But of what avail is all this? Ritualists succeed in revealing the disorganization of their sect, only to show that it is incurable, and yet are able to persuade themselves that such a sect as this, which exists only to “neutralize” the revelation of the Most High, is an integral part of that majestic and inflexible “Church of the living God,” upon which he has lavished all the highest gifts which even divine munificence could bestow. Speaking of some recent conversions to the Catholic Church, the _Church Herald_ says: “From what we hear from quarters which are well informed, there can be little doubt that another large and influential exodus in the same direction is imminent.” If Anglicans are not converted now, the case does indeed seem hopeless. But they need more than ever at this moment a solemn warning. They may begin to desire reconciliation, and to flee from the house of bondage; but, if they think they can criticise the church as they have been in the habit of criticising their own sect; if they propose to teach instead of to learn; to command instead of to obey; if they do not seek her pardon and blessing in the loving spirit of penance, humility, and submission, let them remember that the church of God is no home for the lawless and self‐sufficient. But to all those who in humility and sincerity are seeking the truth, We would say with all possible intensity of entreaty: “Let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely,” for “the SPIRIT and the BRIDE say, COME.” Antar And Zara; Or, “The Only True Lovers.” An Eastern Romance Narrated In SONGS. By Aubrey De Vere. Part VI. They Sang. I. The people met me at the rescued gate, On streaming in the immeasurable joy, Warriors with wounds, gray priests, old men sedate, The wife, the child, the maiden, and the boy. Then followed others—some as from a tomb, Their face a blank, and vacant; blinded some; Some that had whitened in the dungeon’s gloom; Some, from long years of lonely silence, dumb. Anatomies of children with wild glare, Like beasts new caught; and man‐like spectres pale; And shapes like women, fair, or one time fair (Unhappiest these), that would not lift the veil. Then saw I what is wrought on man by men: Then saw I woman’s glory and her shame: Then learned I that which freedom is—till then The soldier, not of her, but of her name. The meaning then of Country, Virtue, Faith, Flashed on me, lightning‐like: I pressed my brow Down on the wayside dust, and vowed till death My life to these. _That_ was my bridal vow. II. A dream was mine that not for long Our joy should have its home on earth; That love, by anguish winged, and wrong, Should early seek its place of birth; That all thy hand hath done and dared Should scantlier serve our country’s need Than some strange suffering ’twixt us shared Her last great harvest’s sanguine seed.