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reason to remember the services and appeals of this day, I would pray that such remembrances may stir us up to a more godly walk, and a more earnest conversation, and an increasing growing sense of duty; and also to remember that now we are called upon to do something for God's house and honour, that they who come after us in this place may have no reason to complain that we were fainthearted, and of a cold and grudging temper, when, in days of general distress and blasphemy, we, in this happy house of God, enjoyed our hours of peace and calm devotion, and high spiritual privileges, and for all these things gave God no return when He sought it at our hands.

For I cannot conceal from myself that we do enjoy very much when others are pining in distant lands for what we, perhaps, but coldly appreciate, and disdainfully use. Let us, then, show forth our thankfulness this day; and for me, Christian brethren, if in the hour of more solemn communion, where God more especially vouchsafes His presence and grace, and where in the strength of His Sacrifice and Intercession, that commemorative Sacrifice and your interceding prayers may most avail, you can spare one thought for one, who, with whatever weakness and coldness, has watched for you-has striven to lead you to better things,—has given you opportunities of more cheerfully, and with self-denial, serving God; who, for seven years of many anxieties and many sorrows, but, thank God! with more consolations, has ministered among you, and who perhaps, may be only just beginning to see the fruit of some portion of his labours,-praise not him who is only the earthen vessel which contains so vast a treasure, but bless God, because He has blessed you ; and spare at least that one prayer, for one who has need of so many.

[The offerings made on the occasion when this Sermon was delivered at Christ Church were £100. 5s. 6d.]

Holy Communion was solemnized by the Rev. John F. Russell, Incumbent of S. James's, assisted by the Rev. Charles Miller, Vicar of Harlow, and Dr. Wright, of Westminster. The offerings were collected by the Revs. Richard Cresswell, and T. Marsland Hopkins.

After Divine Service, the Clergy and visitors dined at the incumbent's residence, before which, at two o'clock, a procession, about a quarter of a mile long, was formed of the National School children of S. James's and S. Andrew's (the mother Church), the Clergy, and others. As it moved slowly along the road to the Infant School-room, Ponder's End, the flags, comprising the Royal Standard, Union flag of Great Britain, the flags of Engla (S. George's), Scotland (S. Andrew's), and Ireland, the Ordnance Alag, and a square silk banner, displaying a white cross on a red field, added greatly to the beauty of the spectacle.


The children wore blue scarves, and carried bouquets, pennons, and garlands; and the Clergy were attired in full academical costume. When the children and company had taken their seats in the school-room, which was decorated with flags, evergreens, and flowers, the incumbent made a few observations on the purport of the festival. The prizes were next distributed, and an excellent address delivered to the schools by the Vicar of Harlow.

The juveniles were afterwards bountifully regaled with cake, wine, tea, fruit, &c., and the games were the same as on former occasions.

About eight o'clock a Doxology was sung, and the Rev. J. F. Russell dismissed the assembly with the Benediction.

Among the Clergy present, besides those already mentioned, were the Revs. Harcourt Skrine, Humphry Davy Millet, C. M. MacLeod, William Palin, A. B. Evans, William Beckett, F. L. Naylor, C. W. Bollaerts, L. Tuttiet, &c.


THE festivals we have hitherto recorded have been of a local nature; but we have now to give an account of one in connection with an Institution, which scatters its blessings far and wide, and in which, doubtless, many, very many of our readers take an interest. On S. Matthew's day was celebrated the commemoration of the founders and benefactors of the “ ancient, royal, and religious foundation of Christ's Hospital.” The proceedings commenced with Divine service at eleven o'clock in Christ Church, Newgate Street, on which occasion prayers were said by the Rev. J. Thompson, M.A., one of the Classical Masters, and the sermon preached by the Rev. S. Phillips, M.A. (an old Blue), Assistant Curate of Holy Trinity, Brompton. After service, the Lord Mayor, sheriffs, aldermen, and governors proceeded to the beautiful hall, which was crowded in every part.

The organ gallery at the east end was filled with “Blues,” an additional gallery being added for the purpose of accommodating them. The sun at this time shone cheerily through the painted windows, and gave a hallowing touch to a sight, such as we have seldom witnessed. In the centre of the hall was a platform from which the usual orations were delivered, around which the Rev. E. Rice, D.D., the deservedly esteemed head master, and the other masters, were seated. Although the speeches were chiefly in Greek and Latin, yet we cannot pass them over without some notice.

The first oration, by C. D. Craven, who goes to Lincoln College, Oxford, as "Thompson Scholar," was in Latin. It was a most beautiful specimen of composition, and was delivered with no little taste. It contained a review of the origin and history of the Institution, the praises of Edward, and other benefactors, ancient and modern, and concluded with a prayer that they who have conferred benefits upon so many, may themselves be received into eternal habitations. The English oration, by D'Arcy Wentworth Thompson, who is about to proceed to Trinity College, Cambridge, was on the same subject; and the effect produced was of a most pleasing character. It is a composition of high order, and its delivery was generally approved. In fact, the youthful speaker was ofttimes interrupted by the applause which was given by those whose hearts were touched by the noble sentiments it contained.

