Let me now take the reader to another Congregational church—that of Stockwell, of which the Rev. Thomas Batty is the present pastor. It looks uncommonly well, considering how often it has been altered and enlarged. Like all the other Nonconformist places of worship in Colchester, it is situated in an out-of-the-way part of the town. The old Noncons were too much given to set their light under a bushel, but there were reasons for that which happily do not exist now. But it is worth while looking at the place if only for the sake of seeing the monument to Mr. Herrick, the famous Independent parson, who preached there for fifty years. It is said of him that whilst his preaching _regaled the highest_ intellect, the common people heard him gladly. The present occupier of the pulpit, who has been there twenty-five years, seems destined to achieve fame in many ways. One of his latest inventions is a fire-globe, for warming rooms. There were, to me, two specially interesting ecclesiastical edifices in Colchester. One now utilised for industrial purposes, almost side by side with Mr. Batty’s chapel, was erected in 1691 for Nonconformist worship. It was there Isaac Taylor preached, and there his celebrated daughters attended. Their dwelling-house is close by, and there they wrote those charming poems and tales for infants’ minds which are popular in the nursery still. It was there Isaac Taylor, of Ongar, learned to think, so as to become one of the foremost essayists of his age. As you stand outside and look at the roof of the old tabernacle you will see that some part of it is more modern than the rest. It appears there was an orthodox minister whose preaching was not acceptable to the Unitarian part of the congregation. He would not go, and they resolved to make him, and to compel him to move they took off part of the roof. The preacher, however, remained, and the small endowment with him, which has been transferred to Mr. Batty’s church over the way. The other ecclesiastical edifice to which I allude is a small Episcopalian church of ancient date, which contains the tomb of the celebrated Dr. Gilberd. But the great lion of Colchester is, of course, its castle, now utilised as a museum, full of interesting Roman remains found in the neighbourhood, and to which they are constantly being brought, as almost every excavation in the city disinters something or other left by those rulers of the ancient world. In the castle is an interesting library, left to the city by Bishop Harsnett, a Colchester lad who became a great man—Archbishop of York, if I remember aright—but who in his old age was sadly worried by the Puritans. Some of the books are in excellent preservation, and are marvels of typography. I was especially struck with one, “Meditationes Vite Jesu Christi,” printed at Strasbourg in 1483. No printer in our day could surpass such work. We have gained much, but our old masters are our old masters still. It is interesting