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NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

No MS. can be returned unless the Author's name and address be written on it, and stamps be sent with it.

Contributions must often be delayed for want of space, but their writers may be assured that when room can be found they shall appear.

A Book Worm.-Can you inform me if it be possible to procure copies of Abbey Church, and Winterton ?-the latter, I believe, by Mrs. Vidal.—Also, if any sequel to the Wide Wide World has ever been published either in England or America?

O. would be glad to know if anyone could tell her of a book of easy questions on the Catechism, for children of eight and nine to learn by heart?-A so, whether there is any magazine of sound Church principles, suitable for girls of the middle class, of the age of fifteen or sixteen, for distribution on Sunday?—Also, if anyone could kindly tell her the best Italian Pocket Dictionary.

Association in Aid of the Deaf and Dumb.-The Rev. Samuel Smith, Chaplain and Secretary of the above charity, begs to thank the Editor of The Monthly Packet, and also Ivanovna, for the article in the October number, on the work of this Society; and begs to acknowledge the receipt of 5s. in stamps-A Little Offering, (Guildford post-mark)— from one of its readers.

Clewer Mission.-Constance is thanked for 6s. and a bundle of clothes.

Would F. J. B. kindly send us her address, as a letter is awaiting her-The proper name of the Society we recommended her is-The Poor Clergy Relief Society, 36, Southampton Street, Strand. And Parcels should be addressed to the Secretary, R. J. Piggott, Esq., at that address.-Faithfully yours, J. G.

E. A. E. would be greatly obliged to any of the contributors to The Monthly Packet who would give her information how a now rare book of old Scotch songs, called Whistle Blinkie, can be procured. Is there any modern reprint of it? if so, what is the size and price, and who is the publisher? It contains those poems of Motherwell's that Miss Philip has set to music so beautifully. E. A. E. has a right to be interested in Scotch ballads, being great-niece to the Authoress of Auld Robin Gray, which was alluded to in the number of The Monthly Packet for July last, in the article Scotch Ladies, &c., p. 32, as the gem of them all. E. A. E. wishes also to remark, that in the recent discussion concerning these two lines, they are all differently given to the way in which she first saw them quoted, as the heading of a chapter in Janet's Home; perhaps the author only quoted from memory. They run thus:

'Be the day weary, or be the day long,

At length it ringeth to evensong."

O. would be thankful to be told if there be any Reformatory for young boys who have not yet committed any crime, and are not old enough for the training ships.

A. C. recommends to A Subscriber Professor Reed's Introduction to English Literature, from Chaucer to Tennyson; English History and Tragic Poetry, as Illustrated by Shakspeare; Lectures on the British Poets.-Published by John Farquhar Shaw, 48, Paternoster Row, and 27, Southampton Row, London.

A. H. thinks A Subscriber to the Monthly Packet will find the small work entitled The Rise and Progress of Literature, by Sir D. K. Sandford, (published by Blackie,) one suitable book for her purpose; then, would not Dean Trench on English Past and Present, and The Study of Words, be likewise well adapted to meet her requirements ; not only are they most instructive, but likewise most fascinating little volumes. They are published by Parker, and are 3s. and 4s. each volume.

S. begs to inform E. E. that Dr. Goulburn was some years since Incumbent of Quebec Chapel. He succeeded Mr. Alford when the latter was appointed Dean of Canterbury. Heather. Such of the old volumes of The Monthly Packet as are not out of print can be obtained from the publisher.

M. B.-Parcels should be addressed to The Lady Superintendent, Home, Winsor Green, Birmingham.

Wilfred. The hero of Bingen was Hatto, an Archbishop of Mentz, who, according to the story extracted by Southey from Coryate's Crudities, in the time of a famine, decoyed the poor into a great barn by the promise of a distribution from his well-filled store, and then set fire to the barns, and burnt them alive, saying

The country is greatly obliged to me

For ridding it in these times forlorn
Of Rats that only consume the corn.'

That night his picture was eaten by the rats; the next they came in hosts, and ate up his stores of corn; and he at last took refuge in his tower on an island on the Rhine, near the town of Bingen; but the army of Rats swam the river, scaled the walls,

And in at the window, and in at the door,

And through the walls helter-skelter they pour,

And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor,
From the right and the left, from behind and before;
And all at once to the Bishop they go.

They have whetted their teeth against the stones,
And now they pick the Bishop's bones;

They gnawed the flesh from every limb,

For they were sent to take judgement on him.'

'The Maus' Tower is still pointed out near Bingen; but as it seems that robber nobles in Germany were called Mauser, (Rats,) and their castles Maus Towers, the story probably grew up round the name adhering to the island fortress.

Gladys.-Ladies may most usefully employ their leisure on well-finished fancy-work for sale abroad, to assist the Missionary efforts of the Ladies' Association in connection with the S. P. G. Point-lace collars, or squares for caps and bonnets, (worked after the patterns of Mademoiselle Riego, Oxford Street,) the same in tatting, and children's fancy knitted socks, may be suggested as articles which are at once suleable, easily packed, and inexpensive as to material. MS. music-books, with a few new songs neatly copied in them, are very acceptable. So are clothes for the natives under instruction in India, Kaffraria, and Borneo. Patterns for these, and all further information concerning this most useful Society, may be obtained from The Secretaries of the Ladies' Association, Office of the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel, 5, Park Place, St. James's Street, London. S. W. Parcels should be similarly addressed.—A. N.

