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retiring, hard-working people, plain - speaking, home-loving dwellers, owning their own small farms, having little but needing less. Mr. Stowell acknowledged the truth of their real wealth, and fell musing over those words of Sir Henry Wotton's ::How happy is he born and taught

That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought
And simple truth his utmost skill.

None of Canon Parkinson's publications have been so widely known as The Old Church Clock, which although the least laboured of his literary performances, is the one by which his name will be longest remembered, and which also gives the best and fullest indications of his powers. It first appeared in the Christian 'Magazine, and was "hastily written, almost currente calamo, without correction or revision, and yet it is the most popular and perhaps the most useful of all his various publications, extending to at least twenty-two separate volumes and tractates."* Belonging to the same class of fiction as the Vicar of Wakefield, there is probably, after that charming novel, no work in the language so simple and so graceful as the Old Church Clock. There is a tenderness of disposition and a strength of character shown in it eminently characteristic of its author. It shows also his love of a primitive and earnest form of worship, his deep devotion to all that is natural and pure. We can see his admiration of the charming scenery in which his characters live and move and have their being, and his affection for the simple-minded, honest people round whom the interest of the story centres. The book is dedicated to William Wordsworth, very appropriately since Robert Walker, to whom it chiefly relates, has been immortalized by the poet :The great, the good,

The well-beloved, the fortunate, the wise,

These titles emperors and chiefs have borne,

Honour assumed or given: and him the "Wonderful,"
Our simple shepherds, speaking from the heart,

Deservedly have styled.

Pilgrims to Seathwaite Chapel, embosomed in the valley of the Duddon, will remember with what singular appropriateness God and nature had adapted Wonderful Walker's ministrations to Alpine scenery as rugged and grand as his own character.

* Canon Raines.

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This period of the canon's life was that of the greatest activity, both within and without the Old Church. There never was a more cheery presence in a cathedral stall. Even in his not infrequent encounters with Dean Herbert there was more of humorous badinage than of serious disagreement. The Hon. and Rev. William Herbert was noted not only for his scholarship, but for his staunch Whiggism. He did not sympathise with Parkinson's school in theology, as his frequent onslaughts upon the Fathers witnessed. After Dean Herbert had made an attack in one of his sermons upon Tertullian, Parkinson said to him with playful satire: "Well, Mr. Dean, Betty Jones" (a poor old woman who was a regular attendant)" will never care to read Tertullian again after your attack and exposure of his character." There is another good story which shows how the canon was extinguished by the dean. In the absence of the dean, the candles were for some reason removed from the candlesticks upon the altar. Of this puzzle he sought an explanation. "Parkinson, how is it that when I am here I always find the candles in their sticks, and when I return I always find them gone ?"—" Well, Mr. Dean, it is very natural; when you are away the light is gone.”—“Oh, I see, and I leave the sticks behind me."

Canon Parkinson had a particular esteem and reverence for those ancient members of the congregation of the Old Church who linked together the present and the past. Of one of these he has left a vivid sketch :

This zealous race of grey-headed members of the "Old Church" is, thank God, not yet extinct. One of the last conversations I had with the old man

is too interesting not to be recorded. He had just parted with another old man, not very unlike himself, on Blackfriars Bridge, who was walking along with an umbrella under his arm, and a parcel in one hand and a band-box in the other. I knew him to be a faithful member of the "Old Church" congregation, and had long been anxious to ascertain his history. "Ah!" said he, "his history is worth knowing. He owes his education entirely to the noble foundation of Chetham's Hospital, and has sat for many a day in those beautiful ranks of "Blue boys" which form so great an ornament to our (now) cathedral. He afterwards became a chorister, and on the failure of his voice entered into a humble business as a rectifier of spirits. In that occupation, and in an obscure corner of the town, he has continued from that day to the present. But Providence has blessed his labours and changed his means, but not his habits. He is never absent from his church, and has never altered his dress. Now you are aware that there is no monument to the memory of

the founder-Humphrey Chetham. Though the nobility and gentry of the county have had all along the management of his benefactions, yet they have done nothing to perpetuate the name of their patron. Like Moses, "No man knoweth of his burial-place unto this day!" This neglect had long been a subject of general remark, till at last one of our good old Fellows—(they are now nicknamed canons, but I like the good old name; it reminds me of men and days gone by)-preached on the subject in one of their anniversary sermons to his memory. There was one auditor on the occasion touched by the appeal, and my old friend P—, who still carries band-boxes and parcels, subscribed the sum of one thousand pounds for a monument to his benefactor! Ye gentlemen, who wear Stubbs's broadcloth and Nichols's paletots, do not despise us old fellows who wear spencers and gaiters."

Worthy George Pilkington has some years since retired to rest, but his bright and cheery presence will long be remembered. He has left behind a high example and an unblemished name. The window behind the Chetham monument on the north-east side of the chancel, and the two windows on the south side of the chancel were placed there by the munificence of the once poor blue-coat boy. The former has the initials G. P. in the corner, and along the base this inscription: Nat. 1580; In Memoriam Humfred: Chetham-ob. 1653. The figures represent Faith, Hope, and Charity. The date is 1853. The south windows have the initials of the donor, and are dated 1858 and 1859 respectively. They are inscribed To the Glory of God, by a former Chorister of this Church.

In the summer of 1846 the Earl of Lonsdale appointed the canon Principal of St. Bees College. This election had the almost unanimous approval of the entire bench of bishops. Of this period of his life an interesting memorandum has been placed at our disposal, by one who has succeeded him as theological lecturer at St. Bees, and as canon of Manchester.

When he was appointed by Lord Lonsdale Principal of St. Bees College (1846) a report, either still lingering at St. Bees from the time when he was lecturer there or gathered from his Manchester life, went round of a literary habit of his "never to pass a day without composing a line."

As a companion his easy conversation was full of general stores and personal memories which gave a special charm to his intercourse, whether in official deliberations with the college staff, in a rambling walk for which in his days of strength he was ever ready, or at the social table. He frequently asserted to the writer that his mind was educated and his studies ruled by his regular reading of the Church of England Quarterly Review. He strongly recommended it to all young clergymen, and churchmen generally, as a safe guide on Church and State. His tastes lay mostly amongst both the copious Divines and the literary galaxy of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

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