ST. JEROME ON EARTH. SECOND VISIT. "This much I dare say, that, since lording and loitering hath come up, preaching hath come down, contrary to the Apostles' times. For they preached and lorded not: and now they lord and preach not... Ever since the Prelates were made Lords and Nobles, the plough standeth ; there is no work done, the people starve." - Latimer, Sermon of the Plough. "ONCE more," said Jerome, "I'll run up and see and off set he. How the Church goes on," Just then the packet-boat, which trades Betwixt our planet and the shades, Had arrived below, with a freight so queer, 66 My eyes!" said Jerome, "what have we here?” For he saw, when nearer he explor'd, They'd a cargo of Bishops' wigs aboard. 66 They are ghosts of wigs," said Charon, “all, "Once worn by nobs Episcopal. * "For folks on earth, who've got a store "Of cast off things they'll want no more, * The wig, which had so long formed an essential part of the dress of an English bishop, was at this time beginning to be dispensed with. "Oft send them down, as gifts, you know, "To a certain Gentleman here below. "A sign of the times, I plainly see," Said the Saint to himself as, pondering, he Sail'd off in the death-boat gallantly. Arriv'd on earth, quoth he, "No more "I'll affect a body, as before; "For I think I'd best, in the company "Of Spiritual Lords, a spirit be, "And glide, unseen, from See to See." But oh! to tell what scenes he saw, It was more than Rabelais' pen could draw. Soul, body, inkstand, all in a stir,— He found that pious soul, Van M—ld—t, Much with his money-bags bewilder'd; Snubbing the Clerks of the Diocess*, That 'tis thought when ask'd, at the gate of heaven, "But enough of Bishops I've had to-day," Said the weary Saint,- "I must away. "Though I own I should like, before I go, "To see for once (as I'm ask'd below Just then he heard a general cry 66 "to follow," * See the Bishop's Letter to Clergy of his Diocese. + 1 John, v. 7. A text which, though long given up by all the rest of the orthodox world, is still pertinaciously adhered to by this Right Reverend scholar. At Hodgson's heels, to catch, if he can, Thus all in vain the Saint inquir'd, From living to living, mock'd and tir'd;— 'Twas Hodgson here, 'twas Hodgson there, Till, fairly beat, the Saint gave o'er, With the comical things he on earth had found. * It was a saying of the well-known Sir Boyle, that “a man could not be in two places at once, unless he was a bird." THOUGHTS ON TAR BARRELS. (VIDE DESCRIPTION OF A LATE FÊTE.*) 1832. WHAT a pleasing contrivance! how aptly devis'd 'Twixt tar and magnolias to puzzle one's noses ! And how the tar-barrels must all be surpris'd To find themselves seated like "Love among roses!" What a pity we can't, by precautions like these, That radical pest, that old whiggish disease, Of which cases, true-blue, are in every direction. Stead of barrels, let's light up an Auto da Fé The M- -s of H-tf-d's Fête. From dread of cholera his Lordship had ordered tar-barrels to be burned in every direction. |