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and ye gave Me drink. Inasmuch as ye did it to one of the least of these My brethren, ye did it unto Me. And these shall go into everlasting life.” If this blessedness shall reward the faithful, rendering unto the poor of their dues in respect to earthly things, how much more in spiritual, whether to those whose office is to preach the Gospel to the poor, or those whose office is to contribute to the work, by providing for those who preach it, or providing places where they may preach, and souls may be gathered unto CHRIST! “ He loveth our nation, and hath built us a synagogue," was an occasion of a charitable return of the benefited Jews, sympathising with their benefactor in his affliction, in praying for its removal and obtaining for him the desires of his heart, in the recovery of his servant who was dear to him. “They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever." “ Brethren, if any of you err from the truth and one convert him, let him know that he which converteth a sinner from the error of his way, shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.” Where is this so likely to take place, as where the word and sacraments are administered, where the congregation assemble, where prayer is wont to be made, where Christ is evidently set forth as crucified," the just for the unjust to bring them to Gon?” Where but in the Church built for the service of God, built for CHRIST, where poor and rich meet together to humble themselves before Him Who is the Maker of them all ?
After service, a procession was formed of the Clergy in their robes, the school children, who bore the cross upon their banners, and some members of the congregation. The stone was laid in the presence of a vast concourse of people, who were evidently deeply interested in the work, which we were rejoiced to see, as this Church is especially intended for those who go down to the deep in ships.
The following is the form of service used on the occasion.
ORDER to be observed in laying the First Stone of S. Saviour's
The Service shall begin with these sentences.
V. Behold, saith the LORD, I lay in Zion a chief corner-stone, elect, precious.
R. And he that believeth in Him shall not be confounded.
V. The stone which the builders refused :
Then shall be said or sung Psalm CXXXII.
Let us pray:
O ALMIGHTY LORD God, Whom the heavens and earth cannot contain, yet Who disdainest not to dwell with Thy Church here on earth; Let Thy richest blessings descend on this our purpose of building a place for Thy habitation among men. Without Thy help all labour is vain. Thou alone givest the increase. Prosper then, we beseech Thee, the work of our hands upon us, yea, prosper Thou our handy work, and mercifully grant that it may tend to the promotion of Thine own honour and the benefit of Thy holy Church, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
O LORD JESU CHRIST, Son of the living God, Who art the brightness of the Father's glory, and the express image of His person; the chief corner-stone hewn from the mountain without hands; the immutable foundation : Strengthen this stone about to be laid in Thy name: and Thou,
Who art the beginning and the end, by Whom in the beginning God created all things, be, we beseech Thee, the blessing, the increase and the consummation of this our work, which is undertaken to the glory of Thy great name, Who, with the Father and the Holy SPIRIT, livest and reignest One God, world without end. Amen.
Then the stone shall be laid with these words. In the name and to the honour of the LORD God our SAVIOUR, we lay this foundation stone, in faith that this place may be consecrated to prayer and praise, and that all things may be done therein unto the continual glory of the Eternal TRINITY, FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God blessed for ever ! Amen.
Then shall follow these sentences.
Then shall be read Ezra iii. 8-11.
Whereupon shall be sung Psalm C. (0. V.)
Let us pray.
O God, from Whom all holy desires, all good counsels, and all just works do proceed, to Thy preventing grace do we thankfully ascribe this holy work which is now begun; and we beseech Thee, Who hast declared that the silver and gold are Thine, to incline the hearts of Thy servants to open their hands widely towards its completion. Make, we pray Thee, this the place of Thy sanctuary honourable. Be Thou found of those who shall here seek Thee, and grant that by the ministrations of Thy grace which shall be vouchsafed in this holy place, made with hands, the souls of Thy people may be so nourished, that by Thy mercy they may find an entrance into the house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens, through the merits and intercession of Jesus CHRIST, our SAVIOUR, Amen.
Then shall be said or sung Psalm LXXXIV.
The stone was laid by Mrs. Bridges, an admirable address was delivered by Mr. Holland, which was listened to with marked attention. We were glad to find—what we were scarcely prepared for, from the chants used during morning service—that the Gregorian tones were used during the laying of the stone, the CXXXII. Psalm being chanted to the 3rd, and the LXXXIV. to the 6th. Amongst the Clergy present we observed the Revs. R. D. Backhouse, Rector of Eastry, and Rural Dean; Mr. Bainham, curate of Eastry; J. Monins, Rector of Ringswould; J. Leigh Spencer, late of Trinity Church, Lambeth; E. Boys ; M. Pennington, Perpetual curate of S. George's, Deal; J. Bonwell, Incumbent of S. Philips, Stepney; W. B. Flower, of Christ's Hospital; F. Dechair, Rector of Mongeham; T. C. Hatchard; R. Twigg, Vicar of Talmanstone, H. Stevens, T. Penny, S. Rainier: and of the laity, Ladies Clanwilliam, Dunmore, Bruce, Soames, Jackson ; W. Bridges, Esq., &c. &c. May God prosper the work; for unless the Lord build the house, their labour is but vain that build it. May
The gates, adorned with pearls most bright,
The way to hidden glory show;
Of faith in JESUS' merit, go
The Children's Corner.
