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came evidently insufficient

mantled a list to be token of " persons willing to contri-
bute ;" and the mittist,r was to inform the bishop
of all determined reeu,ants. And the circumstance to be

observed in the rubrical alterations with rrspect to this
collection is, their general reference to communicants."
And, in this manner Mr. Wickham accounts for the op-
portunity given, by the first hook of Edward VI., "to the
whole assembled congregation to contr;bute to the offer-
tory." He mentions a very interesting fact connected
with this subject,—that, in eight or nine parishes. forming
a district in the dioce-e of St. Asaph, " it has been the
custom, from time immemorial, to make a collection,
whenever there is a communion, from the whole congre-
gation." This custom is plainly to be traced to the time
of Edward VI. It seems, however, that the weekly ad-
ministraCon of the Lord's Supper was found to be im-
practicable. The rubric of 1552 chinged the order given
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The whole economy of pauperiem graduellv underwent an
alteration. The general assessment of 1572 deprived it
of its eecles'astical character. In the final revision of the
Prayer-Book in 1662, the direction to the minister to
plead for the poor was erased, and the alms at the offer-
tory were to be " disposed of to such pious and charita-
ble uses as the minister and churchwardens shall think
fit." There is every reason to believe that, before this
time, the collection had not extended to those who were
not about to partake of the Holy Sacrament. Ati objec-
tion has been made to this start merit. It has been said,
that the rubric of the last revision, at the end of the Com-
munion Service, beginning " upon Sundays and holydays."
&c., restores the practice enjoined by the rubric of 1549.
Mr. Wickham meets this objection fairly and forcibly.
He shews that the necessities that produced the rubric of
154 9 still continue in some places —Fraser's Magazine.
YOUNG ST. GILES'S EDUCATION.—" So; you are the
little dog that came begging of me in Bow-street ?"
growled Capstick. " I'm the worry dog, sir," answered
St. G.les, in no way daunted by Capstick's thunder.
" Don't you know that hoes oughtn't to beg ? Don't you
know that I could have you sent to jail for begging? Eh?
Don't you know that?" asked the muffin-maker very
loudly. " Yes, sir ; I knows it, sir," replied the child,
with a wonderful knowledge of " And if you know

better, why don't you do better?" said Capstick. " Don't
know what better is, sir," returned St. Giles, looking
down on the floor, and shuffling his feet. " Humph !"

werry har-if, sir?

inquired St.

.1' .Don't No. hard

, have you? You've
been to-school, eh ? You can write ali tle, and read a lit-
tle?" said the muffin-maker. " No, sir: never went to
school ; never had time, sir. lit sides, sir, lather always
cle every I used to say, school was so very dummy." " Dummy !
:our that I What's dummy ? ' cried the muffin-maker. Yonne St.

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whit. ascinated my attention as if it had been a vision.
Giles leered up in Capstick's face, and then giving himself Imagine a Rebecca, in all the chastened pomp of dress and
a twist as thoogh enjoying the trade,man's ignorance. the beauty, that Sir Walter Scott has painted with such vivid
boy said—" No• know what dummy is ! Whv, sir. if yrot wr,rds--even such she stood before me. a glorious

