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$15 to $20 to be obtained before we can make a fair start. Surely the readers of the Churchman's Companion will do what they can to help us. Any help however small would be gladly welcomed, and duly acknowledged byYours, &c., J. M. D. AUVACHE, 26, Wetherell Road, South Hackney, London.
SUMMER MONTH READING CLUB.
The new term of the “Summer Month Reading Club" commenced on June 20th. Applications for admission to be made to the Secretary. Address—ISABEL HopKINS, 31, S. Paul's Square, York.
BOOKS FORA PARISH LIBRARY. SIR,—Will you let me beg the readers of the Churchman's Companion to help me with gifts of books for a parish library?
Books read and done with lie useless in many a house and are destroyed while parish priests are distressed for supplies. I have taken a room,
laid on gas, formed classes for sewing, singing, and reading. At first opening I have twenty-nine in the sewing class, and about forty readers. The numbers will soon be largely increased. But I have few books. Grants cannot be got from societies without a purchase to meet the grant. I have spent much and spend no more just now, and it is sad to see a promising work crippled. Kind donors of books, few or many, may send them to my address, by care of Mr. John Hart, 33, Southampton Street, London, W.C., who will forward them. I shall be deeply grateful.-Yours, &c., JULIAN MORETON, SS. Nicolas and Faith, Saltash, Cornwall.
to a fund I am now raising, for the purpose of establishing a Working Men's Club in the parish of S. Michael and All Angels, Bromley, E. ?
The Parish in question is very large, and wretchedly poor. It is estimated that no less than 20,000 souls exist in this district, the greater part of whom consists of labouring men and their families.
The Clergy of S. Michael's have endeavoured, and are endeavouring to bring these men into the Church's fold, but their success is not proportionate to their zeal. Every Sunday afternoon, one or two of the Clergy preach in the open air, in the most abandoned corners of the parish, and during the week the staff of Clergy and Sisters carry on a systematic course of visitation. But the men! there is the difficulty; we have tried to induce them to come to Church, but with scanty results. We have however discovered one important fact, viz., that the men would be right glad to avail themselves of the homely comforts of a Working Men's Club, if one were established. After careful consideration we have determined to meet their wishes in this matter. A stable and coach-house have been placed at our disposal, but as they obviously could not be used as Club premises, before suitable alterations had been effected, we are fain to delay matters until sufficient funds shall have been collected.
The Bishop of Bedford has given me permission to use his lordship's name, as warmly approving of the formation of a Working Men's Club in this parish.
I have raised about half the sum required, privately. This leaves about
Notices to Correspondents. Accepted : “S. Michael and All Angels ;" “Feast of All Saints ;” and “Per Crucem ad Colos,” but for this last we are not likely to have room for a long time.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
THE WYNNES 3 OR MANY MEN, MANY MINDS,” “PHIL'S
“ A happy soul that all the way
Any one driving into Hereford to-day?” asked Mr. Erle that same afternoon, putting his head into the long low old school-room of Brayscombe Rectory.
“Come in, papa, come in !” cried Friedeswide, come and help me with these conic sections !”
Hereford, papa ? oh it is so hot except in this cool room !" said Isabel who was lying on the old school-room reclining board, reading a novel.
“Oh! this is where all you children have got! I couldn't find one of you! What are you about, Freda ?”
Cramming, cramming, cramming, for this Girton Scholarship examination : you will let me go in for it at the last-you know
will! -come and sit down beside me, and give me the help of your dear old head to-”
“Don't let her 'cram' this dreadful hot afternoon,” murmured Isabel, “it makes me yawn even to look at her— "
Why don't you leave such work to the cool of the day, Freda P” “Because of that return match at lawn-tennis, sir, up at the Great House, we're due at five there."
"Ah, yes! I forgot,” cried Isabel, and she sat up with animation, " then I must forgive you, and that's why Kathleen's getting out her
fiddle to have her practice now. I must run up and be industrious too."
“Some bit of becoming millinery I'll be bound,” cried Mr. Erle; for Isabel had long had the credit of possessing most of the vanity if not most of the beauty of the family, and cared neither to deny nor to accept the imputation.
"Yes, you are right,—this time at any rate,” and she flung her arms saucily round the old man's neck, "and you like your daughters to look their best
know." “ Yes, you young women ought to give us a bit of brightness amongst all our modern sober black dresses, but I can't say you've done your duty of late, for your colours have been as sage as your studies. What are you going to practise, Kitty? that sweet bit of Haydn ? Let me see if the piano is in tune," and he sat down and struck a note.
“Ah, play it with her, do!” cried Freda, jumping up to open the music desk for him, “ that will help me with these horrible propositions, and prevent her driving me wild with practising the same piece over and over again till I don't know A from B.”
“I like to be quite perfect in every part,” said Kathleen seriously and with simplicity, “ sometimes it seems to me even the best players do not do justice to the minor beauties—"
Oh yes, Kitty, we know all that. There, father, that's the book, there's the page; now I'll shut my ears whilst you tune up, and then your sweet sounds will send me spinning along famously. Why here's Dulcie ! Dulcie, you look cool !"
“Do I? I cannot say I feel so, the class-room was stifling, but this room is really cool. Sarah said you were looking for me, father." “I was looking for every one.
Couldn't find you or Amy anywhere, and never thought of the girls'having taken up these old quarters again ; I hoped some one was going into Hereford, I wanted the second post letters, but they're all here as industrious as mice, preparing in their several ways for lawn-tennis at the House."
“I can go, father.”
“Can you, dear? are you not too tired already? I expected to hear from Elizabeth this morning, and as I did not, do not know now whether to direct to her at Kensington or Eastbourne. I've a business letter to write to your aunt before I can go to the House, young ladies."