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We have received a few not very indirect hints that we have not been sufficiently cautious in preparing our notices of certain Church-books; "at least," says one correspondent, "some other Church-periodicals pronounce a different judgment upon them." Now,

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stated, since the Evergreen is designed as a Church periodical, we shall always be happy to be favored with the advice and co-operation of all good Churchmen.

NOTICES OF BOOKS.

some other Church-periodicals" are at liberty to pro-pendix on the Apostolical Succession, by Rev. Joseph nounce what judgment they please, and we shall claim the right, or, at least, the privilege, to do the same. We wish it to be understood, however, that our "no

CHRIST'S WARNING TO THE CHURCHES; with an ApLathrop, D. D., with an Introductory Notice by the Rev. J. M. Wainwright, D. D. New York, A. V. Blake. New Haven, A. H. Maltby.—The Rev. Dr. Lathrop, the author of these discourses, was a Congregational minister of high standing among his contemporaries. We are glad to see this work brought

before the public, for, (to use the author's own words,) at this time, when error and wickedness so much abound; when new and strange doctrines are promulgated; and when teachers, of one sort and another, are starting up with pretensions to guide souls in the way to heaven-it concerns us carefully to distinguish between true teachers and corrupt seducers. (p. 14.) We should be glad to see this little volume in the hands of all those who so fondly cherish the novelties of "the distinctive religion of New England," that they may see how some of those principles which they are pleased to call "puerilites," were regarded by their predecessors.

tices of books" are not intended to express our precise opinion upon every particular topic on which an author may see fit to expatiate; but we only design, in such cases, to give our opinion of the general merits or demerits of a work. We expect no human author to be infallible, nor do we expect him to express our own individual opinion on every minor point; but so long as we are pleased with the general contents of a work, we do not feel disposed to carp at every ambiguous phrase, or to be alarmed at the bare mention of some of those Church principles which prove so terrific a bug-bear to many who call themselves Churchmen. We are sorry that any thing like the spirit of sectarianism should be found in the Church; and yet, we suppose, such will always be the case, and for this reason, that the individuals who compose the Church militant, are, in the language of Scripture, "yet carnal." We love a Catholic spirit. We desire to breathe in a Catholic atmosphere. On minor points we must agree to differ, but this will afford no just cause for the formation of sects in the Church; for, to our mind, the very names of High and Low-Church-"Churchman's Library," now printed in a separate men appear uncatholic, and convey the idea of sects. We consider that every man is a Churchman or not one; and we are heartily opposed to the practice of judging of a person's Churchmanship by his supposed attachment to the opinions of any individual. We have the Book of Common Prayer for our standard, and here all Catholic Churchmen can meet on common ground. We would repudiate from the Church every sectarian name, whether it be High-Churchmen or Low-Churchmen, or Puseyites or Whateleyites.

We think we feel, at least in some good degree, the responsibility of our position as Editor; especially when we consider the influence that our periodical may have in forming the opinions, the tastes, and the moral and religious principles of the young, we feel that a momentous responsibility rests upon us. And we would, in all humility, continue carnestly to pray that God may bless our undertaking, and that we may be more and more fitted for the duties of our station.

An Editor should always exercise an independent judgment, and act in accordance to the dictates of his own conscience. He must not expect to please "all sorts and conditions of men," and yet he should be willing to listen to the suggestions and well-intended counsels of his friends. And, as we before have

CHURCH-CLAVERING; or, the Schoolmaster. By the Rev. W. Gresley, M. A. Flemington, N. J.: J. R. Dunham.-We are glad to see this excellent and interesting work, which has lately appeared in the

book, thus forming a neat and handsome little volume. Though it professes to be the history of a Schoolmaster," yet it would be none the less useful, on this account, to the general reader, and especially to parents, who are all teachers. We shall probably have something more to say concerning this work, in the next number of the Evergreen.

THE CHURCHMAN'S LIBRARY, No. 4, for March, containing the conclusion of Church-Clavering, and the first part of CHRISTIAN MORALS, by the Rev. William Sewell, M. A.-We think the Churchman's Library needs only to be known, to meet with a wide circulation. We are informed by the publisher, that Southey's "Book of the Church" is to appear next in the order of publication.

