CHURCH EFFIGIES. THE thought of those of old was worth To place with prayerful, reverent heart, Of that which God had taken, Within His courts, where mercies flow, The house of soul-refection, That that above and that below And thus, though long the form beneath So fair, on mere resemblance rests And carven counterpart invests That priest, the scroll about his head The mass on many a matin, We think he loved the book he holds, Then 'Dona nobis pacem' rang His heart, though lips would falter; And, when a little while was past, He dropped it, there beside him. How sweet to lie thus still and calm, Those wrists so white and pulseless were, And heavenward-raised desire; And eyes whose sealèd lids would seem Without is din of toil and play, But always silent worshippers The people pass them in the aisle, Of that sustained devotion. The prayerful murmur swells and falls, The soul arising strives to pass But when that noise of praying breath High cliffs is often sounding; Of restless waves, that borrow. And when that music upward rolled As though an outstretched hand should hold Then by their place the people press, When sometimes, from the golden south, Either a forehead or a mouth, With rays that linger brightly: Then do those moveless features seem As one who dreameth in a dream As one awaking from such dream And all day long they only change Then lights the mystic moonlight strange And, slanting down the archèd aisle From some clerestory casement, And, whether darkness grows or faints, Look down upon the sleepers, From niche and corner overhead, The clothing of unearthly peace While that grand calm which passeth thought For it they wrestled on in prayer To wear Life's garments meetly, W. ST. HILL BOURNE. 'SO UNGRATEFUL.' MISS PIPER, if you please, sir,' said the Rectory parlourmaid one Monday morning when Mr. Sumner had stayed in to see any of his parish-helpers who might wish for advice about their work. Miss Piper was a small, prim, middle-aged lady, who had lived at Brayford with her father until a year ago, when, at his death, she came to Carchester, where she had a widowed sister, the two having agreed to eke out their small income by keeping a fancy shop. Old Mr. Piper had had a pension, which had enabled him and his daughter to live in what the latter called 'a genteel way,' and it was now a great trouble to her to be obliged to soil her hands with trade; and the elaborate ignorance she thought necessary to display in all matters relating to business, and the very amateur fashion in which she attended to the wants of her customers, made it appear unlikely that trade would ever do more for her than soil her fingers. She used to teach in the Sunday School at Brayford, and when she left, the clergyman there wrote to Mr. Sumner about her, and said he believed she would be glad to do any work for which she might have time. So it came to pass that she was now a teacher in the St. John's Sunday Schools, and had gradually become acquainted with the parents of her pupils. Some months ago she and her sister had taken into their service a young girl whom they had got to know in this way, and in whom both had been interested. She had a very bad home, and they talked a great deal about teaching and training her, so that Mr. Sumner was quite glad to think that now poor, troublesome Sarah Davies would have a chance of being well looked after. He soon noticed, however, that she was to be met in the streets at all hours, dawdling along, looking in at shop windows, or gossiping at corners. She was always either very smart or very untidy, and to an experienced eye her looks and manners told a sad tale of carelessness, sloth, and immodesty. He also found that Sarah's mistresses had changed their tune with regard to the delightfulness of Carchester generally, and the arrangements of St. John's parish in particular. The church was too dark, the seats uncomfortable, the ventilation bad, the free and open system disagreeable. The school was too far off, the children were no longer dears,' and their parents ceased to be 'so nice, poor things!' Mr. Sumner was, therefore, tolerably well prepared for the style of |