cure for the infection of the grape-vines and destroy the phyloxerra! Do our divinity students strive after this fashion against the burning torch and the destroying machete which carries destruction into the Master's field? Concealed behind the walls of their pleasant, easy-going schools, are these young heads bent over their books for all the shining hours of the day and through the still hours of the night? Those whom we have met bear no marks of such absorbing thought and labor. island being chiefly in sugar and molasses, or the rum that was made of them. The population grew rapidly at first. Latterly St. Vincent has suffered along with all the West Indies from the misfortunes that have attended the cane-sugar industry. The population is stationary in numbers, probably decreasing in wealth. Before the recent disaster it was but little over 40,000. About three-quarters of these were negroes of more or less mixed blood. There were perhaps about 2,700 Europeans. The rest were the remnants of the native stock. The whole island is obviously volcanic in origin. The mountain range which intersects it from north to south shows on all of its peaks traces of volcanic action and La Soufriere, the greatest of the volcanoes, was violently active as recently as 1812. The double crater formed at that time was among the largest known. It was three miles around, 500 feet deep. Beside this there was a minor crater, but it seems probable that the entire configuration of the mountain will be changed by the recent eruption. St. Vincent is favored above Martinique in that its principal harbor was not immediately at the base of its great volcano, but at the extreme end of the island. Kingstown, therefore, has suffered but little from the recent eruption of La Soufriere, though the rain of ashes has destroyed vegetation even in its immediate vicinity. Our pictures show how the city lies and that there is here no such rapid ascent as that which carries the traveller up a thousand feet for every mile from St. Pierre, till he reaches the summit of Martinique, only five miles away. The immediate surroundings of Kingstown are gently undulating. The summit of the island is not It is not an isolated instance that records a man's preparation for his ordination and his marriage within the same week without seeing any conflicting duties. Surely the love and companionship of a good woman ought to help to exalt his life, and why wait? The two most absorbing things which are presented to a man's life cannot run in equal currents in his heart and brain when each are tentative and both demand an ardent devotion. When a man is putting to the test what is the measure of his abnegation to Christ's cause; when he must know to the very ground of its truth what he is pledged to defend, he cannot safely devote half of his precious time to love, however pure, and dream dreams of that uncertain future for which he must provide material foundations. Let him ground himself in deep and perfect knowledge; let his vision be clear and positive, before he assumes the duties of two overmastering allegiances. The young laborer ardently preparing to keep watch over the ripe field and see that neither flame nor sword destroy, must realize the majesty of his calling as they did who first followed the untiring steps of Christ. No wavering conceptions must remain to give a doubtful emphasis, as he breaks the Bread of Life and bids the people: "Take, eat." T Where there 1992 (25 YOUNG BT MARY LEDY room ta Miss Ledyar her pe t see the er temple cheek; ne pable lit hich s shoulders of his Sord's pup school-r other Boyd as : Грод after m ste bad demnation is generally recognized to be that it was likely to be popular, which the other certainly is not. It may be interesting to recall that it was not till the close of the twelfth century that the reading of Scripture in the vernacular, without episcopal permission, was formally forbidden in the Roman Church. This decree of Innocent III. was repeated in England as late as 1383, by a fulmination of the Synod of Oxford against Wyckliffe. Similar proclamations had been made in the thirteenth century in France and in Spain, where a decree of a Synod at Tarragona "declared any one to be a heretic who was not ready to surrender, for burning, within eight days any transla tion of the Bible." These obscurantist efforts were not imitated in Germany and were greatly complicated by the invention of printing. The Council of Trent did not attempt to abolish Biblical translations altogether, but declared the Valgate the only authentic version and insisted that all translations, complete or partial, should