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day when it is appointed to be used ?Yours, &c., M. J.
WORK ON CHURCH DOCTRINES. J.A.S. will be glad if any one can tell her of an inexpensive book explaining the doctrines and practice of our Church, and one which would answer the attacks made upon Catholic truths in a book called “High Church, or Audi alteram partem,” which has been sent her.
What would be the best place to send for one ready for working, and the easiest kind to do?
THE PATH OF SORROW,'' ETC. SIR,-I should feel greatly obliged if one of your correspondents would tell me the name of the aut and the remainder of the verses from which the following is an extract:“The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is un
known, No traveller ever reached that blessed
abode, That found not thorns and briars in his
road." Also the whole of Lord Houghton's poem, Strangers yet.”—Yours, &c., HE N.
OMNIA VINCIT AMOR." CLARIBEL asks if any reader of the Churchman's Companion has the numbers of that periodical containing the whole story of “Omnia Vincit Amor" that they would care to part with, either bound or unbound, and upon what terms they would let CLARIBEL have them?
[CLARIBEL can be supplied by the publisher with the volumes in question. Address Mr. Masters, 78, New Bond Street, London. ED. C. C.)
“OH, MANY ARE THE MANSIONS
THERE." SIR, I should feel very much obliged if any one would kindly tell me from what source these lines are taken :“Oh, many are the mansions there, But not in one hath grief a share, And nought to mar the perfect love Throughout our FATHER's House above." I find it in my Birthday Text-Book. Apologising for troubling you,-Yours, &c., G. E. M.
SERMON-CASE. G. H. would be much obliged to any of the readers of the Churchman's Companion if they could let her know where she could get a nice sermon-case for working herself, not very elaborately.
Notices to Correspondents. Subscriber. It would take a volume to answer your question fully, but if you procure a small book entitled “The Catechism of Theology,” (Masters), it will supply you with the Church doctrine on this and other points. We recommend the same work to our correspondent J. A. S.
H. L. Margaret Alasoques was a Spanish nun who was supposed to see visions.
An Old Subscriber. We cannot, as we have already stated many times, injure the trade of those who have to work for their living by publishing the advertisements of amateurs.
Accepted : “Mors Janua Vitæ ;" * Peacefully the Infant Spirit,” (but we have not room for it at present.)
Declined with thanks : « The two Gardens."
How constantly it is the case that when a perfectly new idea or scheme is presented to our minds for the first time, we either look upon
it in a very favourable, or, on the other hand, a very unfavourable light. After a time, as the mind falls in with, and becomes accustomed to the novelty, we find ourselves regarding this same plan certainly in a divided frame of mind, we are not so certain that, after all, our first judgment was the right one, and oftener still we end by looking at it in just an opposite point of view.
So much did Virginia dislike the idea of accompanying Evered to Torquay, that, for the first few days, she set herself steadily to work to frustrate the plan. With all her reserve and undemonstrativeness, she was deeply attached to her aunts, and the old London home which she had never left for any length of time. Likewise the conviction which she was unable to hide from herself, that Aunt Cicely was becoming every day more weak, made her very loath to leave home for so long and indefinite a period : added to these reasons, there was one other, which though a foolish one, was perhaps really her strongest motive for disliking to leave London. A month ago she would have caught eagerly at the idea of a change, but now things were different, and the principal interests of the last few months, would, she imagined occupy her mind less earnestly in a place away from those people and things which had first roused them. She thought she should not have so many advantages at Torquay in the way of religious privileges, as she had become used to, and learnt to like, at S. Margaret's, which she
looked upon as a model of perfection. Perhaps she was falling, in a measure, into the error so common with the young people of the day, of putting too much trust, and leaning too strongly, on particular forms and accustomed aids to devotion, and had forgotten, that everywhere, in all places, and at all times, what one had been convinced of, ought to remain as firm, even in the total absence of all those external symbols and aids which certainly help to raise the soul, as when surrounded by those catholic usages which the Church can so happily supply. However, in supposing that she would be cut off from these highly prized privileges in going to Torquay, her mind was running away with her, for had she stopped to give the case due consideration, or asked her brother for information, she would have learnt that as a watering-place, Torquay stood high in the list of towns favoured with Church privileges.
A week passed by, and then Virginia, finding that both Evered and Aunt Isabelle deemed it really necessary that she should go
to Torquay, began to look at the plan in a more sober light, and like “ the fox and the grapes,” was forced to make the best of inevitable circumstances. So she looked about for the silver lining to the cloud, which she knew existed somewhere, and at last awoke to the consciousness that the very thing she had been dreading would thus be averted for some time longer, the parting with Evered. After all then, there was something even to be thankful for, as she knew her brother's influence would ever help to keep her straight, and at length, though still not entirely losing her prejudices against leaving London, she was able to look forward with some degree of pleasure to having her brother wholly and undividedly to herself ere their courses should separate again ; although not so completely as heretofore, she knew, for Evered would never allow the total separation from his relations to begin again, such as had existed before his illness, when they were as strangers to him.