A PASTORAL FOR THE TIMES; The Church's Chain of Authority from God to Minister in the Word and Sacraments. Burlington, N. J., Lent, 1844.-This little manual sets forth in a plain and concise manner, 1. The Churchman's state of the case; 2. As derived through ancient authors; 3. From the Holy Scripture, in support of the "Chain of Authority from God to Minister in the Word and Sacraments."

ANGLICAN CATHEDRAL CHURCH OF ST. JAMES, church commenced on the rock of Mount Zion. To

MOUNT ZION, JERUSALEM.

Ilustrated with an Engraving.

The foundations were sunk, however, to the great depth already mentioned, and brought to a height of more than five feet above the ground, in the short space of eleven months. The first stone of the foun{dation was laid by Bishop Alexander, on the 28th of February, 1842. The works were suppressed by the Turkish authorities, in January, 1843.

reach this rock it was necessary to descend forty-two feet below the present level! The plan pursued was to sink a shaft down to the rock at the principal We present our readers, in the present number, with points, to bring up piers of rough masonry, and then an engraving (the first that has appeared in this counto throw arches across from one pier to another, and try) of the Church of St. James, at Jerusalem. It the walls of the church rest on these piers and arches. represents this Church as it is designed to be ulti-It required the constant attention and greatest skill of mately finished. the architect, to carry out so laborious a work, withThe friends of the Jews have for a long time de-out English or even European workmen, and under sired that amidst the various hostile parties of Chris-all the disadvantageous circumstances of being surtians at Jerusalem, the Church of England might also rounded by a people so bitterly hostile to the underhave a representative, who might come amongst them taking. as a messenger of peace, and exhibit to the Jews the pure and simple truths of the Gospel. Many earnestly desired, in addition to a church and clergy, that a resident Bishop might be appointed, as being necessary to the proper representation of the Church of England, as a branch of the Holy Catholic Church. It was seen that without a Bishop, all fraternal intercourse with the Eastern Churches was hopeless, and that It had not been intended to finish the church at many of their other plans, even if carried into execuonce, for it was feared that the sight of such a struction, would be nearly useless. And God in His provi- ture would tend to create too great a feeling of oppodence has been pleased to make their wishes to be re-sition on the part of the Moslems; but at some future alized. The King of Prussia made a proposition to time, when permission was granted by the Turkish England, in 1841, to co-operate with her in the en-authorities, the turrets were to be carried up to their dowment of a bishopric of Jerusalem, and a bill for this purpose was laid before Parliament by the Archbishop of Canterbury, on the 6th of September, of that year. This bill was enacted, and Professor Alexander, himself a converted Jew, of the tribe of Judah, was, on the 7th of November, consecrated to the Episcopate. He immediately sailed for his future residence, and arrived in about two months at Jerusalem. So long ago as 1836, some persons interested in the spiritual welfare of the Jews in the Holy City, determined to have an edifice ereeted as a place of Christian worship for them to assemble, and the "London Society for promoting Christianity among the Jews," entered upon this laudable undertaking, received subscriptions, and authorized the representative of the Society at Jerusalem, the Rev. J. Nicolayson, to purchase property for this purpose. Various unexpected difficulties occurring, nothing was actually done for some years. In the early part of the year 1841, Mr. Johns was appointed architect, and in July of the same year arrived in the Holy City. In the course of a few months, the old buildings then standing on the

full height, and completed as seen in our engraving. The Rev. Mr. Nicolayson is now in Constantinople, making efforts to procure a firman granting full permission to re-commence and finish the work. From the latest accounts, he has a fair prospect of ultimate success in his object.

We will conclude our remarks on this subject, with the earnest petition of the Apostle, "My heart's desire and prayer to God for Israel is, that they might be saved."

"Lord! visit thy forsaken race,

Back to thy fold the wand'rers bring,
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace,

And hail in CHRIST their promis'd King.

The veil of darkness rend in twain,
Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light;
The sever'd olive branch again

Firm to its parent stock unite.

Hail, glorious day, expected long!

When Jew and Greek one prayer shall pour,
With eager feet one temple throng,
With grateful praise one God adore."

For the Evergreen.

ANNALS OF OUR PARISH.

BY A COUNTRY PARSON'S DAUGHTER.

CHAPTER I.

CONTAINING SOME ACCOUNT OF WOLFDALE.

gray tower of the church bears an entablature, on which the arms of England and the initials of Queen Anne may yet be seen through the fissures of the patriotic mortar, which Time, the old tory, treats with very little respect.