Elfleda begs to inform S. M. A."that the lines—

Eye hath never seen the glory,' &c.

are to be found in Hymns on the Joys and Glories of Paradise, translated or edited by Dr. Neale. There are many other verses of the same hymn, which is said to have been written in the fifteenth century, but the author is quite unknown.-(Also A. N. and Wilfred.)

St. Luke's Mission, Burdett Road, Stepney.-The Rev. W. Wallace, 441, Mile End Road, (Bow Road Post Office,) desires to acknowledge a parcel of clothing from H. P. for this Mission; also a donation of £2 2s. from Mr. and Mrs. Frank Wilbraham.

Elfleda would recommend Gladys to apply to 'Miss Ayckboum, Stanley Place, Chester, for particulars of the Church Extension Association. One way of helping this Association is by undertaking embroidery and other kinds of Church work, the materials for which are sent to members at their homes; so that those who can only give their time are not put to any expense.

Golden Hair.

'While other knights hold revels,' &c.

is a line in Thomas Campbell's Ritter Bann.-BOG-OAK.

Constant Reader.-Your Ferns are-(1) Polypodium Vulgare; (2) Asplenium Adiantum-Nigrum; (3) Polystichum Angulare, in a young state.-FILIX-FŒMINA. We must apologize for the absurd mistake in the third paragraph of page 528, in our December Number, by which Ungenannt' (Anonymous) is made to figure as an author's We will beware in future of noting down marginal memoranda, when correcting proofs, instead of at once making the proper correction in full.

name.

John and Charles Mozley, Printers, Derby.

VOL. 5.

MEDIEVAL SEQUENCES AND HYMNS.

No. II.-FOR THE PRESENTATION OF OUR LORD.

Let Thy servants now depart,
Let them see Thee as Thou art,
Nothing here enslaves our eyes.
If Thou bid'st us stay below,
Grant us with Thy Child to grow ;

Grant in Him at last to rise.

Amen.

THE CLAIRVOYANCE OF DEATH.

OH! deem not those are idle dreams,
Memories of days long fled,
Or phantasies, that crowd around
The sick one's dying bed.
Closed against sight of earthly things,

Blind to the world of sense,
God's grace hath lent the spirit wings
To bear it far from hence.

And fast as fades the visual ray
To mortal objects given,

Brighter and brighter grows the ken
That looks from earth to Heaven.
And Angel-wings are fluttering near,
And Angel-voices sound,
And heavenly music on the ear

Of death is stealing round.

So at the Prophet's earnest prayer,
To calm his servant's fear,
The veil was lifted, and his eyes

Encountered far and near

Thousands and tens of thousands ranged

Around the Seer, to guard

God's minister from foeman's arm

With holy watch and ward.

The worldling lives but in the past;

The Saint, with forward gaze,
Discerns the twilight of the Dawn
Beyond the feverish haze.

One 'babbles of green fields,' or fights'

His battles o'er again;

The other muses on the thought

Of God's Angelic train,3

Or lives 'mid memories of the past,
With hopeful visions blent

Of future joys, which aye have cheered
His path where'er he went.
Parents and children, partners, friends,
Removed for many a day,

Now crowd around his dying bed,
And beckon him away.

Along the shadowy vale of death,
Grant to Thy Saints, O God,
To lean upon Thy strengthening staff,
And feel Thy guiding rod!

With parting breath commend their souls
To Thee, and pass away

Soothed by Seraphic tongues and forms

To realms of endless day.

S. W. C.

STREET CHILDREN.

Is there a thought that can alloy

The freshness of the vernal morn,

The hopes with primal moments born?
It is the thought-this thrill of joy

'Death of Falstaff. Shakspeare's Henry V., Act II., Scene III.—

"a babbled of green fields.'

"The 5th (of May, 1821) was another day of tempests; and about six in the evening, Napoleon, having pronounced the words, “Tête d'armée,” passed away from the dreams of battle.'-Life of Napoleon.

Just before the death of Hooker, Dr. Saravia, seeing him deep in contemplation, and not inclinable to discourse, inquired what were his present thoughts? To which he replied "That he was meditating the number and nature of Angels, and their blessed obedience and order, without which peace could not be on earth; and oh that it might be so in Heaven!'

The account of the actual death of this poor little Prince (Louis XVII.) is perhaps the least melancholy part of his history; for the prison walls could not prevent his hearing the mysterious and beautiful music which occasionally comes to the ears of the dying. From what direction do you hear this music?' asked the keeper, Gomin, whose heart, to do him justice, was full of pity for the unfortunate child. 'From above,' was the answer. 'Do you not hear it? Listen-listen! Through all the voices I can distinguish my mother's.'