The Confirmation day was fixed for the Eve of SS. Michael and All Angels, which feast fell on a Sunday. On the Thursday before, Evered asked her how she intended going to S. Bartholomew's, (the church where the Confirmation was to be held.)
“ Aunt Isabelle said the carriage might take me. Why?”
Mr. Courtenay has obtained permission for me to go into the choir with the other clergy; and I also find I know one of the Curates there slightly, which will facilitate matters capitally.”
“Oh Evered ! how kind! I shall be so glad to have you with me. Is S. Bartholomew's a nice church?”
“That depends on your interpretation of nice,” said Evered smiling. “It is not a very pretty church, for it wants restoring sadly, but they have good services, and the singing is very fine, if you mean that. Mr. Barnes the Incumbent is a very good churchman.”
“I am glad of that,” said Virginia in an accent of relief, and then she continued, “I heard you say you had an Ardleigh letter this morning. Did it contain any news of the appointment ?”
“Oh yes ! I meant to have told you. I explained to you, I think, that ever since I left in June, there has been only a sort of locum tenens, placed there, under the sanction of the Bishop. This morning's letter was from Sir Harry Forster, the patron of the living, who resides at Ardleigh and was abroad at the time of Uncle Arthur's death, in answer to the note I wrote him about being ordered to Torquay, and he gives me the whole arrangements in full. See here, I will read you what he says," added Evered, turning to the letter, " I do not know how you will like what I am going to tell you of the appointment to All Saints', which in fact cannot be called an appointment. The Priest upon whom I have settled in my own mind as being ultimately Rector of Ardleigh, is unable, owing to inevitable circumstances, to come here yet, so the Bishop has most kindly consented to let me put in a regular locum tenens for the ensuing six or eight months, at the end of which time I hope 'my man’ will be able to take possession. My son, Hugh, who was ordained Priest at Trinity, is to be his curate. I fully explained to his lordship my reasons for wishing to carry out this plan, and after some hesitation he consented, though he says he cannot allow it to continue more than eight months at the very outside. Mr. Robson, the locum tenens, of whom you have heard me speak, a great friend of mine, personally, and a thorough churchman, was looking out for some temporary duty of this kind, and is fully satisfied to come here with the understanding that he turns out at the right time, for the right Rector. Everything is to be continued at All Saints' as it was during your uncle's life, and if Robson finds the work too hard, I shall at my own expense, sustain another curate. To put your mind at ease, I must tell you that the Rector that is to be, is a great friend of mine, one who will, I feel convinced, make no alteration in all that we grew to love and value, while dear old Arthur was with us. Of course if he refuses to take Ardleigh, (which I do not anticipate,) I shall offer it to
Mr. Robson for a permanency. There is no need for me to tell you his name just yet, but you shall be the first to know who is to be the Shepherd of the Ardleigh flock. The rest of the letter is about matters which would not interest you. I must say it seems to me a very odd arrangement; but I know Robson will work well, and Hugh Forster is a firstrate fellow ; I am glad he is there."
“It must be very nice for Sir Harry to have his son so near him, but I rather wonder he didn't give the living itself to Mr. Hugh.”
“He has two other livings in his gift, I believe,” said Evered, “so I dare say he will come in for one some day. He would be far too young to have the management of such a parish as Ardleigh, and that his father sees, no doubt."
“If I were Ardleigh, I should decidedly object to being without a priest whom I could call my own, for so long. How odd it seems ! I wonder who the real Rector is to be.”
“If he's a friend of Sir Harry's, I'm sure he will be all right, for a truer, more staunch, rightminded churchman than he, cannot exist. He would never give the living to any but a Catholic. We shall not know who it is till we are leaving Torquay I suppose. By the way, Virgie, I have never asked you how you like the thought of our trip to Torquay."
“I am sorry for some things, and glad for others, very glad for one thing, that I shall have you with me so much longer."
“You're making a mental reservation, sister mine," said Evered playfully. “Come, tell me what things you are sorry for.”
“Oh ever so many things, I don't like leaving the aunts, nor the dear old home, nor
“Nor what?” repeated Evered, seeing she hesitated.
“ You'll think me very foolish,” said his sister, looking down; “but I feel mostly sorry to leave S. Margaret's; no church can ever come up to it, in my estimation. And I shall not like being out of reach of Mr. Courtenay.”
“ I thought as much,” said Evered gravely. “But you must not think Torquay so very behindhand, for there is one, (if not more) good church there, I know; the building of which is perfectly exquisite, I am told.”
“Then you are sure we shall get frequent services ?” asked Virginia gladly, “I am so pleased, for you cannot think how I have learnt to love and value everything at S. Margaret's."