The inhabitants of Wolfdale have had the reputation, in other days, of being a quiet, industrious class of people, who pursued their avocations in peace, from generation to generation, very much undisturbed by THE name of the village within whose boundaries the excitement of politics and speculations, and beour parish is mostly comprised, is WOLFDALE; a name yond the reach of the noisy clamors of the spirit of for which, I beg all my readers to observe, I am in no the age. And such, in all human probability, they wise responsible. Nor would I have them suppose that would have continued, had it not been for the removal this unromantic and perhaps somewhat fierce designa- thither of half a score of busy-bodies from the metrotion of our terrestrial position, is at all descriptive of polis, among whom was a sprinkling of retired merthe characters or manners of the inhabitants. On the chants, Wall street operators, and active men of busicontrary, I believe that as much gentleness and hu-ness, some of whom designed to make it their conmanity exists beneath the sky which bends over Wolf-stant residence, and some retiring to its pleasant dale, as in any other spot under the sun. Whatever scenes during the summer season only. I well remay have been the propensities and characteristics of its aboriginal possessors, I am certain that there are but few of us, at this day, who may be justly said to possess decidedly wolfish tendencies, except, perhaps, in a figurative sense, which may become evident as we proceed. Our remote ancestors chose this name, for reasons of their own, and we, their descendants of the fifth generation, are willing to abide by it.

Contrary to the usage of all historians, I shall attempt no set description of our village in this first chapter. Should the reader ever happen to pass our way, he or she will undoubtedly be able to recognize it, from some of the features hinted at, from time to time, in the course of this narrative.

member the excitement produced among us, five years ago, by the simultaneous arrival of three families, constituting the first instalment of this surplus fund of the city, which it was our lot to receive. Our sweet little church, which, from Sunday to Sunday and from year to year, had gathered within its walls the same sober, devout, orderly congregation, soon began to wear the aspect of a fashionable meeting-house. Two of the new families evidently considered it decidedly vulgar to hurry to church in time for the commencement of the service. One portly gentleman came sweeping up the aisle during the reading of the first lesson; soon after which, his wife and daughters, who had been whispering and tittering in the vestibule, glided to their pew, whilst their rustling silks and bobbing feathers seemed to keep time to the chanting of the Te Deum. The other party gave an emphatic in

pew door during the most solemn part of the litany. As the services proceeded, some of these sat while the congregation stood; others lounged during the sermon, in true theatrical style; some sat during prayers, and some chatted and laughed to each other, while quizzing-glasses, pencils, and fans, were in continual

use.

It may be well to say, however, at the outset, that Wolfdale is situated at the extremity of one of those delightful valleys which occur so frequently on both sides of the Hudson, above the region of the High-dication of their presence, by the slamming of the lands. This valley, as it opens towards the river, forms the bed of a pretty mountain stream, which, within view of the window at which I am now writing, falls in a very tolerable cascade over a ledge of rocks some forty feet high, from which it winds onward, through luxuriant fields and meadows, towards the noble flood to which it is tributary. On the north the hills are lofty and precipitous, presenting at their sum- When I afterwards expressed to my father my inmits a range of bold bare rocks, which once, perhaps, dignant surprise at such irreverence in the house of formed the eyrie of the eagle and the den of the rat-God, he assured me that I should by no means judge tlesnake. On the south, the highlands being less of the character of the Church-people of the metropobold, are well wooded in their whole extent, girdled lis from such specimens, and in proof of what he said, along the base of the long ascent with an unbroken referred me to the devout and genteel deportment of chain of smiling farms. the other family among the new comers, who seemed Wolfdale boasts of an antiquity to which few vil- throughout to be truly engaged in the services of the lages in our country can aspire, and we wonder that sanctuary. I thought of these and was silent. some venerable Dryasdust has not made it the subject The state of my father's health, which from the peof an octavo long before this. The old stone mansionriod to which I have alluded, had been rapidly dewhich stands at the extremity of the pretty avenueclining, rendered it absolutely necessary for him, in which forms its principal street, was a venerable edi- May last, to retire altogether from the public duties of fice at the commencement of the Revolution, and the his sacred office. His gray hairs and bent frame, at