have explanatory notes and a diocesan imprimatur. They could be owned only by episcopal sanction, which Pius IV. instructed should be refused, unless the application were countersigned by the parish priest or confessor. The extreme papal position was taken fifty years later in condemning-chos Quesnel's translation in the famous or infamous Bull Unigenitus. In another half century the Church had gone so far backward as to sanction more than one translation, and with the decline of the Inquis ition more rational counsels prevailed. Still, in the time of Pius IX. the Bible was practically unknown to the laity in Italy, and to a great extent it so remains. Even the Epistle and Gospel are not read in the vernacular, as is usual in Roman Catholic England and common in Germany. Recently some earnest-spirited youths of Rome undertook to distribute leaflets containing a translation of the Sunday Gospel, but have found serious opposition from parish priests, though the Gospels were accompanied by suitable "reflections." Lately, however, the Archbishop of Aquila has recommended that the Gospel be explained to the people, seeking to meet Protestant propaganda after the homeopathic fashion. The archbishop would doubtless go further, if he dared, for he speaks of the Italian people as "anxiously waiting to hear the religious verities," and asserts that "it is not possible to hope that the Catholic propaganda will prove really efficacious until the people are solidly instructed in the Gospel." reached for some nine miles, where Morne Garou rises higher than the highest mountain in Martinique, nearly 5,000 feet, and culminates as usual in a crater which, however, has less than half the circumference of La Soufriere. As usual with volcanic soils, vegetation was exceedingly luxuriant and the well-watered valleys that intersect the island were covered with a bewildering vegetation. At present practically the whole southern half of the island is a desert. Broad tracts of territory are covered with volcanic dust to the depth of several feet and here nothing will grow again in our generation. But Kingstown will soon resume its old appearance and something of the fascination which it has for the visitor cannot but be suggested by our illustration of the town and its harbor. Where else will he find umbrageous trees growing along the harbor front, their boughs interlacing and almost overhanging the surf that seems ready to lap their base, while in every nook among the houses nature reasserts herself in luxuriant profusion? If a strenuous life had brought one to nervous prostration one might seek far for a place full of more reposeful suggestion. Notes on St. Vincent. (See illustrations on preceding page.) HE imagination finds it hard to picture the luxuriant tropical scenes that our illustrations present of the island of St. Vincent, and doubly hard to reconcile these with the pictures of utter desolation and arid hopelessness whose colors are deepened by each day's added detail. St. Vincent is a tiny island only eighteen miles long and eleven wide. One could walk across it in a day in any direction, where there were roads. were not, one could hardly walk at all, so dense is the undergrowth, so volcanotossed the contours of the land. The island was one of the first known to chartographers, for Columbus landed here in 1498, though he did little to explore it. It passed presently into the hands of the English, and was granted by Charles I. to the Earl of Carlisle in 1627. It was then peopled entirely by Caribs, who formed nearly a quarter of the population at the time of the recent eruption, which destroyed proportionately more of them than of negroes or of whites. The first settlement was made by African slaves who were shipwrecked here in 1675. The island changed hands at the Restoration, and again with the accession of the House of Hanover. The Caribs made a last struggle for independence, aided by the French, who controlled the island for a time, but ceded it again to England in 1763. Somewhat later it became a royal colony. Then immigration was actively encouraged and plantations began to be extensively cultivated, the trade of the Bible reading among Roman Catholics is being examined historically and as to its present status by a Roman Catholic correspondent of The Guardian, who bases his remarks on the recent condemnation of Lasserre's translation of the Gospels into French. The ostensible reason for this condemnation was that the translation was not furnished with a commentary such as is demanded by the Council of Trent, and furnished, for instance, by Father Elliott in his recent "Life of Christ." There