esque bits than the little glimpse given us by the "Traveller " above quoted, of these prim old ladies, cultured and polished, though somewhat eccentric, cherishing for sixty years after the public denunciation of their father as a Tory the political prejudices for which he had suffered.

One other minister of the Hollis Street Church, the Reverend John Pierpont, poet, Abolitionist, and divine, the grandfather of John Pierpont Morgan, is conspicuous in the history of the parish as a pastor possessed of opinions he refused to abandon. Mr. Pierpont came to the church in 1818, and for fifteen years was a very popular pastor. Then he, too, began to develop views-anti-slavery ones- to which a portion of his parish was bitterly opposed. He was invited to resign, but declined. A sharp correspondence between him and the standing

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committee of the church ensued, the matter being finally referred to an ecclesiastical council, which, after hearing the charges against Mr. Pierpont, dismissed them and exonerated him. Meanwhile, his salary was withheld, and he sued the society for it. It was only after he had obtained judgment in the Supreme Court and secured payment of his claim that he voluntarily resigned, and the warfare ended. was in 1845. Until 1859 Mr. Pierpont was engaged in the regular ministry over various Unitarian churches, but when the war broke out in 1861, he became chaplain to the Massachusetts regiment. His increasing infirmities compelled him to retire, however, and the rest of his life was employed in the Treasury Department at Washington, arranging its decisions, work for which he was well fitted, because he had been bred a barrister and had aban

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doned the profession only when compelled to the step by scruples of conscience. Mr. Pierpont's hymns combine in a remarkable way terseness and tenderness. One of these, written for the opening of the Independent Congregational Church, in Barton Square, Salem, Massachusetts, December 7, 1824, is very well known both in this country and England:

"O Thou, to whom in ancient time

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung; Whom kings adored in songs sublime,

And prophets praised with glowing tongue;

"Not now on Zion's height alone,

Thy favoured worshippers may dwell,
Nor where at sultry noon Thy Son
Sat weary, by the patriarch's well :

"From every place below the skies,

The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

"To Thee shall age with snowy hair,

And strength and beauty, bend the knee; And childhood lisp with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to Thee.

"O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To Thee, at last, in every clime,

Shall temples rise and praise be sung."

WHEN A FRENCH EXILE WAS

BOSTON'S BISHOP

UST one hundred years ago (September 29, 1803) the first Cath

olic temple in the city of Boston was erected on Franklin Street, and five years later, in 1808, St. Patrick's Church, the first Catholic meeting-house in the State of Maine, was built at Damariscotta Mills. The fact that both these edifices came into being through the efforts of one man, a French exile, who was afterwards a prince of the Church, renders their history of decided interest. The country church, much of the material for which was brought from Europe, is still standing