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"Let me be buried with Willie, mother; and on the same day," he said, "and plant some flowers on our grave."

These were the last words he spoke; and he died that evening.

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It was the Sunday following, after the evening service, that the funerals took place. Mr. G- had arranged that all the school children should be present; and those belonging to Georgy's and Willie's class bore their coffins.

In less than a week the place that had known them knew them no more; a week before they had worshipped in God's Church for the last time on earth; and now they were come to be committed, earth to earth, dust to dust, ashes to ashes, we will hope in prospect of a joyful resurrection. It was an affecting sight, and there were few who did not deeply feel it. After the solemn, but beautiful and touching, service was over, Mr. G—— returned to the Church, and addressed the children. He told them they might learn a great lesson from the event that had taken place, the greatest lesson in life, namely, obedience. By disobedience man fell, and all were made sinners; but by the obedience of One Man many were made righteous. He told them that they must try to follow in the footsteps of this great pattern; and that whenever they felt inclined to be tempted to disobey, they must remember how our blessed SAVIOUR gave us an example of great humility when a child like themselves, how He was subject unto His parents, and how He increased in favour both with GOD and man.

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Months and years have passed since then, but I am sure there are several who will not easily forget that Sunday. The pretty village, the old Church, the quiet river,-all is the same still. I walked through the Churchyard last summer, and I paused on the brow of the hill, and looked beneath. I saw some children standing by the river side, and I heard a little girl repeating, "To obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams."

Georgy and Willie came to my mind, and turning away, I walked quickly to the spot. It was a simple headstone, with a

cross carved thereon. Underneath it was written:

SACRED TO THE MEMORY

OF

GEORGE FORSTER, AND WILLIAM BRETT,

WHO DIED

THE TH AND THE -TH DAY OF JANUARY, 184-. "CHILDREN, OBEY YOUR PARENTS IN THE LORD, FOR THIS

IS RIGHT."

THE PASSION HYMN.

Crux benedicta nitet.

The following verses are by Venantius Fortunatus, the author of the hymns, The Royal Banners forward go, and Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle, (22 and 23 of the Ecclesiological Society's HYMNAL NOTED.) They form part of a much longer poem, but have been received by the Church in the shape in which they are here given. The original may be seen in TRENCH's Sacred Latin Poetry, p. 113, or NEALE's Hymni Ecclesiæ, p. 108.

THAT blest Cross is displayed, where the LORD in the flesh was suspended, And, by His Blood, from their wounds cleansed and redeemed His elect:

Where for us men, through His love, become the victim of mercy,
He, the Blest Lamb, His sheep saved from the fangs of the wolf:

Where by His palm transpierced He redeemed the world from its ruin,
And by His own dear Death closed up the path of the grave.

This was the hand that, transfixed by the nails, and bleeding, of old time
Paul from the depth of his crime ransomed, and Peter from death.

Strong in thy fertile array, O Tree of sweetness and glory,
Bearing such new-found fruit midst the green wreaths of thy boughs:
Thou by thy savour of life the dead from their slumbers restorest,
Rendering sight to the eyes that have been closed to the day,
Heat is there none that can burn beneath thy shadowy covert :
Nor can the sun in the noon strike, nor the moon in the night.
Planted art thou beside the streams of the rivers of waters:
Foliage and loveliest flowers scattering widely abroad.

Fast in thy arms is enfolded the Vine; from whom, in its fulness,
Floweth the blood-red juice, wine that gives life to the soul.

N.

Notices to Correspondents.

A THEOLOGICAL STUDENT will find the whole series of books by Mr. Williams most admirably adapted to his purpose. The whole plan, it is needless to say, is most admirably carried out.

The author of the "Life of Bishop Ken" has put together an excellent little work, Ken's Approach to the Altar, which must be most orthodox and beautiful from such a source.

The Bishop of Exeter's Letter to the Archdeacon of Totness exhausts

the subject, and is not touched by the recent review by the author of the anonymous pamphlet commented on. The foreign Reformers pretended to be willing to have Episcopal regimen, &c.; and Beza says," think not we are so arrogant as to desire to abolish that which is eternal, viz., the Church of our GoD. Think not we search for arguments by which we would depress you to this our wretched and vile condition.”

