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At Godstone, Surrey :-Genesis iii. 19.

At the Parish Church of Ripley, York shire :--Psalm cii. 11, 12.

At the Parish Church of St. Mary, Islington :-Job xxxiv. 18, 19, 20.

At Chatteris :- Rev. xx. 11–15.
At Campden :-Micah vi. 9.
At Hadleigh, Suffolk :-Jer. xv. 9. .
At Clapham :-Micah vi. 9.
At Romford :-Micah vi. 9.

At Hendon Square, Newcastle :—Psalm xxxix. 5.

At St. Leonard, Foster Lane :-1 Pet. i. 24.
At St. Pancras :—2 Chronicles xxxv. 24.
At Enfield :- Lamentations v. 15.
At Pimlico :—Isaiah xxvi. 20.

At Newington Chapel, Liverpool :-Genesis XXXV. 16-20.

At Ashford :-Mark v. 39.
At Kilkenny:-1 Peter i. 24, 25.
By Rev. C. F. Fenwick :-1 Cor. xv. 54.
At Glasgow :-Ezekiel xxiv. 16.
At Whitby :- Luke vii. 35.
At Rayleigh :-Jeremiah ix. 20, 21.
At Lancaster :-Amos viii. 9, 10.
At Over :-1 Kings xiv. 12, 13.
At Southminster :- Deuteronomy xxxii. 29.

At St. Andrew Undershaft :—Psalm cxlvi. 2, 3.

At St. Martin-in-the-Fields :-Eccles. vi. 1.

At Oundle :-Matt. vi. 10.
At Walbrook :—Prov. xxviii. 1.
At Episcopal Jews' Chapel, Bethnal Green:-
Rev. ii. 19.

At St. Margaret's, Durham :-Gen. iii. 19.
At Mill Hill Chapel, Leeds :-1 Cor. vii. 31.
At Newcastle-upon-Tyne :-Micah vii. 9.
At Leeds :-Jer. xv. 9.

At Weston Green Chapel, near Claremont: Jer. ix. 21.

At Mansfield :-Lam. v. 16, 17.
At Cheshunt :-1 Cor. xv. 53.
At Blenham :-Genesis xxiii. 6.

At Roman Catholic Chapel, Stonehouse :-
Genesis iii. 19.

At Wisbeach :-Jer. viii. 15.
At Buckden :-Eccles. xii. 7, 8.
At Penzance :—Eccles. xii. 7.
At Burnham :-Luke vii. 12.
At Teston, Kent :-1 Peter i. 24.
At Cambridge :-2 Samuel i. 17.
At Shrewsbury :—1 Peter i. 24, 25.
At Yardley :-Heb. xiii. 14.
At Glasgow :—Psalm cxii. 6.

At the Scotch Church, Sunderland :-Deut. Xxxü. 29.

Sermon 2nd :-Matthew xxvi. 42.

At Bradfield and North Walsham :-Isaiah xl. 6, 7, 8.

MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE.

APRIL, 1862.

THREE WEEKS IN NEW YORK.

