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mon, suited to the occasion, was preached by the Rev. John Walker. His text was chosen from the 8th chapter of the third book of Kings. He commenced with an appropriate description of the dedication of Solomon's Temple; his exertions at this part were striking and impressive, although the effect was, at times, in some degree lost to the auditors in the more remote parts of the building.

Having noticed the Society of St. Patrick, to whose exertions the new chapel owes its erection, the Rev. Gentleman proceeded to illustrate the nature of the Eucharistic Sacrifice. This part of his discourse, addressed, as it was, to a mixed audience, required, doubtless, no inferior degree of talent to dispose of without offence to his "separated brethren;" and this was effected in a manner eminently divested of that sectarian acerbity which so often distinguishes the public assertion of any peculiar doctrine.

After alluding to the highly-valued exertions of the labouring classes of the Catholic community of Liverpool, as well as to the generous benefactions of the more opulent classes, in erecting this temple, the Rev. Gentleman paid a handsome and wellearned tribute to the characteristic zeal of the sons of the sister Isle, and warmly eulogized their indefatigable industry, and perseverance, in promoting the faith of their fathers. He then concluded in a very animated and impressive manner. The sermon occupied forty-two minutes, and the collection amounted to £300.

It may be worthy of remark here, that the Rev. Mr. Walker's talents as a preacher are by no means of an humble order. His style is dignified, and his delivery remarkably free and unrestricted; whilst his manner is ingenuous, and his sentiments correct and well adjusted. With enunciation somewhat more full and distinct than was exhibited on this occasion, he would doubtless become a more than ordinary attraction.

To the Editor of the Catholic Miscellany.


The Morning Herald of Saturday last contains the two following articles; and certainly the Editor acts with candour by inserting both, for if, as the writer of one article asserts, the monks of San Lorenzo de Escu rial lead an easy and idle life, most undoubtedly the article of the other shews that certain dignitaries of the Protestant establishment in England are not behind them in worldly enjoyment.

I make considerable concession when I appear to admit that the monks contribute as little to the public benefit as do the bishop and his rich pluralist sons, or that the cases are similar. The bishop alone, and his sons, engross an income infinitely larger than all the possessions of the four hundred monks of St. Lorenzo; nor do the monks wallow in luxury, and lead lives of comparative inutility. They employ a great number of persons in the cultivation of their lands, practice the most extensive hospitality, give their time to gratuitous education, clothe and feed the poor, assist the sick, comfort the afflicted, and perform all the duties of religion.

I am, Sir,

Your obedient servant, EDWARD BLOUNT.

August 29th, 1827.

CHURCH PREFERMENT. CONSIDERABLE dissatisfaction is said to have been felt amongst the clergy, in consequence of instances having been recently multiplied, of individuals high in clerical dignity holding at the same time several appointments of large emolument more especially in the annexation of deaneries to bishoprics. It might, probably, appear invidious to point out the instances referred to; they are, however, but too obvious to that order of persons most immediately interested in the subject.

The disproportionate remuneration of the clergy has frequently been termed the opprobrium of the church;

and it cannot but be regretted by every friend to the establishment, when grounds of complaint on this point appear rather to increase than to diminish. While there exists so great a number of meritorious candidates for ecclesiastical preferment, it is to be lamented that the honours and emoluments of the church should be unfairly engrossed by the few. How will hundreds, nay thousands of learned and laborious clergymen feel, many of whom perfectly understand the meaning of "res angusta domi," when they see that a bishop of large private fortune, whose annual revenue from the church, independently of immense occasional fines on renewals, is. £16,000

has heaped upon his two sons the following benefices:

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THE palace, church, and convent, of San Lorenzo de Escurial, have been so often described, that it would be useless to say a word about them; the beauty of the architecture and the magnificence of the interior would almost compensate the trouble of visiting them from any distance. There are immense treasures in the church, and though many of them have been removed, among other things, I am told that there is still an image of St. Lorenzo, which weighs four hundred and fifty pounds, in silver, and has eighteen pounds of gold about it; this, however, forms only a small part of the valuables attached to it. Some of the finest paintings, by Spanish and other masters, are to be seen in

C. M. VOL VIII. NO. 69.

the convent, which is a very handsome and convenient building. Before the entrance of Napoleon Into Spain, there were about four hun dred resident monks; but now there are only half that number. These holy fathers lead a very pleasant, or at least idle life, and divide their time to the best advantage. They have a fine garden to walk in with fish-pouds; and when I was there, several were amusing themselves with angling, and they, of course, smoked at the same time. Thus, without contributing at all to the public benefit, they have all a man can desire, with a comfortable house and excel lent living, while thousands of indus trious persons in some of the small towns either cannot find employment, or when employed do not earn enough to support their families. The beauty of the palace forms a strong contrast to the ruined and miserable-looking houses of which the town is formed.

The monks whom I met in the convent were particularly civil and obliging, and seemed anxious to show me every hole and corner. The kitchen was well supplied, and the most goodly preparations were making for supper; good living, were I to judge from appearances, is not at all out of repute with them.

The late Mr. Canning.-In the preceding memoir of the late Mr. Canning, it is mentioned that his ancestor, William Cannings, was a wealthy merchant of Bristol, and several times mayor of that city. Towards the close of the 14th century, he founded the ancient and beautiful church of St. Mary Redcliffe, near Bristol, in which he afterwards became an officiating priest; and two monuments of him are now to be seen in one corner of the church. In one of these are full-length stone figures of himself and his wife, and the other represents him clothed in his sacerdotal vestments, in which character he closed a long and holy life, about the year 1411. The present Francis Canning, Esq. of Foxcote, is the lineal descendant from the same. ancestors.


