as it is certain that many of those who were drowned in that raging ocean were saved eternally (1 Peter iii. 19-22) through the merits of Christ, so we may charitably think and hope that those who are without the Church from invincible ignorance will, through the all-atoning blood of Christ, be accepted in Him, if, from love to Him, they have kept the commandments. As by one Spirit we are baptized into one body; so in the Lord's Supper, we all drink into one Spirit. It is the Spirit that quickeneth; he that eateth Christ's flesh and drinketh His blood dwelleth in Christ, and He in him. Now, the Papist, who rejects it, and the dissenter, who cannot consecrate the wine, have alike no spiritual life in them (John vii. 53). Christ has promised to raise up those faithful communicants who have eaten His flesh and drank his blood, at the last day, to joy and felicity; for it is Christ, by His Spirit in us that is the hope of our glory (Col. i. 27); for it is the Spirit that quickeneth us. constant communion, therefore, in the sacrifice of the Eucharist is as necessary for the growth and continuance of the spiritual life as our daily bread is for the support of the animal body. A We were led into these reflections, in consequence of having sat down with the intention of reviewing Mr. Keble's arguments and evidences from the fathers of the necessity for the adoration "or the worship of our Lord and Saviour in the sacrament of holy communion;" but we find that time will not permit us to do more at this time than to make the foregoing introduction to the notice of a work of small bulk, but of great research and learning; the object of which seems to us to be, to inculcate the worship of the Eucharistic symbols, as if they, which only represent His sacred body and blood, were in reality His very human flesh and blood. It is with some reluctance that we shall enter into controversy with such a man as Mr. Keble; and therefore leave the remainder of the subject of this article till another opportunity; only, in the meantime, taking leave to cite a part of the rubric at the end of the Communion Office: "It is hereby declared that thereby no adoration is intended, or ought to be done, either unto the sacramental bread or wine there bodily received, or unto any corporal presence of Christ's natural flesh and blood. For the sacramental bread and wine remain still in their very natural substances, and therefore may not be adored (for that were idolatry to be abhorred of all faithful Christians): and the natural body and blood of our Saviour Christ are in heaven and not here; it being against the truth of Christ's natural body, to be at one time in more places than one.” W. C. P. (To be continued.) PASSAGES FROM THE EARLY MANHOOD OF REGINALD MOORE. CHAPTER II. (Continued from page 30.) "ST. JOHN," said Reginald, one day soon after their arrival, "I do so long to be with you on Christmas-day, if I might be admitted to the feast, do you think so?” "And why not," said St. John. "I am so unworthy," answered Reginald, "I feel as though it were almost presumption ever to hope for the privilege." "My dear Reginald, are any of us worthy? Is it not to strengthen the penitent? Are you not truly seeking the right way, and striving earnestly to walk in it? Do not say so any more; but come to the holy table, and drawing near with faith, there partake of the holy mysteries." With joyful feelings Reginald awoke on that Christmas morning; the bells of St. Peter were ringing merrily through the frosty air, and seemed in glad unison with his thoughts. He rose early and spent some time in prayer and meditation, and, with a heart at rest, went down stairs, where he found the whole family assembled. The venerable countenance of Dr. Pembroke was beaming with its expression of Christian joy, as he gave the greeting to Reginald, at the same time placing in his hands a Prayer-book, beautifully illuminated and embossed. Mrs. Pembroke's kind face looked even kinder than usual, as she gave him a valuable engraving from one of Guido's pictures, and St. John's present was a copy of Thomas à Kempis. "It is an old custom of ours," he whispered, as he saw Moore look enquiringly at him; "you will grieve us if you refuse to accept them." Service commenced at eleven o'clock, so they had time to visit several old persons, who were too feeble to go to church, and who for many years had looked for a few kind words from St. John on this day. Reginald was with his friend, and he profited and enjoyed his conversation on heavenly things during the walk which brought them to the Church; the interior of which, the night before, they had profusely decorated with evergreens, placing over the altar a cross of snowy camellias, which now in the morning light glistened and shone amidst the dark leaves. It was a glorious building, with its clusters of arches and its groined roof, and the splendid painted windows, many of them the gifts of the congregation, and as Reginald looked and admired, he thought of the words of the Psalmist, “The king's daughter is all glorious within," and again, "For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness." The service was chanted throughout, as the choir was in excellent training; Dr. Pembroke preached with great earnestness and fervour on the joyous season, and on the great love of our Lord and Saviour, and as Reginald listened, it came to his mind how differently he had spent his last Christmas, especially when the sacrament was administered-he knelt at the altar-one of the most devout and humble communicants. The remainder of the day passed calmly and peacefully; not in riotous rejoicings, but in feasting the poor and needy; it was the happiest that he had ever spent. Before he laid down to sleep, he wrote a few lines to his mother, to tell her what he had been doing. "Mother, I have been spared to partake in the great festival; though I was not with you, yet we were together; dear mother, how thankful I am that I was not cut down in the midst of my unrepented sins, and that I have been given my life as it were back again. How I longed, mother, if you remember, to be a soldier; I still long to be one in our great Captain's army. Oh! may I manfully maintain that warfare, and putting on the armour of salvation, do my Lord and Master good service, against the world, the flesh, and the devil." Reginald quickly gained health and strength, at the Rectory; he found a kind and experienced adviser in Dr. Pembroke, who became very fond of him; one day, after he had been talking to the good doctor, he said to St. John -"Oh! now I wish to enter holy orders, and if I were to do so, there is nothing I should like more than to be one of Dr. Pembroke's curates, especially as you are to be one also." "Yes! I should like it very much," replied Oriel, "we could be very happy, and there would be plenty of work to keep us fully employed; but I am afraid that you would find it very monotonous." "No," said Reginald, "I do not think I should; I don't wish for any gaiety now; I feel as if I could never trust myself in the world again." "But Moore, that will never do, for when we go back to Oxford, there will be the same temptations ;" and St. John could not wonder, as he thought of the courage and prowess in all athletic sports, of the splendid talents and brilliant genius, which had made Reginald the idol and darling of the men of his college. "I did not mean that exactly," replied he, "but it seems to me, old things are passed away; I sometimes look back on my former life as a wild dream, and I wonder where the charms could have been that I found so attractive in it.". He was silent for a few minutes, and then said, “When shall you be ordained, Oriel?" "In Lent, I hope, Reginald." 66 "Shall you come away from Oxford directly afterwards?" No, I intend remaining until term ends, as I am going to help Dr. Audrey till then; I shall begin my duties at Alvers as soon as Mr. Wray leaves Dr. Pembroke, which will not be till about the end of September." "Then you will be at leisure," said Reginald, "I am so glad, you must promise me "What?" said Oriel, amused with his eagerness. "That you will spend part of the Long with me, at my mother's." I am sure I shall be very pleased to do so, providing Mrs. Moore would like to have me.' "Wouldn't she like it, that's all; she would only be too glad to see you, nothing would please her better. Why, she would do anything in her power to thank you for all the care that you took of me when I was so ill." So it was settled that St. John should go with Reginald to Ashby, and the latter looked forward anxiously to the time, when the year of probation which he had set for himself should be over, and he might again ask for that promise; this time he hoped to meet no denial. The vacation passed so rapidly, that Reginald was astonished to find the time gone, and he parted from his kind hosts, with a promise that their intercourse should not end here, but that he would soon pay them another visit. (To be continued.) Poetry. THE LADIES' CHAIN. LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE WORDS "LADIES' CHAIN REPEATED IN A DANCE. "Let fashion lead me by the hands, Thus sing they, who, by Pleasure led |