Rectory of St. John's, Clerkenwell.-Rev. John Hughes, to the Vicarage of Tregaron.-Rev. William Hurst, B.A., to the Rectory of Boylstone, Derbyshire, on his own petition, as patron.-Rev. Rowland Ingram, M.A., to the Vicarage of Giggleswick, Yorkshire.-Rev. Henry Anthony Jeffreys, M.A., to the Vicarage of Hawkhurst, Kent.-Rev. Henry E. Jolly, M.D., to be Vicar General of the Diocess of Tuam, and Judge of the Consistorial Court of Tuam.-Rev. D. T. Jones, to the Rectory of Llanddewi Velfrey, Breconshire.-Rev. W. M. Brook Kempson, M.A., to the Rectory of Stoke Lacey, Herefordshire.-Rev. R. R. Knott, M.A., to the Vicarage of Hellidon, Northamptonshire.- Rev. F. G. Le Man, M.A., to the Rectory of Merton, Norfolk.-Rev. F. V. Lockwood, M.A., Vice-Dean of the Cathedral of Canterbury for the ensuing year.- Rev. John Thomas Maine, M.A., to the Rectory of Harrington, Lincolnshire.-Rev. Pelham Maitland, B.A., to the incumbency of St. Peter's Church, Blackburn.- Rev. T. D. Moore, Vicar of Aghadown, to be Preben. dary of Kingualor, and Rector of Athnowen, Ireland.-Rev. Canon Morgan, B.D., to the Mastership of the Hospital of St. Ethelbert, founded in Hereford Cathedral.Rev. W. North, M.A., was installed Professor and Tutor of St. David's College; and the Rev. D. T. Jones, Professor of the Welsh language.-Rev. W. Powell, to the Vicarage of Llanbister.-Rev. Arthur Rigg, B.A., to be Principal of the Chester Diocesan Training School.-Rev. Mr. Robinson, to the chaplaincy of the Boston Union Poor House.-Rev. H. J. Rose, B.D., Rector of Houghton Conquest, to be one of the Rural Deans of the Deanery of Bedford.-Rev. Samuel Rundle, M.A., to be Perpetual Curate of St. Aubyn's Chapel, Devonport.-Rev. J. L. F. Russel, M.A., to be Chaplain of the Wareham and Isle of Purbeck Union.-Rev. J. Shafto, to the Rectory of Brancepeth, Durham.-Rev. Lancelot Arthur Sharpe, B.D., to the Rectory of Tackley.-Rev. H. M. Sherwood, B.A., to the vicarage of White Ladies', Aston. -Rev. John Sinclair, late senior minister of St. Paul's Chapel, Edinburgh, to be chaplain to the Lord Bishop of London.-Venerable Archdeacon Singleton appointed a trustee of Lord Crewe's Estates and Charities.-Rev. T. Twysden, M.A., to the Rectory of East Allington, Devon.-Rev. W. Vincent, B.A., to the Vicarage of Steventon, Berkshire.-Rev. Randell Ward, M.A., to be senior chaplain and acting Archdeacon at the Presidency of Bombay.-Rev. Samuel Wilberforce, B.D., to be Archdeacon of Surrey.-Rev. W. A. Willis, to the Subdeanery of the Vicars Choral, Limerick.-The Hon. and Rev. Yorke, brother of the Earl of Hardwicke, has

been appointed second minister of St. Paul's Episcopal Chapel, Edinburgh.

TESTIMONIALS TO CLERGYMEN.

The Rev. S. J. C. Adamson, incumbent of Padiham, Lancashire, a silver inkstand, a pocket communion service, and a superbly bound polyglot Bible.-The Rev. Colin Campbell, Curate of St. Paul's, Birmingham, a silver inkstand.-The Rev. T. T. Champnes, of Upton-cum-Chalvey, Bucks, a silver breakfast service.-The Rev. J. F. Denham, of St. Mary-le-Strand, Westminster, a superb set of robes, by the congregation attending his Wednesday evening lecture. The Rev. R. Downes, of Leamington, a splendid candelabrum.-The. Rev. R. Garvey, M.A., Principal of the West Riding Proprietary School, has been presented by the pupils with an elegant silver snuff-box.-The Rev. R. Harvey, of Hornsey, a beautiful and costly set of robes.-The Rev. W. Houlbrook, of Bradford, Yorkshire, a tea and coffee service.— The Rev. Hinds Howell, Curate of Washfield, a silver salver.-The Rev. T. Kennion, of High Harrowgate, a splendid silver salver.-The Rev. F. W. Knollis, Curate of Diggeswell, Herts, by the governess and children of Diggeswell school, a beautifully ornamented writing book.-The Rev. Samuel Shipley, Vicar of Ashbourn, a very handsome silver tea and coffee service.-The Rev. F. O. Smith, of Swineshead and Frampton, a splendid set of robes.