BY OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT IN AMERICA,

ANY city in the world—Hull itself- deck, watching for the first glimpses of would look charming to me after a the New World, the sun rose in a mass dreary stormy voyage. Our passage was, of fire, as I had last seen it rise, far I suppose, much as other passages are, away, across the Gulf of Spezia. The of the water, watery. We had the stock dim haze rolled away, and the sky grew experiences. We had a storm and got clear and blue, like an Italian sky when amongst the ice, and were enveloped in the Tramontana wind is blowing from a fog. We sighted a ship or two; saw, the north ; and, were it not that the hill or fancied we saw, a whale; and were slopes, which hemmed in the bay on visited by a sparrow in the middle of every side, were covered with white the Atlantic. These are the sole ex- sparkling snow, and that one's fingers ternal incidents of the voyage I can call tingled with a chill numbing cold, I to mind. Of our internal life there is might have fancied myself back in Italy. even less to say. We ate very plenti- But the brightness of the air and the fully, slept very long, and dozed con glitter of the sunlight removed the destantly. We tried very hard to amuse pression which cold always exercises on ourselves, and failed lamentably. We one's mental faculties; and, even at the told the same stock stories, heard the risk of frost-bitten toes, I lingered on same stock songs, and played at the deck to gaze upon the view. Past same stock games. Being at sea, we did Sandy Hook Fort, where the stars and as seamen do. We were first absurdly stripes were floating gaily, close beneath stiff, then unreasonably familiar, then the wooded banks of Staten Island, personally offensive to each other, and where villas of wood, villas of stone, finally quarrelsome. We had no ladies villas with Doric porticoes, Swiss cotamongst us, but we talked as much tages, and Italian mansions, seemed to gossip, and spread as much scandal succeed each other in a never ending about one another, as if we had been a panorama, we floated onwards, towards crew of old maids. In short, we were the low long black line, which marked very, very dull; and with this much of the city of New York. The waters of mention I am content to let my voyage the bay were calm and blue, like those float out of memory.

of a southern sea; and against the banks Still, apart from the charm of seeing great masses of snow-covered ice lay land again, the approach through the huddled closely, while loose blocks, Narrows into the land-locked bay of sparkling in the sunlight, came floating New York will remain in my mind as past us seawards with the ebbing tide. one of the loveliest scenes that I have The fairy pilot-boats with their snowever looked upon. Out of the cold white sails shot across our path ; vessels chill grey dawn, as I stood shivering on bearing the flag of every nation under

MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE.

APRIL, 1862.

THREE WEEKS IN NEW YORK.

BY OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT IN AMERICA.

ANY city in the world—Hull itself- deck, watching for the first glimpses of would look charming to me after a the New World, the sun rose in a mass dreary stormy voyage. Our passage was, of fire, as I had last seen it rise, far I suppose, much as other passages are, away, across the Gulf of Spezia. The of the water, watery. We had the stock dim haze rolled away, and the sky grew experiences. We had a storm and got clear and blue, like an Italian sky when amongst the ice, and were enveloped in the Tramontana wind is blowing from a fog. We sighted a ship or two; saw, the north ; and, were it not that the hill or fancied we saw, a whale; and were slopes, which hemmed in the bay on visited by a sparrow in the middle of every side, were covered with white the Atlantic. These are the sole ex- sparkling snow, and that one's fingers ternal incidents of the voyage I can call tingled with a chill numbing cold, I to mind Of our internal life there is might have fancied myself back in Italy. even less to say. We ate very plenti. But the brightness of the air and the fully, slept very long, and dozed con- glitter of the sunlight removed the destantly. We tried very hard to amuse pression which cold always exercises on ourselves, and failed lamentably. We one's mental faculties ; and, even at the told the same stock stories, heard the risk of frost-bitten toes, I lingered on same stock songs, and played at the deck to gaze upon the view. Past same stock games. Being at sea, we did Sandy Hook Fort, where the stars and as seamen do. We were first absurdly stripes were floating gaily, close beneath stiff, then unreasonably familiar, then the wooded banks of Staten Island, personally offensive to each other, and where villas of wood, villas of stone, finally quarrelsome. We had no ladies villas with Doric porticoes, Swiss cotamongst us, but we talked as much tages, and Italian mansions, seemed to gossip, and spread as much scandal succeed each other in a never ending about one another, as if we had been a panorama, we floated onwards, towards crew of old maids. In short, we were the low long black line, which marked very, very dull; and with this much of the city of New York. The waters of mention I am content to let my voyage the bay were calm and blue, like those float out of memory.

of a southern sea ; and against the banks Still, apart from the charm of seeing great masses of snow-covered ice lay land again, the approach through the huddled closely, while loose blocks, Narrows into the land-locked bay of sparkling in the sunlight, came floating New York will remain in my mind as past us seawards with the ebbing tide. one of the loveliest scenes that I have The fairy pilot-boats with their snowever looked upon. Out of the cold white sails shot across our path ; vessels chill grey dawn, as I stood shivering on bearing the flag of every nation under

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