were notes of course, and from a literary or scholarly point of view the book was decidedly superior to the current Douay English version. The real fault aimed at in the con Bishop Tucker reports from Uganda, for the year ending September, 1901, 5,536 baptisms, of which 4,067 were adult. There were 9,865 communicants, 1 for every 3 of the baptized, and one-quarter of these were engaged in active work for the Church, among them 420 women. The mission had under instruction 12,363 children, and 306 young men for missionary work. The total present number of baptized and catechumens was 35,239. It was stated in the House of Commons on March 20, by Lord Cranborne, that the Government did not propose to make any special grants to the Societies for educational work in the Protectorate, though it looked to them to educate the natives to a degree that would enable them to take part in European administration of the Protectorate. He reported a general diminution in sla ve-holding, which he said was already little more than nominal, and would in fifteen years cease to exist. YOUNG PEOPLE'S DEPARTMENT Milton's Composition. BY MARY E. MITCHELL. R. LEDYARD sat in the schoolroom talking to the teacher. "Of course I do not expect Milton to win any such distinction as yet, but I think a competition might excite his ambition and arouse those powers which at present seem somewhat dormant. I will call again and talk more upon this matter. Good day," and Mr. Ledyard took his departure. Miss Boyd was pretty, but Mr. Miss Boyd drew a sigh of relief. Mr. Ledyard was not thinking of Ledyard was very verbose! her personal attractions. He did not see the soft hair which kinked about her temples; nor the curve of her pink cheek; neither did he notice the alert, capable little air of authority and dignity, which sat so becomingly on her young shoulders. Mr. Ledyard's thoughts were all of his son, one of "He uses so many words!" she said to herself. "I don't wonder there are none left for Milton! He's the quietest boy I ever saw." Miss Boyd's pupils. The school-room was bright and sunny. Moreover, it was orderly and attractive. It could not - well be otherwise, with Miss Boyd as its ruling spirit. Upon the walls, which, after much persuasion, she had induced the authorities to have tinted, hung well-chosen pictures; flowers bloomed in the windows, and the scholars learned many of the first principles of law and order by the daily contact with their surroundings. Greenhill was the smallest kind of a town, but its mistress had reason to be proud of -her school. "Yes," said Mr. Ledyard. "I would like to have Milton's love of literature roused and stimulated. It is a fond hope of mine, and I will not conceal it from you, that Milton should become an author. I cannot say I have yet seen any evidence that he is particularly skilled in the use of the pen. But it must be in him; it must be in him!" repeated Mr. Ledyard, nodding his grey head. "What with his mother's taste for books and my own powers of composition, he must have nherited something which will give him at least a start in the paths of literature. Do you see the budding promise of such a endency, Miss Boyd?" Miss Boyd would have Liked to evade this quesion, but Mr. Ledyard's searching gaze was upon er, and she was forced ruthfully to admit that he had not. The Ledyards had recently moved to Greenhill. Mr. Ledyard was "literary." To tell the truth, his prose was rather According to his promise, Mr. Ledyard again visited the school; this time during its session. The boys grinned at Milton, as his father mounted the platform. Mr. Ledyard delivered a little speech, he always improved the opportunity when he had a chance, and in conclusion he made a proposition which brought to instant attention the wandering wits of his young audience. "And so," he said, "wishing to foster in you the love of that instrument which is mightier than the sword, I offer you a prize. To the pupil who reads the best original thesis at your rhetorical exercises, a week from Friday, I will present a ten-dollar gold-piece. Miss Boyd and myself, with one other responsible citizen, will constitute the committee which shall decide upon the merits of your work. "Just here I should like to make one stipulation; when I say 'original,' I mean original! It must be your work, not your teacher's, nor your parents', nor your friends'. I would suggest that each of you show your first draft to Miss Boyd. If she approves of your subject, she can advise you upon it, pointing out your most glaring defects. Acting upon her counsel, you may re-write your theme by yourself, but no one must see it