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was the reply, "if you begin with that sort of thing you must go on with it." He was then about ninety-five years of age.

JOSEPH WOOLLEY LL.D.

J. F. B.

The celebrated naval architect and constructor, Joseph Woolley, M.A., LL.D., F.R.A.S., died on Sunday, March 31, at Sevenoaks. He was educated at St John's, where he graduated as third Wrangler in 1840 (the Bishop of Carlisle's year), and was subsequently elected Fellow. He held the posts of InspectorGeneral at the Royal School of Naval Architecture, South Kensington, and Director of Education to the Admiralty. For many years he was a clergyman, but in May 1873 he relinquished his orders under the Clerical Disabilities Relief Act of 1870. The Times states that, nevertheless, "he continued to be to the last a devout worshipper in the Church of England. He was a man who was much loved by all who were privileged to work with him." He wrote a Treatise on Descriptive Geometry, which was long a standard work on the subject.

REV JOHN EDWARD BROMBY D.D.

John Edward Bromby, who died on March 5, was born at Hull in 1809. He was educated at Uppingham and at St John's College, where he graduated in 1832 as ninth Wrangler and Second Class Classic; he was elected a Fellow, and took holy orders in 1834. In 1836, while Acting Principal of the British College, he married the daughter of Alderman Lilly, of Bristol. He was appointed Principal of Mortimer House, Clifton, and afterwards of Elizabeth College, Guernsey. In 1858 he sailed for Melbourne, having been appointed Head-master of the Church of England Grammar School-an important post, which he held till 1875. The parish at Toorak, a fashionable suburb of Melbourne, was under his charge during the absence on leave of the incumbent; and in 1877 he became incumbent of St Paul's, Melbourne. Dr Bromby was distinguished for his high scholarly attainments, no less than for force of character and loftiness of thought. Several pamphlets on theologica

subjects are proof of his activity, and one of his lectures, entitled Beyond the Grave, which was published in 1875, excited considerable controversy. Dr Bromby was brother to the ex-Bishop of Tasmania, who is now in England.

REV THOMAS HARRY Nock.

On another page is a sketch of the marvellously long clerical life (seventy-six years in one Parish) of a St John's man. Here we must allude, with deep regret for its termination, to the brief ministry of barely two years, in another Norfolk Parish, of Thomas Harry Nock, formerly Scholar of St John's, and B.A. (Second Class Classical Tripos) 1875. Having been ordained in the same year to the Curacy of St Clement's Nechells, he was in 1878 elected Vicar of St Catherine's Nechells, in Birmingham. While he was there it was decided to build a Mission Room. A grant of land was obtained for the purpose, and the day after the land had been conveyed, eight men were at work at four in the morning; they had come to put in two hours' work before going to their usual employment at six o'clock. The materials for that house, which was built of brick and slated, cost £500, and the whole of the labour was given by the working men of the Parish in their spare time and holidays. Not one penny was expended in labour till they came to the roof, when as no slater could be found in the Parish, the working men raised the money, found a slater from a distance, and paid him for his time. Early in 1887 Mr Nock came into residence at Bressingham, with his young wife and little boy, and soon became actively engaged in his Master's cause, both in his own Parish and the immediate neighbourhood, gathering together a large number of adults for a special Confirmation held there by the Bishop of Norwich; taking the Chair at, and actively supporting, the British and Foreign Bible Society Meeting at Diss; and shewing himself a very useful member of the South Rockland Clerical Society.

Early in the present year Mr Nock caught a severe chill by sitting in wet clothes during some pastoral visits. Congestion of the lungs and various complications followed, till after a long and lingering illness, most patiently borne, he passed away on Friday evening, March 15.

J. F. B.

KING JAMES AND THE WHIPPING BOY.

KING JAMES, we have lately been told, when a boy
In acquiring much learning much time did employ.
He was praised, if his lessons correctly he said;
If he blundered, a lad was well whipped in his stead.
But now, if things prosper, with jubilant cry
The Democracy shouts "What a good boy am I!"
Yet whenever the wings of good Fortune are clipped,
The same people exclaims-"Let the Marquis be
whipped!"

ΑΡΧΩΝ ΜΑΣΤΙΓΟΥΜΕΝΟΣ.

Ην βασιλεὺς, ὅς παῖς ἔτ ̓ ἐὼν ἐδιδάσκετο πολλά
Οὐ μὴν πάντα καλῶς, ἦν δ ̓ ὅτε φαῦλος ἔην.
Εἰ δὲ καλῶς τι κατήνυσ ̓ ἐπήνεσαν αὐτίκα πάντες
Εἰ δὲ κακῶς, πληγὰς δοῦλος ἔκλαιε λαβών.
Νῦν δ' ὁ παρ' ἡμῖν δῆμος, ἐπεὶ πόλις ἵσταται ὀρθὴ,
Τῶν ἀγαθῶν πάντων οἶος ἔπαινον ἔχει.

Εἰ δὲ πόλει κάκ' ἔπεισι τὰ πράγματα, πλήγματα κλαίειν
Τὸν Τελαμωνιάδην, ὡς ἀδικοῦντα, λέγει.

PRO “REGE” LEGE “GREGE.”

Rex, puer et multis solitus parere magistris,
Multa bene, interdum non bene iussa facit.
Si bene, laudatur; si non bene fecerit idem,
Vernula pro Regis crimine terga dolet.
Nunc, vice mutata, si res cecidere secundae,
Plebs accepta refert omnia laeta sibi;
Sin Fortuna negat vultum, damnabitur unus
Caecilius Consul pro grege flagra pati.

ARCULUS.

LYRICS.

Zu meinen Füssen sinkt ein Blatt.

Sick with the rain, and faint for heat,
A leaf is falling at my feet.

When it was green and young of cheer,
I had a father and mother dear!

A leaf! its life is but a day,

The spring's sweet child, the autumn's prey!
Yet this that flutters from above

Has overliv'd a world of love!

After UHLAND.

Ich will mich im grünen Wald ergehn.

Out in the greenwood I will go

Where blossoms blow and birds are singing:
For when within the grave I lie

The clods will cover ear and eye,

I shall see no more the blossoms blow,

I shall hear no more the bird-notes ringing!
After HEINE.

So oft sie kam, erschien mir die Gestalt.

As often as she came, she seemed to me
Fair as the earliest green upon the tree.

And what she said, deep in my heart was borne,
Sweet as the bird's first carol from the thorn.

And oh! when with her hand she waved Goodbye,
My youth's last dream, methought, with her did fly!
After LENAU.

G. C. M. S.

ON EARTH PEACE.

Εἰρήνη βαθύπλουτε καὶ καλλίστα μακάρων θεῶν ζῆλός μοι σέθεν, ὡς χρονίζεις.

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PEACE upon earth! No sound

Of discord: all around

The voice of nature in her sweetest mood

Speaks in the tuneful rills

That wander down the hills,
Or in the stirring leafage of the wood.

And where in wider sweep
The gathered waters leap

Among the boulders to the still lake's breast,
No harsher murmurs float,

Only with clearer note

The waves rejoicing hurry to their rest.

Deeper the stillness now,

And o'er the mountain's brow
A silver crescent hangs, supremely fair,

And all about their queen

The stars with purest sheen

Lend their sweet radiance to the depths of air.

O calm and holy light!
Befitting best the night,

And hours all laden with the boon of heaven;
Fairer than cloudless day

The meek down-poured ray

To whose brief reign so deep a spell is given.

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