ties of his station until midsummer, although he immediately signified his acceptance of the station opened to him. In the mean time, a clerical friend of one of our city neighbors, sojourning with him during the summer, was induced to undertake the temporary sup

testing a life of arduous and honorable labor, were indications but too sure of this necessity; and when he stood up in the pulpit of St. Mary's to announce his resignation of the pastoral charge which he had held for upwards of half a century, the deepest emotions of regret filled every heart, and the tears rolled down eve-ply of the pulpit, the parochial duties for the time de

volving upon my father, who agreed to administer the affairs of the parish, in all other particulars, until Mr. Greenville should be able to come among us.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

ry cheek. It was, indeed, a day of solemn and holy interest to us all! To many present, he had been, through life, an honored adviser and a faithful friend; to all, he had been, for years, the faithful pastor and This arrangement, promising as it seemed at first, the sympathizing spiritual father. From the aged pa- afterwards, as we shall see, proved the source of much rent to the blooming child, all knew him and loved trial to Mr. Greenville. The gentleman who supplied him as the sincere and faithful minister of God—the his place, was one entirely destitute of experience in fervent preacher-the assiduous parochial clergyman- the ministry, and was, moreover, of a hasty and rash the pure-minded disciple. At baptism and burial, intemper, which, in any other times than those when he eucharist and prayer, at the matrimonial altar and in was among us, might not have produced the evils it the social circle, beside the bed of sickness and indid. the chamber of death, he had been to them as God's embassador indeed, "whose record was in heaven." But the tender grief of the occasion was softened by the recollection that although the pastoral relation between him and his flock was then dissolved for ever, the ties which bound him to his parishioners as a Christian friend and neighbor were not to be severed. He had always resolved, if God in His good providence should so permit, to spend the evening of his life among his spiritual children, and to sleep, with the faithful departed whom he had blessed in death, in the beautiful church-yard of St. Mary's.

There his mortal remains now repose, awaiting the resurrection of the just! The grass upon his quiet grave, beneath yon venerable sycamore, is just beginning to put on the sweet verdure of Spring; the pansies and the early rose-buds will soon clothe it with the delicate bloom he loved so much, and the vernal birds will sing over him, as he sleeps, the simple song to which, year by year, as the summer drew nigh, he listened with a glad and innocent heart.

For the Evergreen.

TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP WHITE.

BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

between the Church of England and that of America."

"He was, as he himself expressed it, the last surviving link

THERE was a chain, that bound with mystic zone,
A sacred mother to her distant child,
The ancient Church that hallows England's throne,
To her young daughter in this western wild.
With prayers and vows each golden link was twined,
And well might man revere what Heaven's own hand
had joined.

But he who bore it o'er the boisterous deep,

Lo! from his hand the entrusted treasure falls

Feeble, indeed, is the best tribute which I can ren-His aged head declines in dreamless sleep—
der to his memory, but the simple offering of affection
can never be wholly inappropriate. It is with the
humble hope of promoting, according to the gifts and
opportunities allotted to me, the same holy cause to
which his life was devoted, that these records are giv-
en to the world. And if, in the course of my story, I
have been betrayed into a sharpness of rebuke, or bit-
terness of expression, inconsistent with the mild and
charitable spirit of the departed, I trust to be justified
by the consciousness of my endeavor to speak the
truth without fear, believing that I have extenuated
nothing, nor set down aught in malice.

No more to verdant fields his flock he calls;
While from the groups that watch around his bed,
Bursts forth the thrilling wail that mourns the much-
lov'd dead.

Immediately after my father's resignation, the Rev. Mr. Greenville was called from a neighboring parish to be his successor. This choice had been made in accordance with the earnest wishes of my father, who had known Mr. Greenville from boyhood, and had, indeed, directed his studies while in preparation for the ministry. The new rector could not enter upon the du

Dead!-Feel we not his living presence pressing
Into our hearts, from memory's greenest cell?
Hear we not still his voice the throng addressing,
As when upon our infant ear it fell ?
Mark we not still his silver tresses play
Around his reverend brow ?—And is he cold in clay?

Oh, firm in faith, in piety serene,

Wrapp'd as a robe in wisdom's changeless lore,
The friend of peace 'mid every varying scene,

And meek in power as though no sway he bore.
Father in God! fresh tears our sorrows tell,—
Thou faithful unto death-thou blest in heaven-fare-
well!