I took the trouble to read Dr. Coulton’s book, and gave reasons why the author was not to be trusted. Dr. Coulton, it seems plain, did not read my review; otherwise he would not have wandered away to tell US about ‘ the station-master’s wife near London ’ and the ‘golden wedding of Mrs. C’s father at X.’ For these things are not evidence.

But I wish Dr. Coulton would study the history of the agricultural labourer in England in the nineteenth century.

JOSEPH CLAYTON.

A Z Y M E SZNCERZTATZS

0 goe my soul and worship where Thy Phmnix in His ashes lies With sorrow-sweetened love repair And fain heart-heavye eyes. And if thou have noe spice Nor unguent rare of price One thing is thine, than spikenard dear A gem of gems, a tear.

Tears ne’er be out of season here Noe, nor in vain.

When Magdalen let melt Her petall’d eyes, she felt Each drop was precious gain.

A day to weep on, Jesu, this of Thine! On dews like these shall shine Our crav’d eternal Orient divine.

(From Richard Crashaw’s Latin Epigrams.) JOHN 0’ CONNOR.