merry Bow bells. He who is born within their sound has the honour of being called a Cockney." There are many stories about "Bow Bells;" the name of Whittington is familiar to every one; and his beginning life cannot be too often repeated, as an example to youth, however poor, if industrious. A "wealthy citizen," is a noble sentence to speak, but when we add to it" ONCE a poor boy," it adds double its worth to the real wealth he may possess. Whittington was thrice returned to serve the high office of Lord Mayor of London. When a boy he was invited by the invocation of the merry Bow Bells, to return to the capital he had just abandoned; having left his master's house in the night from the ill treatment of the domestics, and wandered, pensive and sad, melancholy and alone, until he reached the third mile-stone from London on the brow of Highgate Hill, where he sat himself down to rest. Some thirty years since deeply sunk in the earth, was to be seen the very stone upon which he sat down, it is now substituted by another no great distance from the archway and almost immediately opposite Whittington's almshouses, upon which is inscribed" this is Whittington's stone." To the curious, close by the turnpike and no great distance from the archway, the figure of Whittington may be seen seated upon the stone, picturesquely surrounded by gardens and alms-houses the bounty of his good fortune, and his good heart When a boy, while here, he sat ruminating upon the past; in the depth of his meditation, he heard Bow Bells ringing, and as he listened, he fancied they bade him return to his master's roof; and the more he hearkened, the more and more he became confirmed in the conviction that the bells said

"Return again Whittington, Thrice Lord Mayor of London."

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THIS MIGHT be thought presumption in a it made so great an impression upon the "runaway

" that

finding it still early morn, and thinking he might reach home before the family were astir, he tied his bundle upon his stick, and placing it across his shoulder, instantly trudged his way back to the Minories, and entered unheard to pursue his usual drudgery, and to try how true was the fancied prophecy of the old merry Bow Bells of Cheapside.

THE MORNING on which we started the sun shone forth in all his splendour; and Summer, the father of delight, with his dense sprays and thickets deep; with his rapturous light rousing the glens from their slumber, the prince of forest green, artificer of wood and tree, the painter of unrivalled skill, who sprinkleth leaves and flowers, and bids the youthful warblers sing!—Their song of love bursts loudly from the woodland tree, till all all around is filled with gladness; and while I look full into the blue firmament of Heaven, I exclaim

"Morning again breaks through the mines of Heaven,
And shakes her jewelled kirtle on the sky,
Heavy with rosy gold, aside are driven

The vassal clouds, which bow as she draws nigh,
And catch her scattered gems of orient dye,
The pearled ruby which her pathway strews,
Argent and amber, now thrown useless by,
The uncoloured clouds wear what she does refuse,
For only once does morn her sun-dyed garments use."

HOW DELIGHTFULLY poetical is this; imagine Morning a beautiful maiden, imprisoned all night, wandering alone in the mines of heaven, trailing her garments through hidden gems, until they clung to and hung heavily upon her, then breaking through the darkness, shakes her garments on the skirts of the sky

"Heavy with rosy gold."

The vassal-clouds bowing as morning broke, and catching her cast-off garments, draggled through darkness, and piles of

half-broken light, until morning stood a lovely maiden, looking out upon the world.

HAVING CROSSED Blackheath, we now felt the freshness of Heaven breathing upon us; and our nag, as though proud of his task quickly ran us down to Gravesend. Since the opening of the Rosherville Gardens, this has become a notable place, together with the new pier, which prettily opens upon shrubberies on both sides of the roadway. We dined at the New Inn ordinary, after dinner we adjourned to the Commercial room, and were joined by Mr. Bottlegreen, so I have named him from his wearing a jockey-cut-coat of that colour, he was quite at home with my friend, and amused us with some "Tales of the Road," which we may give hereafter.

ON THE FESTIVAL OF S. MARY MAGDALENE.

Lauda, MATER Ecclesia,

Lauda, CHRISTI clementiam.

LAUD, O MOTHER CHURCH! Thou bless'd one,

Laud the mercy of THE LORD

WHO did heal the much oppress'd one,

By His all prevailing Word.

Lazarus' sister, Magdalene,

Who the paths of peace had spurned,
From the very jaws of Satan,
To the way of life returned.

Sick, she ran to THE PHYSICIAN,
Precious ointment in her hand;

So her weaknesses He healed

By His own supreme command.

THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CONFESSION. Publickly Prescribed and Proposed to Protestants on their Admission to the Papal Church.

"I. WE CONFESS that we have been brought from heresy to the true saving Roman Catholic faith, by the singular care of our supreme governors, spiritual and temporal, and by the diligence and aid of our masters the fathers of the order of Jesuits, and we desire to certify this by our mouths to the world at large.

"II. We confess that the pope of Rome is head of the church, and cannot err.

"III. We confess and are certain that the pope of Rome is vicar of Christ, and has plenary power of remitting and

retaining the sins of all men according to his will; of thrusting them down to hell, and of excommunicating them.

"IV. We confess that whatever new thing the pope ordains, whether in scripture or not in scripture, and whatever he commands is divine and salvific; and therefore ought to be held by lay people in greater esteem than the precepts of the living God [!]

"V. We confess that the most holy pope ought to be honoured by all with divine honour, with the greater genuflection due to Christ himself.

"VI. We confess and assert that the pope, as our most holy father, is to be obeyed in all things without any exception; and that such heretics as contravene his orders are not only to be burnt, but to be delivered body and soul to hell.

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VII. We confess that the reading of holy Scripture is the origin of heresy and schism, and the source of blasphemy. "VIII. We confess that to invoke saints, male and female, to honour their images, to kneel before them, to make pilgrimages to them, to light candles to them, is good, pious, holy, useful, and salutary.

"IX. We confess that every priest is much greater than the Mother of God, the Blessed Virgin Mary who once brought forth Christ, and once only; but a priest of Rome not only when he wills, but whenever he wills, offers and creates Christ, and consumes Him when created.

"X. We confess that to celebrate masses, and to distribute alms, and to pray for the dead, is useful and salutary.

"XI. We confess that the pope has power of changing scripture, and of adding to it, and taking from it, according to his will.

"XII. We confess that souls after death are purified in purgatory, and that the masses of priests are useful to deliver them from it.

"XIII. We confess that to receive the Eucharist under