The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1851-10-28 00:00:00

OBITUARY

Oct. 19, at Aakham, near Penrith, aged 48, the Rev. John

The North Wales Chronicle states that the town coun-
cil of Conway, finding that the parish-clerk is a loser, by
£lO per annum, in consequence of the vicar having abo-
lished " funeral offerings" at the altar, have liberally
come forward to make up the deficiency by voting the
clerk a salary of the same amount.

Dr. Radford, the Rector of Lincoln College, Oxford.
died on Tuesday night, after an illness of some months, at
his lodgings, in the College. Dr. Radford was elected to
the headship of the College in 1834, on the death of Dr.
Tatham, the former Rector. He was much beloved by all
classes for his affable and kind demeanour.

The Rev. Dr. Parkinson, Principal of St. Bee's, Cum-
berland, and Canon of Manchester, urges that a fit com-
memoration of her Majesty's visit to that city would be
the erection of a suitable cathedral. The reverend gen-
tleman calculates that 50,000 will be required for the pur-
pose, and he offers to give £l,OOO if the remainder can be
raised within a year. A design and working drawing for
the purpose
_are_ already in existence, having been made
some time since by Dr. Parkinson's directions.
THE WAVERERB.—The Oxford Herald states that se-
veral English clergymen, who had gone abroad in a state
of great disquiet and discontent as to their own Church,
are sending home statements of their strong dissatisfaction
with the Church of Rome, after 'Having seen her system in
operation in Italy and elsewhere. They profess to be
thoroughly convinced that it is infinitely better to bear
the ills we have in the Church of England than fly to
others in the Church of Rome, the extent and intensity of
which is little suspected by theoretical Romanisers.

IS THE HEART THE SEAT OF FEELING ?—What then
i 3 the nature of the evidence that the feelings live in the
heart ? The evidence itself, we reply, if considered apart
from language, is a mere matter of feeling. Herein lies
the strength and weakness of the case, so far. The
evidence, to the organ, is circular ; the heart is a self-
supplying knot of affirmations. Slat pro ratione voluntas
is the heavy hammer of this logician. It is because it
is hildish and hearty—a ring of wilful fire; there is no
reason in it any more than in the heart, which is a
" Yea, yea" of everlasting man, approving himself by
living and by feeling. Feeling, however, thus affirmative
and infinitely irritable and. inviolable in its circle, gives
no knowledge of the subject, and where knowledge is in
question, though feeling will not yield, yet of itself it can-
not conquer. If the case rested here, we could not infer,
except remotely, a constant connection between the heart
and the emotions. We might, or might not, remember
the pulses of our passions ; we might notice our
acquaintances beating and striking their breasts when the
furies were at them ; and so a few violent instances might
fix themselves, in which feeling and the heart were toge-
ther. But feelings have, moreover, tongues, and are the
best of talkers : they are notorious for hitting the nail upon
the head ; they make all men into their poets, and are the
authors and founders of languages. The words which
convey and assign the feelings are masterpieces of justice
and felicity, and hold the sheer perceptions of our brightest
moments. They shine with suggestion from
is age to age.
In language, therefore, feeling becomes a staid and intel-
ligible substance; and when the feeling past, we note
what it was by the hearty words that it uttered. More-
over, language is a common product, and chronicles the
feelings of the world ; for the soul talks to be heard, and
therefore speaks by a vocal compact. It is, therefore, no
solitary sound, but the voice. of mankind, to whom we
now listen, and which identifies the heart with the feelings.
There is no point on which language is more trustworthy ;
for the heart itself is physically, as well as feelingly, at the
bottom of the wells of language. So near is it to the
lungs, that the words in which it signalises itself are like
the bubblings of its own blood. If the heart were wrong
in every other synthesis, we should still expect it to be
right here. And so when a chorus of nations anl tongues
chimes fortis that their hearts have feelings, we believe,
from a triple persuasion, that those hearts knew best
about it, and have made them say it, and we take them at
their !fwd.—Dr. Garth. Wiainion on Me Human Body.