300 rewards were distributed. The second, for the Tatworth children, was erected in a commodious barn, belonging to Mr. House, of Tatworth, who, with Mrs. House, and their children (three of whom are voluntary teachers) did everything to forward the work, and make all agreeable to the clergy, company, and recipients, and constructed an elegant corona of evergreens, which had a beautiful effect. The tree was presented by John Churchill Langdon, Esq. It bore eighty rewards. The ceremonial was the same on both occasions, carols being sung, and the Vicar of Chard addressing the teachers, parents, and children.

Those of our readers who are acquainted with the bold and uncompromising works of the late Mr. Barter on behalf of the Church and her principles, will be glad to hear that he is to be succeeded in his living by so good a Churchman as the Rev. George Wallace, of the King's School, Canterbury. Few men have the courage to speak out as Mr. Barter did, and we should be pleased to hear that some tribute to his usefulness in that line was in contemplation.

The Rev. R. C. Leslie Courtenay has been appointed the new Canon of Windsor.

Reviews and Notices.

The Reprint from the "Christian Remembrancer" on the Aberdeen Appeal (Mozley), again forms a valuable record on the subject, which our readers will do well to procure and preserve.

The Neglected Opportunity, Guernsey, by one who has frequently contributed to our pages, is an excellent sketch for the upper classes on the sin of neglecting and despising Church Sacraments and Ordinances, and Confirmation in particular. The example of Harry de Brooke will we hope serve as a warning to all who are too ready to be led by another in religious matters, instead of following the plain laws of the Church as their spiritual mother.

A Few Words to Children on the Festivals (Masters,) is just such a work as we can recommend for use in all Sunday Schools and families. It is very simple, and thoroughly sound.

When the art of Photography is in so many of our shop windows degraded to the most foolish and useless, not to say

coarse and vulgar, representations, we are thankful to see a series announced from good old engravings of sacred subjects at the low price of ls. each (J. Masters). And when we have portraits of popular preachers paraded as given gratis with secular publications, we are glad to see that good portraits of our own divines and holy men of old are in hand, and we trust they will be welcomed by Churchmen. The three we have seen of Laud, Andrewes, and Charles I., are excellent and expressive, and evidently from valuable engravings.

Social versus Political Reform (Bennett, Bishopsgate Street), is the title of a very plain and able pamphlet on the sin of great cities, the social evil, showing it to be in every way a national sin. It is very practical and straightforward, and proves that if ever the office of S. John Baptist was needed it is now; and the writer has discharged his duty of boldly rebuking this particular vice in a most clear and convincing manner.

We have just received the Five Greek Liturgies, bound up in one neat volume. (J. T. Hayes.) The importance of this publication it is not very easy to overrate, and more especially in these times when our great hope for the settlement of our doctrinal differences must be in that reference to which the Church of England has ever pointed, viz, primitive antiquity; and here we have it in its purest and original form: and when the translations appear, we trust no Churchman will be without these valuable safeguards of our faith.

Notices to Correspondents.

WAYNFLETE.-The covers for binding all the volumes can be obtained of the publisher through any bookseller.

Johnson tells us that the chancel is to be upheld by the im propriator or holder of the tithes, and he believes him liable to have them sequestered for its repair or rebuilding. The course would probably be, an application to the Archdeacon, who would inform the Bishop, from whom the admonition to rebuild it must come.

F. C. R.―The verses were received safely. We hope to use them.

THE FORSAKEN.-Received and under consideration.
E. B.-Received with thanks.

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Churchman's Companion.

PART CXLVIII. VOL. XXV.]

[APRIL, 1859.

THE WYNNES; OR, MANY MEN, MANY MINDS.

BY THE AUTHOR OF A HOUSEHOLD RECORD."

CHAPTER VI.

"You call this-oh, I beg your pardon; good morning," and Mr. Cradock held out his hand to Barbara Wynne one February morning two years later.

Barbara had now been her sister and brother in-law's guest for a fortnight, the first visit she had paid them. since a long one a few months only after their wedding. A few courteous commonplaces followed: "the morning was very cold," "the frost more severe," &c., then Mr. Cradock rang the bell.

The butler answered it.

and

"Tell Mrs. Clarke to ascertain whether your mistress is coming down to breakfast."

Barbara unconsciously raised her eyebrows, not that she was surprised at Mr. Cradock's being thus aggravated. There had scarcely been one morning yet on which Henrietta had not kept the punctual man of business waiting more or less.

She sauntered in now, however, before the servant reappeared, with a careless "good morning, Barbara." "You call this eight ?" asked Mr. Cradock, drily.

"I call it nothing; I'm sure I don't know what time it is.'

"You have a watch, I believe. At least you must have heard the bell."

"Yes; really, George, Kent must be told not to ring so loudly; it's enough to deafen anyone."

"Not loud enough to rouse you, unfortunately. Barbara, allow me, some ham."

"Don't be so cross, George. You know baby kept me awake so late last night."

"Unfortunately your lateness this morning cannot be drawn as an inference. It is the first time that child has kept you up, but very far from the first time you have been late down."

"As far from being the first as it will be the last,” answered Henrietta, with a careless audacity that amazed Barbara.

"The last time you will keep me waiting for you," said Mr. Cradock, a flash in his cold eye.

Very well, I have begged you a hundred times not to wait for me."

"And now suppose you favour me with a cup of tea."

"You have some," said Hetty, pettishly.

"I beg your pardon, I have not."

"If you are so cross, you had better pour it out for yourself."

To this childish petulance Mr. Cradock was far above paying any attention. And Henrietta was forced to send him a cup, looking much as if she would have liked to throw some of it at him.

"What time are we to be at the Medlicots' ?" he asked, rising after a silence of ten minutes.

"I don't know."

"Not know ?"

Why should I more than you ?"

Simply because the note was addressed to you, and read by you, not me."

"Well, I forget."

"Then you must find the note and see.”

"I-sha'nt!"

Once more Mr. Cradock rang the bell.

"Kent, fetch your mistress' writing-case from the drawing-room."

Happily Mr. Cradock was not thwarted by his servants as by his wife. The writing-case was brought.

"Now, Henrietta," in the tone of calm command an

exemplary father might use to a wilful child, "find the note, and see what is the hour."

And to Barbara's unbounded surprise and no little relief, Henrietta obeyed.

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Half-past seven," she muttered.

"Then order the carriage at the quarter, and mind you are ready. I shall not wait for you."

"Very well, but I shall not follow you. I shall enjoy a quiet evening with Barbara a great deal better than with those fussy purse-proud Medlicots."

Mr. Cradock was closing the door behind him. This brought him back.

"Henrietta ?" "Well?"

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'I want you for a few moments in the library." "I'm in the middle of my breakfast."

"I shall not keep you, and if you had begun in proper time Iwould have finished before now.'

you

But, George,-hear me. Really I could not help being late. Baby was so terribly unhappy and fractious, and when she caught sight of me, would have me stay."

"But-George," she went on, honest fear, Barbara thought, reducing her to be natural-and quaint and pleasant as she used to be when in disgrace at Ford House," you do not think I can so quietly walk into a lecture as all that! Give it me here where there's Barbara to protect me."

"Are you coming ?" as if exasperated to the last point of endurance.

Hetty rose, casting up her eyes and clasping her hands piteously at her sister; ill-timed expression of her careless merry spirit under the very eyes of the husband whose temper she had been so wantonly aggravating.

The lecture, if lecture it were, was very short. In three minutes the door was closing behind its master and Hetty was at her place at the table, her colour very high, her manner very light.

Barbara anxious to introduce a fresh subject, asked whether nurse thought baby still unwell.