the calm sequestered Hospital of St. Cross—a belt of noble trees girds it in,-it is “ Wykeham’s grey tower.” Many years ago, William of Wykeham, an almost friendless boy, studied in the humble school which then stood upon that site. The Father of the Fatherless watched over the orphan, and raised him up a protector and a generous patron. Sir Nicholas Uvedale, Lord of the Manor of Wykeham, and sometime Constable of Winchester Castle, and Lord Lieutenant of Southampton, having reared him up in the knowledge of the day, received him into his household as his secretary. The boy never forgot, in his after day of prosperity, the kindly friend of his youth : and upon the gateway of Winchester College still is carved the legend “ Uvedale Patron of Wykeham.” The Bishop of Winchester at that time, William de Edyngden, was attracted by the humility and learning of Wykeham, now grown up into early manhood, and promoted him to the office of his attorney at law, and clerk. Here it was, no doubt, that he first learned the germs of that noble art, whereby he beautified and adorned " the place of God's Sanctuary,” in which he then prayed. The palace of the king of England, Edward the Third, next received him. It was now that his skill in architecture promoted him in the first place in the monarch's esteem. He became, by successive patents, Chief Warden and Surveyor of all the Royal Castles of Windsor, Ledes, Dover, and Hadlam, and other desmesnes and manors. To him, Windsor owes principally its present grandeur. The wily courtiers longed to lessen his influence, and to rise upon the ruined fortunes of the rival favourite. Upon one of the towers, Wykeham engraved the inscription, “ This made Wykeham.” This was of course quoted as an instance of the architect's vanity, and desire to rob the king of his just pride in rearing those noble works, which were then nearly completed. The honesty of Wykeham was the best and true answer to the malicious rumour :“Nay, sire,” said he, “your bounty and generosity in permitting me to be your craftsman, has made Wykeham what he is.” His talent and genius promoted him still higher. As public notary and counsellor, he took a prominent part in the famous treaty of Bretigny, accompanying his master to Calais. Honours flowed in fast upon him from that time. Dean of the Royal Chapel, Keeper of the Privy Seal, Prelate of the Most Honourable Order of the Garter, Secretary to the King, Chief Speaker in the Great Council of the nation in each office he shone, as he whom “ the king delighted to honour.”

His early patron, the good Bishop of Winchester, had passed from this life to that which is for ever; and Wykeham left the rectory of Pelham, in Norfolk, to succeed to his throne and see.

Twice after this time he became Lord High Chancellor of England. But there was an inheritance more enduring, a coronet brighter than his mitre, a temple more glorious than his cathedral, that the good bishop desired to see. He would fain build up a spiritual building to Him who had blessed him, and raised him to sit among princes. Many a castle, and palace, and his own costly church, were the witnesses of his munificence and genius. Often were these words pondered over,

“ Feed my lambs,” “ Suffer little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven;" “ Whoso receiveth one such little one in My name, receiveth Me,”—and then that promised blessing. “They who turn many to righteousness, shall shine as the stars for ever and ever.” In sorrow and persecution, when the wicked Duke of Lancaster unjustly became his enemy, and afflicted him with cruel fines and banishment from the court, the good bishop was unchanged as in the sunshine of his greatest prosperity. It is pleasant to turn

from the stormy turbulence of anarchy and rebellion that laid waste England, to the holy designs of Wykeham. All his wealth he determined to bestow in benevolence. After much deliberation, and devout invocation of the aid of God, when he thought how the clergy had been diminished by the frequent wars and incursions of the French, and successive pestilence, he sought to repair the loss, and establish “Two Colleges of Students, for the honour of God, and increase of his woship, for the support of the Christian faith, and for the improvement of the liberal Arts and Sciences.” The fruits of thirty years' anxious care, and bountiful gifts, are the two fair sisters the one at Oxford, the other at Winchester-where, day by day, Wykeham's scholars praise God, “ for the benefits delivered unto them, whereby they are brought up to goodliness, and the studies of good learning.”

Thus was the seed sown in faith, and God has given the increase.

Full of years and honour, Wykeham departed, at South Waltham, Sept 27, 1404.

From those cloisters have gone forth Chicheley, the founder of All Souls' College ; Wainfleet, the founder of the College of St Mary Magdalene; and Ken; and many a one of England's greatest worthies. Those statutes which Wykeham wrote, a king borrowed for the kindred foundation of Eton, and King's College, in Cambridge. Dear is the tie of brotherhood that binds all Wykehamists in In that dark time, when a martyred monarch bled, Wykeham's scholar, at his peril, defended his founders tomb against the sacrilegious hands of Cromwell's soldiery. Wykeham's best shrine is in the hearts of his thousand sons.

And ever, long as those hallowed walls remain, whereon the spirit of him who reared them seems to rest, year by year, with pealing organ, and voice of joy, and songs of the white-robed choir, shall ascend the holy chaunt.


“ The just shall be had in everlasting remembrance;
The souls of the just are in the hand of God.”



ALDHELM was one of the royal family of Wessex, afterwards Abbot of Malmesbury and Bishop of Sherborne, a man who conferred great benefits upon his countrymen, the West Saxons, and whose memory was honoured in a life of him written by the great King Alfred.

Aldhelm was indeed a man who deserved this honour; and it is a great pity we have not his life by Alfred now remaining to us, instead of such accounts as the monks of later ages have mixed up with too many legendary tales. He was the founder of the Abbey of Malmesbury, and of the town adjoining; for many of our old English towns arose like this, from the neighbourhood of the monastery. His own wealth and interest enabled him to endow it with a good estate, so large, that it is said it would take a man a good part of the day, if he set out early in the morning, to go round the borders. Here he built two Churches, one within the monastery, one without its walls, for the villagers, or townspeople, and at different periods of his life he built other Churches in Wessex, particularly at Dorchester, Dorset. At this period the organ is said to have been first used in churches by Vitalian, the Pope whom we have seen engaging himself in the mission of Theodore; and the first organ used in England seems to have been built under the directions of Aldhelm ; who has left in his writings a description of it in verse, as mighty instrument with innumerable tones, blown with bellows, and enclosed in a gilded case.” The instrument, however, which was most in use among the Saxons was the harp, as it was also the instrument of the ancient Britons and Irish, and of the Danes and other tribes of the north. The kings thought it a part of their state to entertain harpers at their court; and before the introduction of Christianity and letters, those who sung to the harp, called scalds or minstrels, were the only historians of the past, singing songs of the warlike deeds of their forefathers. It was still, after the Gospel was known, considered almost a necessary accomplishment of the educated in the middle ranks of society, to be ready to sing a song at an entertainment, when the harp was passed round. This custom and practice Aldhelm endeavoured to reform,


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