ON Wednesday, the 1st ult., the pupils of the Primary College, Carshalton, underwent their first examination before the Right Rev. Dr. Branston, and the Right Rev. Dr. Weed, in presence of the relatives and friends of the students.

The classes comprised Greek, Latin, French, English Grammar, and Composition; and it is but justice to the children and their masters to say, that the pupils acquitted themselves greatly to the satisfaction of their auditors.

Some specimens of Elocution were also exhibited with much applause, and at the close of the examination, some lines of poetry, written for the occasion, which we insert for the perusal of our readers, were delivered

with considerable spirit by Master Pent.

Dr. Bramston and Dr. Weld expressed themselves highly gratified with the progress of the young gentlemen, as well as with their healthy countenances and general appear


We take much pleasure in making this establishment known, as from the spirit with which it appears to have been commenced, its patronage by the Right Rev. Bishops and Clergy, together with the reasonableness of the terms, and salubrity of its situation, it appears to us calculated to be of very great advantage to the Catholic youth of the London District, as well as of the county in general.

The verses referred to above.

THE Prisoner whom some debt detains
In " durance vile" midst sighs and chains,
With joy salutes the happy day
That gives him back to liberty.
The seaman from the giddy mast,
The storm subdued, the danger past,
With boist❜rous mirth proclaims the shore,
That gives him to his friends once more;
With equal joy and exultation

The school-boy greets the dear vacation.

Yes, happy days! I bid you welcome,

Your joys, how sweet, how pure, how healthsome;

How sweet to ramble when inclined,

By college trammels unconfined,

To visit friends the livelong day,

And go at night to see the play,

To gaze at Yates and Matthew's faces,

Their foreign trips, and French grimaces ;

To see the proud tragedian stride,

Or Ducrow on six horses ride,

To go to Op'ras gaily drest,

And hum the airs that please us best,
Discuss the merits of the drama

Or travel to the Panorama;
Or last, but not the least of all,

To see the wounded soldier fall,
In mock heroic at Vauxhall.

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Number! and Grammar! these are hard enough,
French, Latin, Syntax, still more pláguy stuff,
But Greek! its very alphabet is tough.
Long-winded words, but learn'd to be forgot,
Optote, diptote, treptote, and monoptote,

Full ten declensions! what a monstrous bore!

TUTO, dread scourge of school-boys, oft has made us sore.

From six till one, again from seven to four,

Upon these dreary tasks we daily bore;

Learn them we must, e'en in Minerva's spite,

With tasks our heads are cramm'd by day by night.
Yes, e'en at night a spectre tutor frowns,
Assaults our brains with adverbs, pronouns, nouns!
Displays a map, and shews the several bounds
Of nations, empires, and the sites of towns,
Stalking from desk to desk, sedate and cool,
He still repeats the labours of the school.-
Last night, I think I heard, or seem'd to hear
His angry voice assail my startled ear,
With ruthless pen, the fair writ theme he scratched,
And vow'd such idleness was never matched,
"Tis negligence, he said and prayers were vain,
He tore my shoulders with his shadowy cane.

The dream then changed-a coach arose,
(Such phantoms you've seen I suppose),
I seem'd to hear the rattling wheel,
Th' enlivening motion seem'd to feel,
Beside the coachman, mounted high,
I saw the steeds like light'ning fly;
The frequent lash, the frequent jest,
As clouds of dust the coach invest,
Still strike my ear-I wak'd for joy,
To-morrow morn we thus shall fly
From college rules to liberty.

August, 1827.

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away, and the return of darkness is come upon them. That mighty man, whose fame has filled the world, and whose counsels influenced the conduct of empires, is now confined within the narrow limits of a grave, which, straitened though it be, is yet too extensive for its use. The tyrants -the oppressors-the destroyers of the peace and the happiness of mankind, are rejoicing, and the fell Orange faction have already commenced their ferocious shouts of ex

ultation; they have already shown how closely allied to the demon they are. They triumph because mighty talents have fallen, and because great virtues have become extinct (cheers). So, in the fettered land of Spain, the enslavers of their country will rejoice with them; and the oppressors, who live by the misery of their fellows in the streets of Constantinople, will join their shouts of triumph to those of the Orangemen of Ireland, when they shall be told that George Canning is no more (cheers). But while they rejoice, we ought to mourn. We have lost a powerful friend-the mothers of Irish children have lost a protector-and the blessings which, under his administration, we hoped so soon to enjoy in reality, have now suddenly been hurried from us, and show like a dim and distant vision in our eyes. Ireland ought to mourn,and notwithstanding the fallen and miserable condition in which Spain now is, there is still in that unhappy country many a heart that will de

plore the misfortune of her people in not having combined the causes of religion and liberty, while such a friend remained to favour their exertions. There is still in Portugal many a degraded subject, who will grieve that his fellow-countrymen did not endeavour to secure to themselves the advantages of that constitution which Canning protected. There is still in struggling Greece many a gallant spirit that will long to demonstrate the sincerity of its grief for his departure, by sacrificing at his tomb whole hecatombs of the enemies of Christianity (cheers). In South America, too-in Mexico, in Peru, in Chili and La Plata-and, more than all, in Colombia, will his death be followed by mourning. The great, the immortal Bolivar, will shed tears of bitter anguish; the sounds of sorrow will ascend to the very summit of the Andes; and throughout all the nations of the earth, the name of Canning will be consecrated in the grief of every worthy breast."


On the 5th ult., at Bosworth Hall, Leicester, the Lady of George Fortescue Turvile, Esq., of a daughter.

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