Many of the bishops and clergy in England, also, are warm sympathizers, if not active advocates, of the proposed repeal, as the following extract from a recent letter of the Rt. Rev. Dr. Turner, late Bishop of Salford, will in part demonstrate. With regard to home rule, writes that prelate, “it seems to me that some measure of home rule for Ireland is certain. It is but a question of time and amount. Parliament will, sooner or later, be obliged to grant it, if only for the despatch of imperial business. A strong feeling prevails in favor of large powers of local and municipal self‐government even in England, and the extension of this principle must inevitably come to Ireland.” We cannot but agree with the good bishop in his views of the necessity of some change in the parliamentary system of the United Kingdoms, at least as far as Ireland is concerned, and trust, sincerely trust, that his predictions will be justified by events, and that very quickly. With a home government, a denominational plan of education, and a fostering public opinion for ability and native genius, which would surely follow, that long‐suffering but faithful island might in the near future equal, or even excel, the glories that shone around her in her first ages of Christianity. Sonnet: Good Friday. Behold the highest Good! there on the cross ’Tis pictured on a canvas so sublime That God’s own thought, conceived before all time, Is fitly told; the universe at loss To fathom it, its mighty forces toss In darkened struggles that do wildly chime In thund’rous mutt’rings with the monstrous crime That man conceives; yet all the varied dross Of nature’s agitations but compose The adjuncts to that central Form, where God, Enthroned in pain, all suffering doth enclose In one brief day, that never might be trod A path more hard than that did interpose ’Twixt Pilate’s hall and Calvary’s blood‐stained sod. Grapes And Thorns. Chapter X. The Descent of Avernus. By The Author Of “The House of Yorke.” It was Annette who told Miss Pembroke the result of the trial, taking it on herself as a sort of mission. Without saying a word on the subject to each other, perhaps without defining it clearly in their own minds, they had yet acted on an impression that she was to be treated with peculiar delicacy and tenderness in the matter. As young Mrs. Gerald came down the street toward her mother‐in‐law’s home, she saw Miss Pembroke approaching her slowly from the opposite direction, a child at either side. She was just coming from her school, and these two little ones lived in the neighborhood, and were privileged to walk home with their teacher, each holding in its little hands, for warmth, a fold of her large sable cloak.