again, until you read it to us. And remember, my dear young friends, that the prize will be the very least of your compensations. You will gain something of far more value than dollars. The man or woman who has cultivated a good power of expression has won half the battle of life!" "THAT NIGHT AFTER SCHOOL MISS BOYD CALLED MILTON . "But," she hastened to add, "you know Milton has been with me only a little vhile, and I hardly feel that I know him et. He's very good in his arithmetic." Mr. Ledyard's face fell. "The greatest writers have usually been otably poor mathematicians," he said, ith a sigh. "However, it will please me ery much if you will kindly pay special ttention to Milton's written work. If the terary side of my nature had been deeloped and encouraged in my youth, my rogress as an author would have been uch less laborious. My son shall have he chance I did not." "He seems a very docile lad," Miss oyd could think of nothing else to say. "Milton's a good boy, a good boy, but LEDYARD TO HER." dreary and his poetry very much like prose, but Greenhill did not know that, and he was accepted as a man of great importance by that little community. He was tall and thin, with a ponderous manner, and sufficient appreciation of his own ability. Aside from this, he was a good man and a kind husband and fond father. Milton, his only child, a square-built, commonplace lad of about fifteen, possessed much of the practicality and downright common sense which his father lacked. Slow of manner and speech, his teacher had considered him one of her dullest pupils, until she discovered his love of arithmetic. In that study, he did well. In power of expression he was utterly wanting. "I don't believe he has a ray of imagination!" thought Miss Boyd, as she looked at his stolid, good-natured face. "If he has, he certainly can't put it into words!" This was the boy who was to be made into an author! The scholars looked a little frightened. The prize was most alluring. But a "thesis!" When Mr. Ledyard finished, Miss Boyd arose. "Boys and girls," she said, in her crisp, cheerful tones, "you hear what Mr. Ledyard has told you. I know you feel his kindness and for you I thank him. To each one of you I say, 'Write the best composition you can, and you will win, even though you do not take the prize.' A feeling of relief came over the scholars. So it was only a composition they were asked to write! That, surely, was not so formidable! "Mr. Ledyard may be a great writer," said one of the boys to himself, "but for putting a thing fair and straight give me Miss Boyd every time!" That night, after school, Miss Boyd called Milton Ledyard to her. "Milton," she said. "I want you to try very hard in this competition. There is no way you could better please your father. Will you?" "Yes'm," said Milton. "You haven't done very well in composition work since you have been here. I am sure you can do better. Choose your subject and bring your work to me as soon as you can. I will give you all the help that is right." Thank you, m'am," said Milton, and he went out. The boys were grouped in the yard, talking about the prize. "Going to try?" asked one. "Well, I reckon!" replied another. "I'd do 'most anything for ten dollars." 'Remember, my dear young friends.'" began a third, ""this money which you receive is not' "O keep still!" put in a comrade, seeing Milton approach. "Going in for the prize, Milton?" "Guess so," replied Milton. The boys winked at each other. They had heard some of Milton's compositions! For the next few days there was a great scratching of pens, knitting of brows and consulting of dictionaries, by the pupils of the Greenhill school. The first composition handed to Miss Boyd was Milton Ledyard's. It was written in the neatest and clearest of hands, and carefully spelled. "MILTON. "Milton was a man who wrote poems. His He did not write them himself. daughter did. He was blind. He told his daughter what to write. He wrote 'Paradise Lost,' which is a very great poem. It is all about Adam and Eve being turned out of the Garden of Eden. You can get it all in the Bible, not so long, besides beBesides it is Scriping easier to read. ture. Milton is dead. I was named for him. I don't believe I shall write poems. It is hard to make the rhymes come right." "Milton," said Miss Boyd, the first time she could see him alone, "what made you choose that subject for your composition?" "I thought it would please father," responded the boy. "He thinks a lot of him." "Can't you find more to say about the great poet? Your composition seems a little-short! Why don't you read up about him?" "I have. Father's got a big life