please, uunniny sizasn.-- -- tan i rues, you kwo,vfiase ~''' diment of all the best attributes of her pure and noble rate.
asked Capstick of his infant te.moh- r. " I know a little, Such might Eve herself have been, so might her daughters
sir," replied St. Giles, eery modestly. `:know more when have looked when angels sought their mortal love. Mi-
-1 grows bigssr." " I dare saw you will. cried the muffin runts), Jeri. Judith, and the gentle Ruth, all the heroic spi-
maker. pityingly. " And tell me, what's your father do- sits of Judah's line, might have been represented under
ins now ?" " lie's a doing noliing now, sir." 't No !" that form (but not the Maid Mother.) I know not bow
said Capstick. " No, sir, he's dead," said St. Gile+; but she was dressed, I scarce know how she looked ; but I
whether th child spoke in simplicity or jest, it passed the have a memory before my eyes that seems still to c rinse
penetration of the muffimm.maker to discover. " And as 'it dazzled then. I only remember a light gauzy tur-
you've never been taught to do anything ? Poor lit'le hen, with a glittering fringe falling gracefully over the
wretch !" cried Capstick. It was plain that young St shoulder; masses of black and shining hair, that made the
Giles rejected the compasson of the muffin-maker; for he forehead and delicately browned cheek look as fair as a
immediately, with much volubility, asserted ; " I knows a Circassian's ; if a thought of luxury hovered upon the
good many things, sir: sometimes goes singing o' ballads richly rosy mouth, it was awed into admiration by the
with Tom Blast : was to have gone with him today; only large dark eyes, so fearless yet so modest. glancing round
Tom's so precious hoarse, crying dying speeches yester- as if they read a meaning in every thing, and every where,
day. Then I knows how to sell matches, and hold oases, yet calm and self-possessed in their consciousness of
:old to do a many timings, sir, as I forget now.—Douglas power. She carried a little tray, on which. I believe, were
Jtrrold's Shi.ling Magazine.
sweetmeats and sherbets, and bent gracefully forward to
-YOUNG ST. GILES'S IMPRESSION OF AN ExEcu- offer her refreshments. I started to my feet, and addressed
rtoN.—Capstiek Ineked at the urchin for a few moments, to her some words in Italian, to which she only replied by
then leaning over the counter, and beckoning St. Giles a shake of her held and a faint smile : she then drew hack,
closer, he said to him, in a tone of tenderness,— " You'd while her sister, whom I had not noticed until now, came
like to be a good boy, wouldn't you ?" " A course, sir," forward with another tray, containing I know not what. I.
answered St Gays, with a stolid face. " And so h' a good was rather bewildered by the whole scene, and felt that I
man ; and so at last get a nice shop such as th's, eh ? was embarrassing, by not acre in the hospitalities of my
Ycu'd like it, eh ?" " Wouldn't I though !" cried St. fair hostesses, while a quiet smile played over the features
Giles, playing with his hair and grinning. " Instead of of my venerable host. I need not say I was very anxious
wanderieg eb tit the streets—and singing ballads—and go- to make the most of this rare opportunity of s ring the
ing
nealong with boys, that at last may lead you to be daughters of Israel in their own home ; yet I confess I ex,.
iaed ?" " I saw Bill Faster hung yesterday," cried perienced a sensation of relief when the Jewish maidens
St:Giles sharply, arid his eyes sparkled. as with the retired, and I was left again alone with my entertainer.
recollection of the treat. " 0 Lord ! oh Lord !" Controversy was now out of the question. We avoided
groaned the muffiti-maker. " You little rascal ! who the subject by mutual consent ; and, feeling the Eastern
took you ?" " Went with some big boys," said the restraint which prevented me from alluding to the subject.
unabashed St. Giles. " I give Phil Slant a happle to ler then uppermost in my mind, I only asked whether he
me mt upon Ili.:
Bi sho
!uldlters. Bill Faster" used to live in considered that there was a perceptible increase in the
our lane. Poor ll was so prime. The meffin- number of his people at present in Jerusalem. He re-
maker spasmodically wh;pped his cap from his head, and plied, " that the time was not yet arrived." * * But I
drawing a long breath, wiped his brows; the while he must ask you to excuse my taking leave of you, unless
looked at young St Giles with pity, and something like you would wish to accompany me to our gbitterness. The next moment he cried to himself, " Poor titer I am now obliged to go." We seedpas out through
little wretch ! Poor little animal !" " I know'd Bill Fil- the dark passage and the mean gate, into the dirty street,
ter. Once he lived in our lane. Oh, couldn't he sing a and afterwards, when I sought that house again, I could
He teached me one about Dick Turpin. Some- not even identify it among the squalid dwellings with which
.
times,ck, " sometimes people have given me a penny to I " said St. Giles, bending his small quick eyes on it was surrounded. Nor did I ever see my host after I
Capsti parted from him at the door of the synagogue.—The
sing it."—Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine. Crescent and the Cross.