DEATHS.

Dec. 4, at Eccleshall Castle, Staffordshire, the Right Rev. Samuel Butler, D.D., Lord Bishop of Lichfield, formerly a Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and Master of the Grammar School at Shrewsbury. He took the degree of B.A. in 1796, proceeded to M. A. in 1799, and B.D. and D.D. in 1811. He succeeded Dr. Ryder as Bishop of Lichfield in June, 1836. Dr. Butler was born in 1774, and was the senior Medallist at Cambridge in 1796. He published an edition of Eschylus and various other classical works.-Oct. 14, at Madeira, the Rev. Edward Ashe, M.A., Rector of Harnhill, Gloucestershire, and Vicar of Driffield, in the same county.— Oct. 29, aged 74, the Rev. Geo. Osborne, 17 years Rector of Haslebech, Northamp

tonshire.-Nov. 4, Rev. J. Jones, Vicar of Tregaron, Cardiganshire.-Nov. 4, at the New Hotel, Hornsey, aged 35, the Rev. James John Hudson, B.D., Fellow of Magdalen College, on the Lincolnshire Foundation.-Nov. 9, Rev. Joseph Taylor, 38 years perpetual curate of Coppull, Lancashire, Patron, the rector of Standish ; and Head Master of Heskin School, aged 74.-Rev. G. H. Haslewood, 43 years perpetual curate of Morville with Aston Eyre, Salop, and 39 years Incumbent of Quatford, in the same county.-Aged 37, the Rev. C. Moffat, curate of St. Mary's, Newry.-Nov. 12, aged 79, the Rev. Jas. Geldart, D.C.L., of Trinity Hall, Cambr., 44 years rector of Kirk-Leighton, Yorkshire.-Nov. 13, in the 38th year f his age, the Rev. D. F. Harridge, formerly of Queen's College, curate of Lamarsh, .ssex.-Nov. 14, aged 78, the Rev. Jos. Hudson, 31 years vicar of Stanwix, Cumberland.-Nov. 15, at North Cheam, Surrey, the Rev. John Cookesley, D.D., in his 69th year.-On Monday, Nov. 18, died, in his 75th year, the Rev. Robert Hele Selby Hele, M.A., of Exeter College, and rector of Brede, Sussex. He was the son of Robert Hele Selby, Esq., of Marazion, Cornwall, and took the name of Selby Hele on the death of a relative.-Nov. 18, Rev. Martin Gilpin, perpetual curate of St. Thomas's Church, Stockport.-Nov. 19, aged 65, the Rev. Robert Sandford, perpetual curate of Crook, in Kendal, Westmoreland, for 39 years.Nov. 20, in the 63rd year of his age, the Rev. Martin John Brunwin, rector of Bradwell, Essex.-Rev. John Boake, 13 years rector of Swalcliffe, Kent.-5th Dec., at Edgbaston, near Birmingham, of scarlet fever, the Rev. John George Breay, of Queen's College, Cambridge, Minister of Christ Church, Birmingham, and Prebendary of Lichfield. Although indisposed, he preached to his attached flock on Sunday, the 24th ultimo, on the occasion of the seventh anniversary of his appointment over them, and, as it proved, for the last time. Mr. Breay was for a short time curate of Trinity Church, Cambridge, and for several years perpetual curate of Haddenham, in the Isle of Ely.-Rev. John Kipling, M.A., 48 years perpetual curate of Chearsley, Bucks, Patron, C. C. Dormer, Esq.; and 29 years vicar of Oakley, in the same county, of which he was for many years an active magistrate. -Aged 67, the Rev. Thomas Robyns, 20 years vicar of Marystow, Devonshire.— Rev. Francis Sandes, curate of Lisleton.-Aged 73, the Rev. George Turner, 34 years rector of Kettleburgh, Suffolk; and 37 years rector of Monewden, in the same county.