of him at home. I got in all that seemed interesting." Miss Boyd was silent for a moment: finally she said: "I'll tell you honestly, Milton, I think it would be better for you to take some subject with which you are more familiar. The greatest authors often write about the simplest things. Choose something you like, and in which you are interested, then write it out as if you were telling it. Talk it, on paper! Will you try again?" "Yes'm," replied Milton, without a sign of discouragement. "Oh, dear!" sighed Miss Boyd, to herself, as the boy went off. "I'm afraid he's hopeless. He doesn't even dream that his work lacks anything!" The next day Milton brought his second attempt, faultlessly inscribed and neatly folded. Miss Boyd received it with fear in her heart. She waited until she was alone before she opened it. This is what she read. "MY SUMMER VACATION. "I staid at my grandfather's all summer. He lives on a farm at Statesville, which is great fun and the biggest farm anywhere about except Mr. Slater's over on the Bingham Road who has only five horses. My grandfather has ten. I had a good time haying and berrying and going in swimming, and fishing. That was about all there was to it. Then I came home." "So this is his attempt at an easy, conversational style!" groaned Miss Boyd, when she had read the remarkable document. "If I could only keep him from competing! but that wouldn't be fair." When Milton came for his consultation, she received him as cheerfully as possible. "I like your subject very much," she said; "but you can make a good deal more out of it." "It did seem a little short," admitted Milton. "But I said about all there was to say." "O there is so much more, if you only will stop and think. How many things you might tell about the farm and the animals! Imagine yourself right in the midst of the farm life and then write about it. Tell about the people connected with your life there. You know how good it is to meet pleasant people in books. If they have been brave and honest and kind it helps us to read of them." W E-M HALLOWELL. YEAR'S. FIRST ORCHID uted air perfectly E are apt to think of orchids only as rare hothouse blossoms suspended above the earth and living daintily on air; but as a matter of fact there are numerous species which are rooted in the ground and grow there just like other plants. They are distributed throughout the United States, except in the very dry regions, and some are common enough to have a place in the posies which children love to gather in their May-day outings. The earliest of these wild orchids to bloom in our Northern States is usually one that delights in the deep, moist loam of the brookside in rich woodlands, and is called the Showy Orchis. It is sometimes in bloom in latter April, but always in May. In some sections of the country it is known as the Preacher-in-the-pulpit, but is not to be confused with that other orator of the wood, Jack-in-the-pulpit or Indian Turnip, which is familiar to everybody, and which belongs to quite another tribe of plants. Our little Preacher consists of a spike of three or four pink and white flowers on a stalk a few inches high, springing from the heart of two smooth, sheathing leaves, and is easily recognized by the grotesque character of the blossoms. Each of these bears a striking resemblance to a hooded head with a long Miss Boyd's voice grew quite intense in her desire to instill some conception of life and color into Milton's ideas of composition. "You can dwell more on your work and amusements at the farm. Then you can tell us how it looked. It's a beautiful place, isn't it?" "Yes'm," responded Milton. "Write about it, then. Describe the "One word more about the way in which Do Roa Yr S fo white beard flowing downward from it, Perhaps it would remind us by this shadowing forth of humanity in its outlines that the qualities of the rightly developed human life have prototypes in the flowers. In one, as in the other, there are sweetness and purity and simplicity; open-heartedness and a cheery brightness in fair weather and foul, shed with equal favor upon all creatures; and there is in each an equal dependence upon the divine largess for the wherewithal of the daily life. How great is the mystery of a flower! Before it the whole wisdom of this world stands baffled, impotent to explain any absolute thing of its origin, its essence, or its ultimate mission in the earth. Yet it has power sometimes to make a hard heart tender and a tender heart glad, and the mind of faith ever finds in it an evidence of the universal providence of God, beyond which man cannot stray. "Yes'm," said Milton, cheerfully. "Very