his wavering mind. In the next interview with the King he yielded, but requested the declaration of it might be a secret for some time, and that he might not be a wedge to drive out Sancroft.

On his nomination in April, 1691, Tillotson went to Lambeth, and attempted to see Sancroft. The Archbishop, however, showed an infirmity of temper unworthy of him, and Tillotson had to retire without an interview. The new Archbishop was consecrated on Whit Sunday by six prelates, and in the presence of a brilliant assemblage of people. The sermon was preached by Mr. Barker, afterwards the Primate's chaplain, and he was obliged by strict order to say not one word about the Archbishop.

While Tillotson was congratulated on his appointment by many, he was persecuted by the Non-juring party in the Church. Several libels were published against him, and prosecutions were talked of, but the Archbishop entreated the Attorney-General to let the matter rest. In a letter to Robert Nelson he says, 'I have had plentiful experience of the persecution of railing; it is by no means pleasant, but is very tolerable in comparison of the persecution of flattery.'

When the Archbishop was settled in his seat he laboured to do what good he could. He prevailed on Burnet to write his treatise on The Pastoral Care, and when the MS. was finished it was laid before Tillotson, who thus spoke of it: The work is as perfect of its kind as I hope to see anything. It will, I hope, do much good at present, and much more when you and I are dead and gone. I pray God to reward you for it.'

The Archbishop also formed a design of a new Book of Homilies, to contain a full and plain account of the doctrinal and practical parts of the Christian religion, and he intended likewise to have composed in Latin a system of natural and revealed religion. The plan is still extant in his own handwriting.

When James intended to invade England, he excluded Tillotson by name from the amnesty he meant to extend to the country. His attempt, however, so far as England was concerned, was rendered ineffectual by the victory off La Hogue, May 19, 1692, when Admiral Russell defeated the French fleet.

After this success a public thanksgiving was made, and the Archbishop preached. His compliments to William, made in questionable taste, gave great offence to Dr. Hickes.

Tillotson was an excellent letter-writer. Nelson says, 'His letters would make a most agreeable book, for he had the happy knack of treating any subject with great fulness in short, and at the same time. avoided all obscurity to which such attempts are often subject. By reading Archbishop Tillotson's works,' continues he, you will learn the way and manner of writing English correctly and purely; his style I take to be the best standard of the English language.'

The party rage he had felt the effects of before his elevation broke on his head with full force after it, and letter after letter full of insolence was laid on his table. Among his papers was found a bundle with this inscription on it,- These are libels; I pray God forgive the authors, as I do.' In spite of many adversaries he continued on the even tenor of his way, following his own advice to others- Preach true Christianity and govern your conversation well. Good preaching

and good living will gain upon people. If a man join these two, they will at length come to like his religion and his way, and so their aversions will in time wear off.'

He

While in the chapel at Whitehall in November, 1694, the Archbishop was suddenly seized with a return of his former illness. felt very unwell, but would not interrupt the service. When it was over he was taken to Lambeth, but he never recovered. In five days' time he breathed his last in the arms of his friend, Robert Nelson, the Non-juror. It was Tillotson's honest advice which made Nelson join the Non-juring Communion, and that step interrupted that pleasant intercourse they had so long enjoyed. Nelson, under the influence of his friends, grew more and more adverse to the principles of Tillotson, but while he resented the attacks made on the Archbishop he walked no more with him. But the old love revived when Tillotson was dying, and Nelson held him in his arms as he expired, in the afternoon of Thursday, November 23.

His body was buried at the church of St. Lawrence Jewry amid much sorrow, and none mourned for him more truly than the Queen.

As extreme High Churchmen were averse to Tillotson, so were Calvinists. Dr. Edwards attacked his works, and omitted them from the catalogue of books recommended to students. But even his enemies owned the excellence of the Archbishop's style. The Calvinistic Edwards says, 'He commends moral virtues, and sets them off with a good grace;' and the Jacobite Higgons allows him 'a just way of thinking, and a simplicity and easiness of expression before his time unknown in England.' Great writers, too, acknowledged his powers. Dryden confessed he owed much to Tillotson; Swift calls him an excellent writer; Dr. Felton compares his prose to a current, clear and deep, calm and strong. Every word has its proper place,' says he. And Addison, even, considered his writings as the chief standard of our language. G. S. O.