The Pastoral Letter of the Right Reverend the bishops of the church in Scotland, and which may be had of Mr. Burns, Portman street, was publicly read from the pulpits of all the Episcopal chapels in Edinburgh, on Sunday, the 15th December, 1839. On the same day the collections in Edinburgh, as far as we have yet learnt, were at St. Paul's, £134-St. John's, £111-St. James's, £30.

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The following books have been received since our last publication; but were too late for notice this month. They shall have a "good deliverance" in our next. chus, an Essay on Intemperance." "The Doctrine of a Triune God". Protestant Exiles of Zitterthal." "Paternal Advice to Young Men."- "Maternal Advice to Daughters". -"Parley's Tales about Canada." "Publications of the Protestant Association.". -"Bellarmine's Notes of the Churches." — Letters from 66 Scrutator," ," and "A Churchman," were all received too late for insertion this month, but shall have our best attention in next number.

We have also received the Norrisian Prize Essay for the year 1837, and the Hulsean Prize Dissertation for the year 1838, both by Mr. Daniel Moore, Librarian and scholar of Catharine Hall, which we will take an opportunity of noticing.

In our last number we endeavoured to show that Passion, in his wild excesses, takes forcible possession of the mind, and preoccupies it to the entire exclusion of reason; and we might have multiplied examples in support of our position. This, however, is unnecessary, for reality and fiction tell the same sad tale, and vie with each other in portraying the fearful violence which drives Reason from her throne and strips Conscience of her rights.

In speaking of the excesses of Passion, we do not confine ourselves to those which are traced in blood, or end in some fearful deed of violence. These meet the public eye, and excite our horror or our scorn, but they are rare, indeed, compared with those which hide themselves from view, and make the bleeding heart their only witness. Take but the one passion of anger, and trace it through its varying forms and combinations, and how small a proportion will its deeds of blood bear to its other excesses! Looks which wound more keenly than the sword, and words more full of venom than the serpent's tooth, prompted by anger as violent as that which guides the murderer's hand, these furnish the most firequent and the strongest instances of the power of passion. And who can say where the effect of anger, kindled in one human breast, shall endwho shall set limits to its wide-spreading mischief? Who shall essay to calculate the grief it causes to the weak and helpless, the passion it engenders in the proud, the private misery, the public wrong !

Listen to the shouts of the assembled multitude. The people's champion asserts the people's rights. How does the heart leap at the dear name of Liberty! What loud applause responds to every word which speaks in praise of her! "And are ye free?" A deep and breathless silence proclaims the insidious question busy at each heart. "Whence, then, your misery? Whence come your poverty, and all the ills you suffer? Is there not wealth enough for all? Yon lordly mansion, which so proudly overlooks your humble cabins, could furnish forth supplies for all your wants. Why this disparity? Why these extremes of luxury and want amongst men created equal? Oppression's iron hand has crushed the rich refuse relief, and the rulers of your country are deaf to the cry of poverty." Thus speaks the patriot; nor does he speak

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in vain. Conscious of want, but careless of its cause, and slow to blame himself, each eager listener deems the rich his foe, and sees oppression in the hand of power. And, as obedient fancy pictures forth bright scenes of wealth to come, and pours abundance in the lap of sloth, renewed applause repays the patriot's zeal, and, borne in triumph by the shouting throng, he takes the place ambition strove to fill, and plays the patriot's part, and takes the patriot's wages too. Whence all this zeal for liberty; and all these fierce denunciations of the rich and powerful? Loves he the liberty he vaunts so highly; relieves he the distress he paints so eloquently; does he promote that equality which he proclaims as man's inalienable right? His life shall speak for him, and his domestic hearth shall judge him. Does he succour and assist the poor? No ear more deaf than his, when suffering poverty cries loud for help. Does his kindness take from dependence all its sense of inferiority? Yon menials' looks speak not of love, but fear. His wife and children, too, are they the objects of his constant love? Ah, no! A tyranny, from which

there is no escape, fills every mind with terror; for slavish subjection has taken the place of that cheerful obedience which is the offspring of love, and the best form of liberty. There is no mystery here; ambition, disappointed of its aim, has engendered anger, and anger expends itself in public vituperation and private tyranny.

