to one Church at least where the Eucharist is daily offered, and ask whether there are not, by GoD's blessing, happy days in store for our holy mother-the Church of England. To all these and kindred topics as the CHURCHMAN'S COMPANION We have directed, and shall continue to direct, attention; and would beg our friends to send us authentic accounts of whatever may be deemed of general interest. We must all work-one in one way and another in another -as the LORD hath given us ability; work whilst it is day, knowing that the night is coming, when no man can work. Let us be up and doing, working and praying, and the time may yet come when our Church shall gather into her bosom her estranged children, and become the pride and glory of the land. STOKE DAMEREL, DEVONPORT, November, 1849. The Daisy 253 Laying the First Stone of a new Church, Clifford, Hertfordshire 366 Laying the Foundation Stone of two Churches, Stoke Damerel 180 New Church at Downing, near Holywell New Schools and Church at Stoke Newington Opening of the District Schools, Stoke Newington Hollow Rock, the King Charles the First's Reflections 1, 65, 154, 193, 257, 321 Lesson from the Eagle, a 38 Love of GoD and our neighbour, happiness in 41 National and Industrial Schools of the Holy Trinity, Finchley Never miss the Sacrament of the LORD's Supper S. John the Divine, Evangelist, Apostle, and Martyr 332 129 123 Scottish Churchman, the 205 WITH all her faults, Queen Bee was a good-natured, generous little thing, and it was not what every one would have done when, as soon as she returned from Church, she followed her father to the study, saying, "Papa, you must not be displeased with Fred, for he was very much plagued, and he had only just begun when you came. "The other boys had been teasing him?" "Dick had been laughing at him, saying his mamma would not let him go on the ice, and that, you know, was past all bearing. And honestly, it was my fault too; I laughed, not at that joke of course, for it was only worthy of Dick himself, but at poor Fred's own disconsolate looks." "Was not his case unpleasant enough without your making it worse?" "Of course, papa, I ought to have been more considerate, but you know how easily I am run away with by high spirits." "And I know you have the power to restrain them, Beatrice. You have no right to talk of being run away with as if you were helpless." "I know it is very wrong; I often think I will check myself, but there are many speeches which, when once they come to my lips, are irresistible, or seem so. However I will not try to justify myself; I know I was to blame, only you must not be angry with Fred, for it really did seem rather unreasonable to keep him there parading about with Henrietta and Jessie, when the ice was quite safe for every body else." "I am not angry with him, Bee, I cannot but be sorry that he gave way to the temptation, but there was so much to excuse him that I shall not show any further displeasure. He is often in a very vexatious position for a boy of his age. I can imagine nothing more galling than these restraints." "And cannot you-" said Beatrice, stopping short. 66 Speak to your aunt? I will not make her miserable. Anything she thinks right she will do, at whatever cost to herself, and for that very reason, I will not interfere. It is a great deal better for Fred that his amusement should be sacrificed to her her peace to his amusement." peace, than "Yet surely this cannot go on for life," said Beatrice, as if she was half afraid to hazard the remark. "Never mind the future. She will grow more used to the other boys, and gain more confidence in Fred. Things will right themselves if we do not set them wrong. And now, mark me. You are not a mere child who can plead the excuse of thoughtlessness for leading him into mischief, you know the greatness of the sin of disobedience, and the fearful responsibility incurred by conducing to it in others. Do not help to lead him astray for the sake of—of vanity-of amusement." Something in the manner in which he pronounced these words conveyed to Beatrice a sense of the emptiness and worthlessness of her motives, and she answered earnestly, “I was wrong, papa, I know it is a love of saying clever things that often leads me wrong. It was so to-day, for I could have stopped myself, but for the pleasure of making fun. It is vanity, and I will try to subdue it." Beatrice had a sort of candid way of reasoning about her faults, and would blame herself, and examine her motives in a manner which disarmed reproof by forestalling it. She was perfectly sincere, yet it was self-deception, for it was not as if it was herself whom she was analysing, but rather as if it was some character in a book; indeed she would have described herself, almost exactly as she is here described, except that her delineation would have been much more clever, and more exact. She would not have spared herself, for this reason, that her own character was more a study to her than a reality, her faults rather circumstances than sins; it was her mind, rather than her soul, that reflected and made resolutions, or more correctly, what would have been resolutions, if they had possessed any real earnestness, and not been done, as it were, mechanically, because they became the occasion. The conversation was concluded by the sound of the luncheon bell, and she ran up to take off her bonnet, her thoughts taking the following course, "I am very sorry, it is too bad to tease poor Fred, cruel and wrong and all that, only if he would not look absurd! It is too droll to see how provoked he is when I take the least notice of Alex, and after all, I don't think he cares for me half as much as Alex does, only it flatters his vanity. Those great boys are really quite as vain as girls, not Alex though, good downright fellow, who would do anything for me, and I have put him to a hard proof to-night. What a capital thought those charades are, Fred will meet the others on common, nay on superior ground, and there will be none of these foolish questions who can be most manly mad. Fred is really a fine spirited fellow though, and I thought papa could not find it in his heart to be angry with him. How capitally he will act, and how lovely |