ROSE EGLINGTON, THE STOLEN CHILD.
(Continued from p. 125.) FANNY was for some time so engaged in pondering on the lies that the gipsy had told her, that she never thought of little Rose. But when she did, she became instantly alarmed, for she could not see her charge anywhere about. It was in vain that she looked down the walks, and in the arbours : in vain that she called out her name again and again, for no one was in sight, and no voice answered in return.
“Oh! what a fool I have been! For my own pleasure I have lost all. Rose may be lost, or if not, she has gone home, and mistress will know everything, and I shall be sent away. Oh dear! Oh dear!”
All the way home she looked on every side to see if she could espy the little child ; and when she entered the house, she did so with trembling limbs, and a face pale as death.
“ Have you seen Miss Rose ?" inquired she of all the servants in turn.
But they all answered “No! and mistress has been asking for you twenty times least; so you'd better go to her at once.
“If it must be, it must; and the sooner it's done the better," thought Fanny.
As she entered the room, Mrs. E. marked her pale face, and her eyes red with weeping, and immediately she became alarmed, and asked her where Rose was.
“I hope she's not come to any harm, ma'am," answered Fanny ; “but when I was just talking for a minute or two to a woman I met in the park, little miss ran away, and I have not seen her since, and fancied she'd come home.”
“O, Fanny !” was all the reply Mrs. E. could make, for she swooned away. A search was commenced far and wide through the park and the village. Messengers were sent in all directions, and as they loved Rose very much, they used their utmost exertions, but all in vain. Mr. E. too posted off from town to town, and came back on the midday after the loss of Rose, with a sick and heavy heart, and found his wife in a sad and dejected condition. She had clung to every hope, however slight. She had hoped against hope, but his return without Rose filled her with deep grief. And when she looked upon the child's empty chair, and listened in vain for the joyous tread of her light step, and missed the sweet prattler's winning voice, throughout the day,
she wept bitterly, and ever and anon folded her bands, and raised her weeping eyes to heaven.
“There, my dear,” said Mr. E., soothingly, “ must be our only hope. If our poor child be dead, she is still one with us, in the blessed communion of the saints, and she may be near us
And if she still live, then God, Who careth for the birds and the flowers, will watch over her, and if He think fit, restore her to us yet once more.
Meanwhile what had become of poor Rose ? When she looked into the face of the cruel man who was carrying her off, she shrieked and wept piteously, but neither her cries nor tears had
his hard heart. “She is too good a catch,” said he to the woman, “ for us to let her loose again. A reward will, no doubt, be offered for her, and then we can restore her, and get the money ; but if not, we can easily sell her to somebody who wants a child, for I don't think I ever saw one more beautiful than this. She would almost persuade me, when I look into those weeping eyes, to take her back to the hall, but what have we to do with fine feel. ings? Gold ! gold! this we must have; and if we can't get it in one way, why we will in another."
So she was straightway carried to the camp, which was at once broken up, and the whole party, consisting of men, women, and children, set off without loss of time, to a distant part of the country. Rose was treated as tenderly as gipsies knew how to treat anything, and having been wrapt up in whatever they had, that could protect her from the cold of the night, she was placed in a bed made for her in one of the spring-carts that they had with them. Worn out by fatigue, and overcome by her deep sorrow, she soon fell asleep, and did not wake until the moon had arisen. The rays of the moon streaming gently into the cart, showed Rose that she was not now in her own little couch, in her nice little room. Tears gushed into her eyes, and she tremblingly cried out, “Mamma, mamma, come to your own
In an instant the old woman, who had drawn her away from her nurse, rose up, and said, Well, my dear, what is it you want ?”
Rose looked upon her, shrunk back, and drew a cloak over her, saying,
“Go away, go away, you naughty woman! I do not want
my own dear mamma.” Be quiet, my little one, and don't take on this way. You'll see your mamma some day, and till then I'll be kind to you, and make you happy."
"I can't be happy without mamma,” sobbed Rose, “and I won't love you, for you are not like my own dear, dear mamma.