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Oh you who love your country and seek to promote the happiness of mankind, pause ere you take from poverty its solace and support-conThis is the magic power which turns all it touches into gold. Without it, the owner of untold wealth is poor; with it, the meanest peasant is passing rich. If ye must needs remind the poor man of his poverty, let it be in terms of consolation and encouragement. Tell him of the cares which riches bring; point to the thorns which spring up in the path of wealth and power: speak to him of responsibility increasing with increasing wealth; of temptation growing with the means of enjoyment. Hide not from him the long train of diseases unknown to poverty, but the familiar offspring of sloth and luxury. See how the pampered appetite loaths the richest food; how weary grows the ear of choicest harmony; how dull the eye that gazes on the glowing canvass. Oh for excitement, new and curious, to dart one pang of pleasure through the torpid nerves. If still there seem some place for envy of the rich man's state, strip off from seeming wealth its thin disguise, and show the haggard form of poverty. The heaps of gold, which dazzled you but now, have shrunk to nothing as you gazed upon them, and their proud owner, nursed in luxury's lap, is poorer far than yon. Or if, a sceptic still, the poor man turns an envious eye to those who seem to join the power and privilege of wealth to the best gift of poverty-to sweeten wealth obtained by labour undergone-then tell him of the anxious days and sleepless nights which hoarded wealth has cost; the fear of tempests on the main, and perils on the land. Tell him of men beggared by those they trusted with their all; lead him to prisons full of those he once accounted rich, reduced to abject poverty, and robbed of freedom too. And does there yet remain a man the poor can justly envy? Surely those who earn their bread by labours of the mind, and heap up knowledge costlier far than wealth, may raise the poor man's envy. Yon pale and haggard frame, bent o'er the midnight lamp, can tell a different tale. By birth and education classed among the rich, in fortune poorest of the poor, he lives as

live the rich, and hopes, ere long, to gain a scanty livelihood. But, day by day, and year by year, roll by, and leave him poorer still. How the racked brain is tortured to supply the body's craving wants! How do the nerves, so finely strung to pleasure, vibrate to the touch of woe. See` how the tears flow at thought of sorrow past and misery to come. No smiling faces cheer his lonely hearth; no kindred spirits sympathize with his. None live to soothe his sorrows or to share his joy. Cheerless and sad, his lonely course is run. The poorest cabin, and the meanest fare, are luxury to this. Then teach the poor content, and make them rich; but let your bitterest scorn pursue the wretch who plants distrust and envy in the poor man's breast, and mounts by such unworthy means to power.

Where is our patriot now? With rapid strides he gains the power he seeks, and holds the reins of empire in his hands. Meanwhile the poison works. His words, remembered well and oft repeated by the listening crowd, spread through the land; anger and brooding discontent sit on the poor man's brow, and, busy at his heart, poison his peace and paralyze his strength. His weary arins drop listless by his side, and starving children ask for bread in vain. Want stares him in the face, and now, an easy prey to artful demagogues, he joins some band of midnight murderers sworn to shed the blood of all who dare resist the people's will, and guard the land they love from lawless force. Blinded with rage, and bent on violence, the gathering mob moves to the work of death. Woe to the devoted city whose appointed guardians or fear the coming storm, or slumber at their post. Wrapt in fierce flames and sacked by savage hordes, the peaceful city mourns the fate of war. All the black passions of the human heart, freed from restraint, rove up and down, and scare the affrighted streets. At length the law, long outraged, bares its arm of power, and peace resumes her sway. But, should the friends of order, firm and undismayed, oppose the people's will, and vindicate the law, the shouting mob runs frightened from the field, and those who threatened most are foremost in the flight. Some few have fallen in the strife, others have borne away the marks of blood, and many more are saved to answer to the outraged laws. Now steps the patriot forth, and wonders much to see the people's rage. The laws must be obeyed, and punishment shall overtake the guilty; he himself, perchance, shall fix the time and place of trial, and, bitter mockery! shall, with his own hand, consign his own misguided victims to banishment or death.

Our theme has nought to do with politics, nor have we. We merely give the best example we can find of the power and the contagiousness of passion. We wish to show to what a giant stature anger grows; how trifling words may swell to fearful deeds; how little reason does to check extremes of passion. Nay, we have made use of this example for the express purpose of showing that reason is not only powerless to check the excesses of passion; but that she becomes a willing instrument in working out his designs. What is the hinge on which the power of the political deceiver turns ? The assumed equality of man, a principle which experience has, in every age, rejected, but which reason supports by every form of specious argument. But we have another, and not less cogent, reason for selecting this example of the power of passion. It is this, that infidelity goes hand in hand with the passions which prompt to public violence; and, if it can be shown that these passions succeed