CATECHIST.-The Chair of the The chair of the catechist of old was filled by the highest autu talents, and the deepest learning: and he that would duly quaiwhile he is exercising the memories of boyhood, and seeking t tions and enlighten the understanding, add to biblical knowledge heart and the investigation of the mind; he must read the living nature-Archdeacon Bayley. CATECHIST.-The Prayer of a 2 God of the Universe, hear me! thou Fountain of Love everias CATHEDRAL-The Chimes of a What a shower of sprinkling music-drops comes from the r Seventy-three bells in chromatic diapason-with their tinkling r knolling peal! Was not that a chime? a chime of chimes? and rising and falling by magic, by hidden mechanism, like hands ar What head conceived those harmonies-so ghost-like, so etherea minutes, if you lie wakeful at night, they wind you up in the work, and swing you in the clouds; and the next time they sw the next higher; and when the round hour is full, the giant gate of heaven to bring you home!-H. B. Stowe. CATHEDRAL-The Church-Relationship of the The Cathedral Church is called the "the mother Chure c. is the parish Church of all the Churches in the diocese.-B CATHEDRAL.-The Majesty of a There is a majesty about those up-springing arches-t so lofty-it makes one feel as if rising like a cloud. Ther plications and endless perspectives, arch above arch. a lighted up and coloured by the painted glass, and all thus the chant and the organ, rising and falling like the n of the few overpowering things that do not satisfy, bea mee beyond the restless anxiety to be satisfied, and dd question "Am I pleased?" As I walked with those lofty arches, and saw the clouds of incense and heard the pathetic yet grand voices of the ch there is some part in man that calls for such as Prodeur and beauty !"-H. B. Stowe. And grace the harmonious choir, celestial feast Improves and purifies.-Smart. Hidden in the midst of forest arches of stone, pouring forth its volumes of harmony as by unseen minstrelsy, it seemed to create an atmosphere of sound, in which the massive columns seemed translused,-not standing, as it were, but floating, not resting, as with weight of granite mountains, but growing as by a spirit of law and development. Filled with those vast waves and undulations, the immense edifice seemed a creature, tremulous with life, a soul, and instinct of its own; and out of its deepest heart there seemed to struggle upward breathings of unutterable emotion !-H. B. Stowe. CATHEDRAL.-The Sanctity of the The cathedral, whether it be attended by few or many worshippers, is still the perpetual temple of the Holy Ghost-the altar of morning and evening sacrificethe oratory of daily and unceasing prayer.-Bishop Selwyn. CATHEDRAL.-The Service of a The cathedral service is the very highest ideal of the earthly worship of Almighty God. The building seems so full of ages of song, that the old echoes are wakened to become the chorus to the anthems of to-day. The carved angelic corbels lean over the surpliced singers, till one wonders whether they are listening to, or making, the music of the services. The Psalter, as they chant it, furnishes, in every verse, with the thoughtful modulation and adaptation of organ and voice, a comment on its meaning, as though a seraph sang a sermon on the words; and the ringing fulness of the Amens, or the pleading entreaty of Confession or Litany, answer, awaken, and satisfy the most intense idea of penitence or praise. -Bishop Doane. A dim and mighty minster of old time! In every ray, which leads through arch and aisle A path of dreamy lustre, wandering back Binding the slender columns, whose light shafts On their heart's worship poured a wealth of love! And in the crimson gloom from banners thrown And midst the forms, in pale proud slumber carved Where mail-clad chiefs have knelt; where jewelled crowns Have made the dust give echoes. Lo! the cross And lo! the throng of beating human hearts, Their voice on its high waves!-a mighty burst !— Which the blast calls forth with their harping wings With its long avenues of pillared shade, One tomb unthrilled by the strong sympathy CATHEDRAL.-Solemnity Felt in a When we enter one of those antique piles, I know not that it is possible for the heart of man to desire any addition to the magnetic solemnity of the whole scene. The tall, narrow windows, quite dark with the long purple garments of pictured martyrs, apostles, and kings, tinge every ray that passes through them with the colours and the memory of a thousand years of devotion.-W. Irving. CATHEDRAL.—Thoughts in a I lingered in a dim cathedral nave, And watched the dusk across the marble floor The shadows of that winter eventide Shrouded the glory of the solemn choir, I thought of those whose earnest toil and strength Was perfect in its majesty and grace. I thought of all the blessed ones who trod The time-worn pavement with such patient feet; And as I mused, I seemed to see the shades Like evening clouds that haunt the western sky. Bishops and priests and virgins slowly swept In vast procession through these arches dim; For very joy to hear their holy hymn. "Oh praise the Lord," they chanted as they passed, "Praise Him, ye heavens, praise Him in the height!" Oft in her loneliness my soul re-calls That vision in the minster far away; The strain that fancy heard within those walls To give me calmness in the world's turmoil, And in life's twilight hear that song once more.-S. Doudney. CATHEDRAL.-A Wish concerning a I wished that so magnificent a conception, so sublime a blossom of stone sculpture, might come to ripe maturity, not as a Church, indeed, but rather as a beautiful petrifaction, a growth of prolific, exuberant nature. Why should not the yeasty brain of man, fermenting, froth over in such crestwork of Gothic pinnacle, spire, and column?-H. B. Stowe. CATHEDRAL-TOWN.-A Anything more striking than an English cathedral-town would be difficult to find. As you approach it, the great old building catches your eye. It stands with its venerable beauty crowning and consecrating the town that nestles at its feet, that gets close to it, that looks up to it, that has often no other distinction, and sometimes no other life than its cathedral. It takes its time from the cathedral chimes. It is tuneful with the cathedral choir. Its traditions have nothing older, its expectations nothing lovelier than the cathedral itself; and, as you go out of the place, up to the great building, you are in an atmosphere that mingles all that is venerable in time, with all that is celestial and eternal in feeling. The very building is a petrified history.—Bishop Doane. CATHEDRALS.-Love for I love our old cathedrals, When the morning sunbeams shine I love our old cathedrals, When the evening lamps burn bright, I love our old cathedrals, With their organs pealing high, I love our old cathedrals, With the anthem pealing loud, When praises are ascending From the densely mingled crowd. I love our old cathedrals, When heaven-devoted zeal Unites the heart and voice in prayer I love our old cathedrals, Where truths divine are taught, For which our fathers fought.-Rawlinson. CATHEDRALS.-The Money Spent on The wealth spent on them is a sublime and beautiful protest against material. ism-against that use of money which merely brings supply to the coarse animal wants of life, and which makes God's House only a bare pen, in which a man sits to be instructed in his duties.-H. B. Stowe. CATHEDRALS.-The Personality of Though cathedrals have a general design in them all, yet they seem, each one, to have its own personality, as much as a human being. Looking at nineteen of them is no compensation to you for omitting the twentieth; there will certainly be something new and peculiar in that.-H. B. Stowe. CATHEDRALS.-The Way to Destroy Remove from the cathedrals the love of devotion, study, and meditation, which have often in time past found here a congenial home; make devotion, study, and meditation impossible for those who draw a revenue from them-and you kill them as institutions though you may preserve them as monuments.— Dean Goulburn. CELIBACY-Condemned. The state of celibacy is great hypocrisy and wickedness. Christ with one sentence confutes all arguments for it :-" God created them male and female."Luther. |