Correspondruce.

V1. EDITOR-BEING & constant reader of your little Magazine I take the liberty of making a few suggestions, which I trust you will neither consider uncalled for or

dang. I my say that I never miss, reading, your monthly pages, and that I think both yourself and the worthy Pubbisher deserve great credit for the way, in which it is brought zat, sad for the mater which it contains. But if I may be £loved to express my humble opinion, it is slightly dry, or perhaps rather wanting in particular interest, if I may so say. No one can read the pleasant pages" (as you so call them) **LR P." or "H. E.," or "Yetta," or "H. D. L.” or

A. C. Gor those contributions (latterly I regret very few) marked by Three Stars, without being either amused or elifed. Yet, as the subjects are general, there is a deficiency porwithstanding in particular interest!

You seldom or ever allude, Sir, to the passing topics of the day, those I mean of course which relate to the Church, and are naturally so interesting to Church people. I would suggest then, for instance, that you should give Extracts of Books, with a few editorial comments now and then. Again, I think Biographies of eminent individuals in Church and State, particularly of our own Church, would be very interesting. We have had lately to deplore the loss of two Bishops of our Church, why not give a short account of their lives? Once more, I would humbly suggest that if you begin a series of letters or articles, you conclude it, which in past times has not always been the case. With these few remarks, made in all friendliness and with many good wishes,

Believe me to be, Mr. Editor, yours affectionately,

Q IN THE CORNER.

THE BISHOP OF LINCOLN.

In our last number we gave you, kind readers, a short account of the Life of a good Bishop of the Australian Church; to-day, we wish to call your attention to a brief memoir of a holy Bishop of our Church here in England, the deeply regretted and much revered late Bishop of Lincoln.

For it is not, without moment to ourselves, that good men live, and that good men die-since it is from the memories of the just, and from the lives of the true followers of Jesus, that we, too, can draw lessons of encouragement and wisdom for ourselves, as we move onwards, day by day, al that earthly pilgrimage, which leadeth through and gate of death, to the brighter scenes and pes of Heaven and Eternity.

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ye, Bishop of Lincoln, whose death the papers a short time ago, is a striking example-how his happy land, industry and honest endeavour il to throw open, the highest stations both in

State, to the earnest and strong both in heart He was born at Hammersmith, Dec. 7th, 1783, ›r some time, at school with Dr. Burney, near who in his day was a celebrated scholar. went to Christ College, Cambridge, and in his first degree of Bachelor in Arts, having e highest distinctions both in Classics and ́s which the University can bestow.

wards his rise was a rapid one: in 1814, he No. 5.

was elected Master of Christ College; in 1815, he was elected Doctor in Divinity, and in 1816, on the death of Dr. Watson, Bishop of Llandaff, he was made Regius Professor of Divinity, a very high honour indeed, in the University. In 1820, he was nominated to the Bishopric of Ely, and in 1827, he was translated to the See of Lincoln, which he held till his death. From this time, he devoted himself to his diocese, where his labours will be long remembered and his memory warmly cherished.

He was a very able writer, and contributed largely to that store of Divinity, which so remarkably distinguishes our Church of England. "But the excellence of Bishop Kaye," says a friendly biographer, "must not be estimated by his intellectual attainments, however rare and remarkable in their character and combination. His friends dwell on the higher worth of his moral qualities. They recal his piety, his mild virtues, his gentle manners, his meek and humble deportment, and that 'lovely pleasantness of disposition' which the pious Herbert so justly deemed a great means of doing good. These qualities were equally appreciated by the high and the low. While the most polished found delight in the unaffected grace and charm of his conversation, the poorest and most obscure who applied to him for aid or advice, felt at once that they were in the presence of a truly good man,-one no less prompt to relieve than patient to listen to their humble state of trouble or distress. His contributions to various charities were always liberal-often munificent; but those which have met the public eye form put a very small portion of that unceasing stream of quiet benevolence which flowed on, in

silence, known to few or none but the receivers. One of his latest acts was to build, at his sole expence, the beautiful Church of Riseholme," within whose humble Churchyard, and under the shadow of whose solemn walls He is now laid peacefully at rest.

His last hours were happily marked by the perfect peace and well-assured hope of the Christian. A little after eleven o'clock, on the morning of the day that he died, he portook of the Blessed Sacrament with His Family, and took leave of them afterwards, with the words of love and benediction-"God Bless you." He fell asleep in Jesus, on Friday evening, the 18th of last February. He is succeeded in his Bishopric, by the Rector of St. James's in London, Dr. John Jackson.

Such was the late Bishop of Lincoln, (though most faintly described,) in life and death—a loving man, a true Churchman, and a holy Bishop. May we live like him. now, and may our last end, too, be like his.

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THE HOUR OF REST.

"The evening sacrifice."-Ps. cxli. 2.

HUSH! 'tis the hour of rest,

The stilly hour, when we

Toil-worn-care oppress'd,

Lord! lift our hearts to Thee!

THEOLINDA burst into tears as her old servant entered her

room, leading his little mistress by the hand. "My poor little Ada," she said, "you are now an orphan. Your father, your, good, kind father is dead!"

The poor child began to cry bitterly at her mother's words, and even the grey-headed Jacob appeared much moved, and the large tears coursed each other down his furrowed cheeks.

Then the pious Theolinda, turning her thoughts to God, endeavoured to comfort herself and her weeping compannions with the consolations of religion.

"It is indeed true, my dear ones," she began, "that he whom we loved so tenderly is no longer with us on earth-he