well. Think over what I have said, and do your very best." "If he'd only feel a little anxious about it, I'd have more hope," sighed Miss Boyd. "Prize! If he doesn't make a laughing stock of himself he'll do well!" Composition day came at last, bright and clear. The school-room was well filled with the relatives and friends of the pupils. Everyone was in gala costume. Fourteen of Miss Boyd's boys and girls had entered the lists. They sat, in best clothes, on front benches, each holding a carefully-written manuscript. They all seemed nervous, with the exception of Milton Ledyard. He was as placid and unconcerned as ever. Miss Boyd made a little speech. She told of Mr. Ledyard's interest and kindness, and she held up to sight the shining gold-piece, soon to pass into the hands of one of her pupils. Mr. Ledyard sat at one side of the platform, near the door, looking very impor tant. Now and then his eye rested. with some anxiety, upon his son; but Milton's face showed no sign of disturbance. shin Hiram Liddy Bro Arter Tho a The programme opened with a little Then came the reading of the music. compositions. One by one the competitors stepped forward and went through the ordeal. Of course the essays were only boyish and girlish productions, but they were unpretentious and pleasing, and Miss Milton's Boyd felt proud of her flock. turn came last. Mr. Ledyard cleared his throat and tried to look unconscious, while Miss Boyd moved uneasily on her chair. Milton showed not the least sign of embarrassment. He took his place on the platform, made his bow with his usual unperturbed air, and read his composition As he in a perfectly composed voice. read, it was borne in upon Miss Boyd with overwhelming force, that he had literally followed her counsels in every particular! "MY SUMMER VACATION. "My grandfather lives at Statesville. He has a farm. Mr. Slater lives on the Grandfather's farm is Bingham Road. not so large as Mr. Slater's by twenty Mr. Slater has five horses. My I picked berries. grandfather has ten. One day I picked fourteen quarts, making I went haying and one dollar, forty. swimming. I went fishing. I had a good time. That is about all I did. The fields were green. The brook was clear. There were fish in it. The trees were hand acres. some. Hiram was the hired man. He was large. He was honest. He worked hard. Liddy was the hired girl. She was the same as Hiram. There were twenty cows on the farm. Their names were Flossy, Lucy, Jenny, Milly, Kate, Crumpy, Whitey, Browny, Spotty, Stripe, Whiteoot, Burntback, Cuba, Molly, Ellen, Flora, Nellie, Hooker, Kicker and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The horse's names were Stamford, Empire, King, Sultan, Gipsy, Tom, Carter, Daisy, Favor and Susan. There were thirty pigs. Some were young igs. Fifty hens, or sixty, I forget. I Pan't remember their names. It is fine to ive on a farm. It makes you eat well. People who live on a farm are always good eaters." ད Miss Each sentence fell upon the listeners' ars with unmerciful clearness. Boyd's face grew very pink and some of he girls showed unmistakable signs of irth. Several of the boys grinned openy, and an air of amusement pervaded the udience. No one dared look toward Mr. edyard. There was a little pause after filton had taken his seat. Then Miss loyd, gathering her scattered faculties, rose and announced that the committee 'ould now consult in regard to the prize. he turned toward Mr. Ledyard, but he as gone! His chair was empty. "My ummer Vacation" had proved too much br him. Like the Arab, he had "folded is tent and as silently stolen" out of the The News. Diocesan Conventions of Arkansas, East Carolina, Iowa, Georgia, Long Island, Maine, Nebraska, Newark, Quincy, Rhode Island, Southern Ohio, and Western New York. Under "Diocesan News": The Trinity Ordinations in Calvary church, New York; Exhibition of Manual Work in Trinity parish schools; The Trinity Ordinations in the Church of the Atonement, Philadelphia; Meeting of Southern Archdeaconry of Brooklyn; Meeting of Litchfield Archdeaconry, Conn.; St. Stephen's church, Boston, Mass.; Meeting of the Churchman's Club in Providence; Election of a rector for St. John's church, Washington; Bishop Whittle's health and the death of the Rev. Dr. Packard; Men's Club of St. Bartholo mew's, Englewood, Ill.; Death of Mrs. Clark son at Omaha, etc., etc. Mentions. The Rev. Stephen H. Alling is now in charge of St. Peter's church, Dansville, N. Y. The Rev. George Clarke Houghton, D.D., will sail on the "Kronprinz" on June 3 for Europe. The Rev. Henry B. Restarick, of San Diego, Cal., has accepted his election as Missionary Bishop