Like the former, it commenced with the early history of the Hospital, and then proceeded : “From the day on which our Edward, that most princely child, that most saintly Prince, first planned with his holy councillors the erection of the establishment that still bears witness to his philanthropy--from that day to the present hour there have not been wanting men of virtue to protect, foster, and encourage what his royal bounty had begun. It was a distinctive mark, no less of the greatness of his mind than of the goodness of his heart, that our youthful founder turned into this channel the full stream of his benevolence.” After alluding to the dissolution of monastic orders, the speaker continued: “Where the tree was uprooted, whose branches at times bore fruit, he planted another in its stead, whose roots spread deep and wide, and whose topmost boughs rose soaringly to heaven-and these whom ye behold (the 1000 boys) are but few among the many that have sheltered beneath its foliage.” The allusions to its fair name and position was, of course, well received : “ We could mention with conscious pride names that have echoed throughout the land, who for their eminence in science, theology, poetry, or philosophy, were indebted to instruction received within these walls, and whose greatest boast was, that their all was derived from this our glorious Institution. At neither University have we ever been in need of worthy representatives : at Cambridge, in particular, we boast that at present we are represented with more than usual brilliancy; of the higher collegiate offices, a considerable portion is occupied by former scholars of this house, and of those who, there, are but commencing their career, he who addressed you ast year, as I address you to-day, has been a successful candidate for a public scholarship, and received the additional honour of your warm congratulations on that account.”

Middleton, Coleridge, Lamb, Thornton, Barnes, amongst men of the past, and Professors Scholefield and Maine, with others whom we could mention, sufficiently prove the propriety of this eulogium. After allusions to the present distracted state of Europe, and the loyalty at home, the speaker gave way to R. Black, who delivered a finished composition in Greek on the same subject, and was followed by T. L. H. Hammond (the first Grecian), whose oration was in French, the spirited delivery of which was generally admired. To these succeeded six other compositions in Greek and Latin, by the scholars of the house, amongst whom G. H. C. Heilbroon was especially noticed. We print entire the English poem recited on the occasion, by G. W. Croad, as it has merits which will be a sufficient apology for the space it occupies. It is on


Scarce had Columbus realized the dreams

That fed proud hopes within his youthful breast,
And found afar where Daylight's dying beams

In rainbow tints of dewy light are drest,

New lands of joyaunce in the distant West :
De Gama saw, beneath the golden haze

And purple mists, that emulously rest

Flushing the wave, where first the sunbeam plays,
The isles which Song alone had fancied in her lays.

The victor king of Macedon, who stood

And wept in silence, that his course was done,
Dreamed not that, pillowed on the Eastern flood,

An unknown world but waited to be won ;

Ah! happy that beyond his sight it shone;
For Conquest's iron chariot but bestows

Mourning and sadness as it hurries on;

Happy to win through gentler arts repose,
And joys, that peace alone can in their prime disclose.

The fiery spirits, yearning to the skies,

Who deem'd the earth too narrow for mankind,
Might here have wandered in a wild surprise,

Beneath strange stars and distant thus to find

The brightest visions of th' enamoured mind;
Nature all fair as from the hand of God,

Deep valleys fann'd by every od'rous wind ;

The smile of Heaven upon the wave; the sod
Bursting with flow'rs and fruit, where Angels might have trod.

And yet how swift man's thoughtlessness to spoil

The loveliest Eden that his lot hath given;
Spurning the arts of peace, an honest toil,
He makes a Hell, where might have been a Heaven:

Through storm and darkness by the passions driv'n,
Foul guilt hath blighted all this smiling land;

And man with God's high providence hath striv'n
To quench the light of Freedom, and to band
Each wild unhallow'd thought, each fierce and reckless hand.

What mournful scenes are here to wring the heart ;

Crouching to earth the weeping captives bend
Loaded with fetters; forced from their home to part,

Despair and pain a keener torture lend

To their sad fate: no sympathies befriend
The helpless victims of the pirate horde,

Who ruthlessly the trembling pris'ner rend

From the one spot, his infancy ador’d,
To leave him without hope enslaved to some strange lord.

Lo! dimly shadow'd by th' o'erarching boughs,

And safe from all but the keen-searching eye,
Slumbering in silence on the wave, which flows

With gentlest murmurs of sweet melody,
The gay prahus* in deep seclusion lie:
With restless eagerness they wait the hour,

Which soon again shall throb with victory;

Alas! that all the pleasures peace can shower,
Should fail to gain the heart, with all their winning power.

Yet joy still clings to this blest spot of earth;

Beyond the sun-touch'd hills, in inland dells,
Are scenes of rural revelry and mirth,

Where beauty with eternal summer dwells :

Before the eye the crystal mountain swells
In airy symmetry: thou mightst divine

The genius lives within those magic cells,

Who first inspir'd those Eastern vales † which shine
As precious gems of thought in Memory's sparkling mine.

How bright a lot to win these distant isles

From the sad bondage of their past career ;
To wipe away the blackness which defiles

The pages of their history; to rear

A nobler system for the one which fear
And darkling error had upheld before ;

This were to gain, from each succeeding year,

A fame far worthier than the palm of yore,
Which circled monarchs' brows, which haughty victors bore.

And thus, O new-made Prince, thy people bring

To thee their fondest hopes : around thy brow
The laurell'd honours shall for ever cling ;

Attended by our ev'ry heartfelt vow,

Pursue thy welcome task : and Borneo, thou
Glad-hearted leave thine idols: haste to come

To that sure refuge from all ills below,

Which, like a beacon, flashing through the foam,
Shall beam upon thy path, and guide thee to thy home.

Thus ended the proceedings of the day. The national anthem * The pirate vessels.

+ The materials of the “ Arabian Nights' Entertainments” were collected in the Indian Archipelago, by the adventurers who were the first to visit it, coming from Arabia and the Persian gulf,

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