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the church of West Tarring is seen to great advantage from the small path that leads towards it from the mill,-

but never do I recollect to have seen it with greater satisfaction than on this occasion, for the evening was lovely as the morn had been, and the day had been one altogether devoted to harmless enjoyment, to the contemplation of the Almighty's works, and those houses of prayer which are the glory and the blessedness of our land. Well tired, we reached the vicarage, and were greeted with a shout of joy from the children !

It had not escaped my notice that Alethes was much struck with a small date which the ladies at the farm in Heene were cherishing in a pot in their parlour window. It had shot vigorously, and was of the liveliest green. On his return he read to the children the following beautiful verses of Mrs. Hemans. They have since learned to repeat them, and they are favourites with the household.

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“It waved not through an eastern sky,

Beside a fount of Araby ;
It was not fanned by southern breeze
In some green isle of Indian seas ;
Nor did its graceful shadow sleep

O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep.
“ But fair the exil'd palm tree grew

'Midst foliage of no kindred hue ;
Through the laburnums dropping gold
Rose the light shaft of orient mould;
And Europe's violets, faintly sweet,

Purpled the moss-buds at its feet.
“ Strange look'd it there !-the willow stream'd
Where silv'ry waters near it gleam'd ;
The lime bough lured the honey bee
To murmur by the desert's tree,
And showers of snowy roses made
A lustre in its fan-like shade.

8 “This incident is, I think, recorded by De Lille, in his poem of Les Jardins." Note of Mrs. Hemans.

“ There came an eve of festal hours

Rich music fill'd that garden's bowers ;
Lamps, that from flowering branches hung,
On sparks of dew soft colour flung,
And bright forms glanced—a fairy show-
Under the blossoms to and fro.

“But one, a lone one, 'midst the throng,

Seem'd reckless all of dance and song:
He was a youth of dusky mien,
Whereon the Indian sun had been,
Of crested brow and long black hair-
A stranger—like the palm tree—there.
“And slowly, sadly, moved his plumes

Glittering athwart the leafy glooms :
He pass'd the pale green olives by,
Nor won the chesnut flowers his eye ;
But when to that sole palm he came,
Then shot a rapture through his frame !

“ To him, to him, its rustling spoke,

The silence of his soul it broke!
It whisper'd of his own bright isle,
That lit the ocean with a smile ;
Ay, to his ear that native tone,
Had something of the sea waves' moan!

“ His mother's cabin home, that lay

Where feathery cocoas fringed the bay ;
The dashing of his brethren's oar-
The conch note heard along the shore ;
All through his wakening bosom swept-
He clasp'd his country's tree and wept !

" Oh, scorn him not !--the strength whereby

The patriot girds himself to die,
The unconquerable power which fills
The freeman battling on his hills-
These have one fountain deep and clear-
The same whence gush'd that childlike tear!"

Works, vol. v. p. 286.

No. V.

Parochial Fragments, &c.


“ Let not the bluntness of my speech offend-
Weigh but the matter, and not how 'tis penned.”


“ Homines sæpe in Ecclesiâ humanis laudibus et honoribus perturbantur.”

AUGUST. Sermon lxxv. Tom. v. 414.

“ He that thinks himself less than the greatest sinner, shall not be so great as the least saint in the kingdom of heaven.”

Bishop Hacket's Sermon, p. 485.

“The mild and gentle breathings of the Divine Spirit are moving up and down in the world to produce life, and to revive and quicken the souls of men into a feeling sense of a blessed immortality.”

John Smith's Select Discourses, p. 361.

“God made the universe and all the creatures contained therein as so many glasses wherein he might reflect his own glory ; he hath copied forth himself in the creation ; and in this outward world we may read the lovely characters of Divine goodness, power, and wisdom.”

Ibid. p. 463.

“ Although the waves beat, and the sea works, and the winds blow, that mind that hath a quiet and clear conscience within, will be as stable and as safe from perturbation, as a rock in the midst of a tempestuous sea, and will be a Goshen to and within itself, when the rest of the world without, and round about a man, is like an Egypt for plagues and darkness."

Sir MATTHEW HALE's Contemplations, p. 244.

“ An angry, violent, and disturbed man, is like the white bramble of Judæa, of which Josephus reports, that it is set on fire by impetuous winds, and consumes itself, and burns the neighbour plants.”

JEREMY Taylor, iii. 35. Ed. Heber.

“ Were the happiness of the next world as clearly apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.”

SIR T. BROWNE, Hydriotaphia, iii. 486.

Parochial fragments,

&c. &c. &c.


The children have brought me welcome news, Alethes; they tell me you have letters which admit of your remaining here a few days longer. I hope it is true.


Happily for me it is. It will give me the opportunity of gulping down more fresh air, as well as of enjoying your conversation. There is much that I wish to talk over connected with the subject last under discussion. It is, at present, an all-absorbing one with us both. I allude, you will at once conjecture, to the efficiency of the ministry, and to that which in many cases retards it,--the inefficiency of their means.


And the consequent evil, I suppose,--the combination, I mean, of smaller benefices.


Rem acu tetigisti. I look upon this as amongst the most unfortunate circumstances attaching to our Church Establishment, and one that should by all means be remedied.


The evil has been felt from generation to generation, but it has been too hard to overcome. Nothing but additional endow

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