Scripture Readers, Mr. F. Vellenoweth, 62, St. George's Road; Mr. C. Brooks, 9, St. George's Road; City Missionary, Mr. H. Langston; London Mission Bible Woman, Miss Hulbert, 1, Ceylon Street. CHRIST CHURCH is a composition of the early Lancet style, consisting of chancel, nave, aisles and north and south transepts, with tower and spire built of Kentish rag and Bath stone, raised by subscriptions at a cost of £5,556, with sittings for 900. Interiorly it has two small galleries. It was designed by Mr. Charles Lee, and repaired, decorated and re-heated under the superintendence of Mr. E. C. Robins. The first stone of this elegant church was laid by the Bishop of Sodor and Man, on May the 27th, 1847. The living is a vicarage in the gift of the Vicar of St. Mary's. The income is derived from the pew rents. The area is 408 acres and the population of the Ecclesiastical parish in 1871 was 18,720. The Rev. Samuel Bardsley was the first Vicar of Christ Church but not the first minister. For some years it was a Chapel-of-Ease and was supplied by the Vicar of the Mother Church. The Rev. Samuel Bardsley was there from 1861 to 1867. The schools, the Vicarage, and the school in Orkney Street were built during his time. He resigned the living to become Rector of Spitalfields, and was succeeded by the Rev. Edward Cumming Ince, M.A., of Jesus College, Cambridge. In May, 1877, Mr. Ince resigned having suffered from enfeebled health, amid the painful regrets of his beloved flock, who for ten years had listened to his thorough evangelical discourses and had profited so much under his faithful ministry. The Rev. Stopford Ram, M.A., Secretary of the Church of England Temperance Society, Instituted (Hospital Sunday) June 17th, 1877, left on account of ill health, July, 1880, and died at Bournemouth, May 22nd, 1881, and buried on Ascension day. "There remaineth, therefore, a rest for the people of God." He has gone to his rest, like the bright summer sun As it sinks in the west when its day's work is done, But only to leave us a little while here, To shine in another and far distant sphere. He has gone to his rest--the journey is o'er, And safely he lands on that bright, blissful shore, Where banished for ever is sorrow and pain, 'Mid the harps that are tuned to a holier strain. He has gone to his rest--no longer to roam, The Master has called His dear labourer home; Triumphant he enters the mansions of bliss, And welcomes the change from a world such as this. He has gone to his rest--the race has been run, And vict'ry accomplished through Jesus the Son. Unwearied by conflict, he knew no defeat; His trophies are laid at our Great Captain's feet. He has gone to his rest--we shall miss the dear voice Which so often on earth made our spirits rejoice. Yet mourn we? Ah, no! If in Jesus we reign To-morrow we all shall be meeting again.