placed in Saint Paul's; the Latin services, processions, palms, ashes,
candles, holy bread, holy water, and all the rest of the rubbish swept
away at the Reformation, came back one by one. That portion of the
populace which had no particular religion was well pleased enough with
these changes. The shows and the music were agreeable to them, and the
Gospel sermons which they displaced had not been agreeable.

Some tell us in the present day that young people must be attracted to
church, and that if music and pageant be not given them, their
attendance is not likely to be secured. But what have we gained by thus
going down to the Philistines to sharpen our weapons? Are these young
people attracted to any thing but the music and the pageant? They are
quite clever enough to realise the inconsistency of the man who serves
them with bread in the pulpit, while he hands out husks from the
chancel.

How many of us mean what we say, when the familiar words fall from our
lips, "I believe in the Holy Ghost"? Should we think it necessary, if
we really did so, to add all these condiments and spices to the pure
Bread of Life? Would it not be easier to discern the real flavour of
the heavenly ambrosia, if we might have it served without Italian
cookery?

And is there to be no thought taken for those who are won to Christ
already? to whom He is in Himself the all-sufficient attraction, and
these veils and gewgaws are but annoyances, or at least superfluities?
Where is the building up of the saints, the edifying of the Body of
Christ? Once was it said to Peter, "Feed My lambs;" but twice "Feed My
sheep." How is it that so many are satisfied with a state of things in
which the sheep of Christ are starved and disgusted for the sake of the
lambs, or in many cases rather for the sake of those who are not in the
fold at all?

In February, 1554, a great commotion was caused in the City and suburbs
by the insurrection of Wyatt, which had for its object to arrest the
Queen's projected marriage with Prince Philip of Spain. The Londoners
did not show themselves particularly valiant on this occasion, and the
doughty Doctor Weston--one of the most active and prominent of the
Popish clergy--sang mass to them with a full suit of armour under his
vestments. The Duke of Suffolk, whose sad fate it was to be perpetually
getting himself into trouble in the present, for fear of calamities
which might never occur in the future, ran away in ter