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THE morning passed heavily and sadly for poor Maude; it was only the second day of her life of suffering in the show-room, but her new duties were rendered doubly distasteful by her own frame of mind. She knew nothing of that theory of consolation, which teaches that the pressure of all earthly troubles, great and small, is but the loving touch of a watchful FATHER'S Hand descending on our feeble souls, to bless where most it seems to smite; and therefore her father, whose harshness had so wounded her, instead of being considered the instru ment of her needful chastisement, was simply in her eyes an unkind parent, to whose injustice she saw no reason for submitting herself one moment longer than she could help. Her utter ignorance of the pure laws of our holy Faith prevented her having the remotest idea of what was actually required of her as a daughter. Some indefinite notion of obedience had been impressed upon her simply because he was "father," and had it in his power to compel her to submission so long as she was a child; but this power presenting itself to her mind simply as the result of superior strength, and their relative positions in the family, she argued ought to cease so soon as she was of an age to judge and act for herself. Of that sacred, reverent, and loving "honour," commanded by the Mighty FATHER of all Who are made His children by adoption to be offered to earthly parents, she had not the slightest conception. The memory of Elliston's severity rankled therefore in her mind; and had she even been capable of regaining her equanimity, Fanny would have done her best to prevent it. With that provoking disposition peculiar to very small minds and habitual thoughtlessness, she took especial delight in tormenting any one who was disposed "to be cross," as she termed it, and she had really become quite an adept in the

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art, from the remarkable opportunities she had of exercising her talents in this way upon the members of her own family.

It was seldom indeed that Maude gave her any such opportunity; but to-day the lowering brow and compressed lips were unequivocal signs to Fanny, that for once her grave, silent sister was fairly in her power, and most pertinaciously did she therefore persecute her by every species of petty annoyance she could devise. Maude was silent through it all, but not one stinging word or look of her sister's was unheard, and her inward passion was rising to an almost uncontrollable height, when the attention of both was diverted by the arrival of a carriage at the door.

Through the long vista of the outer shop, Maude distinguished at a glance that it contained Miss Damer, accompanied by another young lady, who appeared to be her visitor. The moment that her eyes fell upon that fair, intellectual face, which she so well remembered, Maude seem to experience the same fascination it had exercised upon her before, and instead of shrinking back, as was her usual practice, she came forward at once to receive her customers. Miss Damer seemed unwilling to alight, and evidently only did so at her friend's request; for she appeared to find in the business of " shopping," as Fanny would have called it, a degree of ennui, which contrasted strangely with the evident delight it afforded her companion.

They came together into the show-room, and, whilst the stranger lady proceeded in the most animated manner to take a systematic survey of all the new cloaks and bonnets she could lay hands on, varied by perpetual excursions to the large pier glass, that she might see if they became her, Miss Damer walked listlessly about the room, her hands wrapped in the long, graceful folds of her shawl, bestowing not a glance on the rich dresses round her, but occasionally looking out on the crowded street, with a wistful inquiring gaze, as if she found there much to occupy her thoughts.

Maude looked at her with increasing interest, for all this showed her plainly that Miss Damer was at least superior to, that peculiar instance of human folly, which had been most prominently brought before her by the circumstances of her life, viz., the madness which places as one of the most important occupations of life, the decking and adorning of the mortal body, for which the worms await, and that in order to win that praise of men, against which so awful a woe has been denounced by Him, for Whom alone the children of the kingdom should adorn themselves with the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. We have seen that Maude's spirit was at this time

struggling vehemently through the worldly atmosphere that surrounded her, in order to attain to something higher and better; and it seemed to her, as she looked at Miss Damer, that one so favoured must abide in regions of purer and nobler thoughts than did her own ordinary associates, for the beauty of her face was solely that of mind and expression, unassisted by any perfection of feature. It was this which attracted Maude so irresistibly to the high-born lady, even while she felt, as she watched the haughty turn of her head and the sarcastic curl of her small lip, that she possessed, to an unusual extent, the unholy pride, which made her pass the tradesman's daughter as if she were a being of another race.

Poor Maude! she little knew the mortification that awaited her, whilst she stood following Miss Damer's languid movements with her longing eyes, and indulging in a bright vision of the sympathy between mind and mind, that might possibly link them in secret.

The young lady, who it seemed was Miss Damer's cousin, had despatched Fanny into the outer shop for some ribbons, and in the meantime suddenly discovered a mantle of the newest fashion which pleased her capricious fancy at once.

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Emmeline, Emmeline, do come here!" she exclaimed with the rapid vivacity which characterised all her movements; "I declare this is the very thing I have been looking for,—exactly what will suit me to wear on Thursday when we drive to see the meet. I am only afraid these fringes are too heavy, and I cannot exactly judge of the shape unless I see some one wear it; here, do put it on, and let me see how it looks; no, you cannot with that great heavy shawl; where is the girl, she could try it; Oh quel tourment, she is not come back yet! she is intolerably slow! when I want her this moment-how very provoking."

"Let her try it on," said Miss Damer, with a movement of the head to indicate Maude; her cousin turned sharply round, and looked at the deformed girl.

"Bah, Emmeline, what are you saying!" she exclaimed, speaking as composedly as if the drooping figure before her were a statue of stone, "how could one possibly judge of the effect on such a figure as that."

For a moment Miss Damer let her large blue eyes wander from the pale, unattractive face to the misshapen form, with its strongly marked deformity, and slowly withdrawing them, said quietly, "You are right, Isabella; she could certainly not answer your purpose."

Then moving a few steps onward, and speaking in a low tone, which she designed should not be heard by Maude, but of

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