CHURCHMAN'S Shilling Magazine AND FAMILY TREASURY CONDUCTED BY THE REV. ROBERT H. BAYNES, M.A. VICAR OF ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS, COVENTRY; AND EDITOR OF VOLUME III. MARCH-AUGUST, 1868 LONDON HOULSTON AND WRIGHT 65, PATERNOSTER ROW Per. 1419.0.490 CONTENTS OF VOL. III. PAGE 480 AFTER THE FIRST EUCHARIST. By S. J. Stone, B.A. 360 75 DEATH OF MONTIGNY, THE. By G. Wentworth Barnaby GLIMPSES OF ASYLUM LIFE. By the Rev. H. Hawkins . HOT DAYS IN ROME. By Mrs. F. Elliot LEONARD, ABBOT OF BEAULIEU. By Rev. Alan Brodrick, B.A. MIRACLES. By the Rev. R. Winterbotham, LL.B. ODD EPITAPHS. By T. Shairp. OUR PARISH CLERKS. By the Rev. Dr. Cornish PARISH CHOIRS AND CONGREGATIONAL SINGING POETRY:- 648 100 83 286 312 493 63 CHRIST AND THE LITTLE CHILD. By C. Lawrence Ford, B.A. 365 QUEST OF LOVE, THE. By S. J. Stone, B.A.. "SIT ANIMA MEA CUM EJUS ANIMA!" By F. W. Harris, M.A. “TRULY MY HOPE IS EVEN IN THEE." By Sarah Doudney PREACHING AND PREACHING. By a Graduate of Oxford PROSE IDYLLS. By the Author of "The Harvest of a Quiet Eye" 132, 393 90 423 TEMPERATE USE versus INTEMPERATE DISUSE. By William 270, 527 UP A GUM TREE; OR, A QUEENSLAND FLOOD. By William Spicer 485 VEXED QUESTION, THE. By Huntley Smyth. 46, 169, 297, 408, WORD GOSSIP. By Rev. W. L. Blackley, M.A. 22, 180, 242, 366, 465 WORDS OF LIFE AND OF LOVE. By the Editor Churchman's Shilling, egaging & FAMILY TREASURY. A WOMAN'S CONFESSION. BY J. A. ST. JOHN BLYTHE. CHAPTER I. LIFE AT THE MANOR. THIRTY-FIVE to-day-an age at which many women are still young, and with life bright and hopeful before them, and what am I? A prematurely old woman, with faded beauty, shattered health, ruined hopes, and, oh, what terrible memories! And this I have been for ten years. For ten long years my life has been a burden I would gladly lay down. And yet I am not unhappy. Thank God, peace has come at last; peace in the consciousness of sin forgiven, and in patient resignation, gained at last, to wait patiently till He shall see fit to release me from this weary life. Without that peace I do not think I could ever have found courage to face again the past, and write, for the warning of those who chose to read, the records of a sinful life. Yes, a sinful life I do deliberately call it, though, perhaps, there never was a life more free from all that men call a sinful life in a woman. But I cannot judge it as men judge-I, who know all its inmost secrets. I do call it a fearfully sinful life; perhaps, in God's sight a more sinful one than many from which the world turns away in self-righteous contempt. I can only |