of Honolulu. Communications intended for the secretary of the diocese of Iowa should be addressed to the Rev. S. R. J. Hoyt, Davenport, Ia. The street address of the Rev. Dr. Shinn is changed from Linder Terrace to No. 56 Eldredge street, Newton, Mass. The address of the Rev. Theodore B. Foster, rector of Grace church, Kansas City, Mo., is 1,711 Pennsylvania avenue. The Rev. Wilford L. Hoopes has declined to reconsider his resignation of Calvary church, Providence, R. I., which will take effect July 1. The address of the Rev. D. D. Addison, D.D., rector of All Saints' church, Brookline, Mass., from May 27 to Oct. 5 will be care of Brown, Shipley & Co., London, Eng. The Rt. Rev. G. H. Kinsolving, D.D., Bishop of Texas, delivered the annual flower sermon on the Shaw foundation, on Whitsunday, May 18, at Christ church cathedral, St. Louis, Mo. The Rev. George P. Bentley has resigned the rectorship of Grace church, Monroe, La., and will have charge of the Church of the Annunciation, New Orleans, La., during the summer. The Rev. William Prall, D.D., will leave for Europe May 31. His address until Aug. 1 will be Maquay & Co., Florence, Italy, and thereafter Hottinguer & Co., 38 rue de Provence, Paris, until Sept. 1. Grace church, Elizabeth, N. J., the Rev. H. H. Sleeper, Ph.D., rector, is to have a parish club house which will cost over $50,000. The club will be known as "The Edward Clark Club." The address of the Rev. S. DeLancey Townsend, D.D., rector of All Angels' church, from June 1 to Oct. 1, will be, Care of Brown, Shipley & Co., 123 Pall Mall, London. resumes The Rev. Henry L. Badger, after a six months' leave of absence spent in California, Then the daisies are opening to the day, Olympia, Wash., June 1, and is to be addressed the charge of St. John's church, ing, little Laughter, following after, pen, dear Eyes, to the earth and the skies, Joining the world in its play! 'hen the May-bells are hushed in purple night, hen the daisies are dreaming of delight, ush, little Lute-voice, cease, little Flutevoice, ream, lid-shut Eyes, of the earth and the skies, Dream of the dawn winged and white. To complain of destiny is only to exse our own feebleness of soul.-Maeterick. accordingly. The Rev. Harold Morse, rector of the Church of the Mediator, Morgan Park, Ill., and family, will sail for England by the Allan Line steamer "Tunisian," June 14, for a vacation till the middle of August. The Rev. Samuel H. Webb has resigned Christ church, Providence, R. I., after a rectorship of thirty-five years, the resignation to take effect Sept. 1. He will remain in active Church work, though not accepting another rectorship. The Rev. Edmund S. Rousmaniere, of Grace church, Providence, R. I., has declined the rectorship of Grace church, Brooklyn. He has also received a call to St. John's church, Washington, D. C. The parish house of St. John's church, New Milford, Conn., was badly scarred and seared within by a fire several months ago. A defective flue probably ignited the woodwork, which smoldered for a long time. Fortunately the fire was discovered. before the flames burst outside the casing, and it was extinguished only after the serious disfigurement of most of the furniture and decoration within. The insurance enabled the parish to restore the house in a most appropriate and tasteful style, and it is once more habitable and home-like. The Rev. Thomas E. Green, D.D., rector of Grace church, Cedar Rapids, Ia., delivered the oration at the banquet of the "Society of Colonial Wars" at Princeton, N. J., on May 14, and delivers the Commencement address at Redfield College, S. D., on May 27; at Western College, Ia., on June 11; at Lyons, Ia., June 12; at Fulton, Ill., on June 13; at Shattuck School, Faribault, on June 19, and at the State Agricultural College of South Dakota on June 26. The friends of the late Rev. William B. Corbyn, D.D., rector of the Church of the Good Shepherd, Quincy, Ill., desiring to establish some lasting memorial which may express their admiration for his character and learning, and their affectionate gratitude for benefits received from him, are seeking to provide an endowment in perpetuity of a free bed in Blessing Hospital. Dr. Corbyn's name would thus be permanently associated with the relief of the sick and needy, who always found in him a sympathetic friend. The amount required to endow a room is $4,000. Should this sum not be reached, the committee will fix upon some other fitting memorial. Subscriptions or remittances will be received by the Rt. Rev. Frederick W. Taylor, Bishop of Quincy; or, Thomas Burrows, Treasurer of the Dr. Corbyn Memorial Society, Quincy, Ill. |