"A house strongly built, at least, but surely not meant for the habitation of

living man."

HO piled the great masses of Stonehenge one upon another in their magic circle? Who poised that huge stone in the parish of Constantine, in Cornwall, weighing seven hundred and fifty tons, and yet resting on two small points of rock, so that a man may creep under it? And for whom was that strange dwelling, Kits-Cotty-House, built? Must we rouse Saxon or Roman dust to know the truth? or must we go further back still, and call the Druid priest from his long slumber to tell dread stories of the unwieldy piles?

'Who shall decide when doctors disagree?' says the poet; but the task becomes more difficult still when antiquaries vary in their opinions.

And no one can tell us exactly why and wherefore this strange collection of stones known as Kits-Cotty-House was reared on high. Come and look at it, then (just as it appeared centuries ago), and afterwards let us gather together such information as history and tradition may hand down to us.

It stands apart from the Rochester and Maidstone high road, where it is intersected by the Aylesford road, and we may as well just take the description of Master Stowe, the antiquarian, written in 1590, as that of the rustic who sits on the stile to-day-both would be pretty much alike: 'It is of four flat stones, one of them standing upright in the middle of four others, enclosing the edge sides of the first, and the fourth laid flat across the other three, and is of such height that men may stand at either side the middle stone in time of storm or tempest safe from wind and rain, being defended with the breadth of the stones, having one at their backs on either side, and the fourth over their heads.' A house strongly built, at least, but surely not meant for the habitation of living man.

No; the story runs that the ancient Britons fought near here a desperate battle with Saxon invaders under Hengist and Horsa, in which they came out successful, but with the loss of their commander Catigern, brother of Vorlemer. In his honour there was a stately and solemn funeral celebrated, and over the lifeless body of the brave man was raised this marvellous house, hardly to be recognised as one 'made with hands.' As to the name, Kit, says the antiquary who holds this view, is certainly short for Catigern, and Coit, or Cotty, signifies a large flat stone; therefore, Kits-Cotty-House means the House of Catigern, built with coits. So much for one explanation.

Others deem that these great piles of stone are of religious origin, specially when like this one they fulfil the demands of the law'If thou wilt make me an altar of stone, thou shalt not build it of hewn stone; for if thou lift up thy tool upon it thou hast polluted it.' (Exod. xx.) But what rites could the Druid priests celebrate on these massive altars, under the wide canopy of Heaven?

Can we conjure up the scene? The bearded arch-Druid in his flowing robes; his attendant priests; the rude, yet awed, multitude surging around; the sweet stillness of the summer moon, or the moonlit eve. And then-aye, what more?-the bringing out of the human sacrifice; the laying of the living, yet stupefied, victim on that massive altar; the fatal blow; the cries; the silence! For such a purpose, say some, were these vast altars designed.

Human sacrifices, we know, formed a part of the religion of the ancient Britons. The priests executed their victim, and then watched the manner in which he fell, and the flowing of his blood as a presage of future events.

Kits-Cotty-House may have been a cromlech, or altar of sacrifice, or it may have been simply a monumental erection on a battle-field. Whichever explanation we accept connects its with deeds of violence, and we gladly leave the cold shadow of its walls to wander among the smiling cornfields and green Kentish valleys around. H.A. F.

INNOCENTS' DAY.

FOR THE LITTLE CHILDREN.

Like flowers; and now in endless day
They wear the palm and martyrs'

crown.

And with them thousands, thousands
more,

Children of every age and clime,
From every land, from every shore,
Of this and of the olden time.
Do they gather round the Shepherd,
Happy lambs, safe in the fold?
Do they sport on Heaven's bright pave-
ment--

Babes who never can grow old?

Do they cluster round their mothers-
Mothers who once loved them well"
Sisters clasp their little brothers?

Nay, in sooth, we cannot tell.

We know how joyful they must be
With Christ; from Him they cannot

roam.

O happy Innocents! shall we

Thank God that He has called them
Home?
A*.

ANNIE PENDREATH.

CHAPTER XII.

HE wretched days had passed at Hurst Court since Robert's departure, and nothing had been heard of him. Mr.. Wilson's temper during that time had been so unbearable, that both his wife and daughter avoided him as much as possible. Dissatisfied with himself, he vented his anger on all who came near him.

Poor man! He, too, was to be pitied. He had been so proud of