FROM A CORRESPONDENT much “worked up with a fancy that Tait, elected Archbishop of Canterbury, had not , I know of none to be compared in value 001 Cor 166 (29) ist from tobell or in sound doctrine with the very worst a National Trust sign marking the version of David's Psalms. Every Hymn to Vicarage Cliff-and so to that I ever read is more or less tainted awker's hut, which he constructed of with unsoundness in thought or in expreswreckwood saved from the beach below. sion. Besides, how they utterly destroy uniformity—the great object of our Church The top of Hennacliff, “king of and State ! Cornish headlands ”, frowns above, and HARVEST FESTIVAL 1959: beneath are those deadly rocks. Here, ided in the hut between, the vicar composed Yet in the whole church there cannot be much of The Quest of the Sangraal and have been a priest less uniform in his prac- tices and more idiosyncratic than R. S. Hawker. He is often remembered chiefly for his 1843 inauguration (or revival ?) of the Lay, a strong vassal at his master's gate, harvest festivals, but these services, though And, like a drunken giant, sobb’d in sleep. now very widespread and attracting the largest country congregations of the year, are regarded by the stricter kinds of church people as a rather dubious developmentthe holiday resorts and time is allowed for sion a walk to the cliffside. Hawker, who died ayol a kind of popular “frill not known to halt in 1875, might have grinned a little sourly. the Book of Common Prayer. Hawker served not only the first or most northerly of Cornish churches but also Welcombe, the last in North Devon. On cient in self-esteem, An eccentric indivi- | Sundays he would ride from one to the other. It is still a lonely land, one dualist, he liked to throw around his weight suspects little changed except as to road (or rather his opinions) and sometimes in surfaces. later life he stated clearly that ne should Once, when he was returning from Wel have |