assured of returning peace and prosperity among our Wesleyan brethren :

"The recollections of my late visit to the United States and Canada, and of the friendly intercourse which I was permitted to enjoy, are very grateful to me. My friends scem sometimes to be amused with my American predilections. But they call them forth by invitations to me, that I would give what is now currently called my American narrative. I have already given it in public not fewer than six or seven times, and have yet other times to come. Next to the occasion when Mr. Jobson and I made our report to the conference, amidst a scene of great animation, my own mind dwells on a Monday evening, when, in my native city of Lincoln, after happy Lord's day services, I addressed a large assembly, and entered into details at considerable length. But this you may ascribe, in part at least, to that indomitable attachment which an Englishman is almost proverbially said to feel to the place of his birth and early years.

"As far as my observation extends, and I have visited many parts of England since my return, things assume a very encouraging aspect among us. Peace prevails throughout the connection, with but few, indeed scarcely any, exceptions; and, with peace, some good degree of prosperity. So I trust it will continue to be in the United States, notwithstanding all that may have lately arisen in various political movements. Accept of my thanks for your valuable record of the 'Life and Times of Bishop Hedding.' How well I remember that excellent man! He was in Boston when Mr. Reece and I arrived at that city, in the spring of 1824. I was present when he was consecrated to the Episcopal office."

ACCORDING to our usual distribution of matter, the following would fall into the department of Notes and Queries. But as it has a somewhat personal bearing, we prefer to place it among our "excerpta," and answer it here: "I perceive that many of our divines who are honored with the D. D., drop the prefix 'Rev.,' while they retain the more honorary title. Others, and among them yourself, retain the 'Rev. :' which is right? and what reasons may be assigned for either choice?" The reason why we can not, under any circumstances, give up the "Rev.," is; it is the title conferred upon us by the Church of Jesus Christ, when she deemed that the Lord had called us to the work of the ministry, and officially set her seal upon that judgment. It is the special designation of those set apart for the work of the ministry; and as such, it is infinitely higher and dearer than any title any college or university could bestow. Should we cease from the functions of the ministry, which by the grace of God we never intend to do, we shall then drop the "Rev.;" but not till then. We would also add that

the official or dignatorial-to coin a word-title of D. D, does not necessarily imply that the possessor is a "Rev." in the sense of minister, as that dignity, though rarely

bestowed upon others, is not restricted to clergymen. Hence there is propriety in the retention of both titles. THE following "paper to the editor" had its origin in a mishap that often occurs in our office-the rejection of a poem; at least, we infer this, though we have no recollection of it. But we are so much pleased with the "paper," that we will not withhold it from our readers:

"Having by you been graciously introduced, and from time to time kindly acknowledged in the poet's leaf of your queenly book, you will not think strange perhaps

if I have come to consider myself within the line of the regular succession-of poets I mean. It may be I have offered gold sometimes which could not bear all the chemical testings; but then to think my late long poem should so far have lost its identity as not to be allowed the company of its plebeian friends, even in banishment, but had its name poked away with 'rejected' articles! Why, Mr. Editor, I am surprised you could not discover at least some of the muse's footprints, if it had only been that each line commenced with a capital and ended with a jingle; and this ought, I am sure, to have given it a place with its kith and kin in their humble exile to 'the pigeon-hole.' Now, I have no doubt but the pigeons there are all literary; and of course have no objection to their picking my production. I am not one of the 'dying to know if my pieces are coming out; but am right glad when I do see them if it is only to pick them out of the dead list.

"I confess that I never have such poetic flights as to lose sight of the housekeeper's economy; but I do assert that I am, nevertheless, visited by the muse-yes, it is the real goddess herself. I know her by the grace and beauty of her appearance, and the pleasant atmosphere all around her. 'Tis true she seldom finds me disengaged; and I am sorry that I can not pay her more of the attentions bestowed upon others. But, then, amid the din of all, I do now and then get views of her, and am refreshed by the fanning of her wings, though I may not always catch the sweet words she would be telling me. She is an old acquaintance of mine. I remember her away back into childhood, so witching and winning, and wish now that I had spent all my days with her. But, even now, if I should sometimes make a little mistake in reflecting her inspirations, I don't mean that any thing shall pass between us."

WELL, here is another, which will answer for a supplement to the above. The fair author will find herself more fortunate in her last effort: "How cruel editors are! More than a year has elapsed since I sent you a poetical effusion from my pen, and monthly, since that period, have I waited and looked to see it in print, or among your rejected articles. It is noticed in the December number of your periodical; but where is it placed? On neither shore, but on a New Suspension Bridge you have seen fit to erect between 'accepted' and 'rejected' articles! And then, to cap the climax, you say you have built this Bridge for the satisfaction' of your contributors! A great satisfaction it must be to be kept suspended forever! Seal our doom at once; but, pray, don't send us to purgatory."

HERE is another excerpt, combining also a little philosophy with a little seasoning of humor: "I begin to think

the editorial corps are, on the whole, very good-natured

though, for my tiny fledglings may yet fall into the talons of some merciless literary hawk, who will tear themand, poor me-all in pieces. I love kind, honorable criticism; even though it be somewhat severe, it is healthy. But from those sour, crusty, ill-natured critics, who only display their genius by the skill with which they plunge their poisoned arrows deep into the quivering heart of their hapless victim, good Lord deliver us. I love to write-I must write, even though my manuscripts be all consigned to that 'safe depository,' so highly recommended in a late Repository."

and indulgent. But it will not do to be too sanguine