ir names to give lustre to the occasion. It is all
very pleasant, unpretending, unceremonious, cheerful, well ordered,
commendable, but not imposing.

Now look at our Marylebone parish celebration, and hold your breath
while the procession of great names passes before you. You learn at the
outset that it is held UNDER ROYAL PATRONAGE, and read the names of two
royal highnesses, one highness, a prince, and a princess. Then comes a
list before which if you do not turn pale, you must certainly be in the
habit of rouging: three earls, seven lords, three bishops, two generals
(one of them Lord Wolseley), one admiral, four baronets, nine knights, a
crowd of right honorable and honorable ladies (many of them peeresses),
and a mob of other personages, among whom I find Mr. Howells, Bret
Harte, and myself.

Perhaps we are disposed to smile at seeing so much made of titles; but
after what we have learned of Lord Timothy Dexter and the high-sounding
names appropriated by many of our own compatriots, who have no more
claim to them than we plain Misters and Misseses, we may feel to them
something as our late friend Mr. Appleton felt to the real green turtle
soup set before him, when he said that it was almost as good as mock.

The entertainment on this occasion was of the most varied character. The
programme makes the following announcement:

Friday, 4 July, 18-.

At 8 P. M. the Doors will Open.
Mr. Haweis will receive his Friends.
The Royal Handbell Ringers will Ring.
The Fish-pond will be Fished.
The Stalls will be Visited.
The Phonograph will Utter.

Refreshments will be called for, and they will come,--Tea, Coffee, and
Cooling Drinks. Spirits will not be called for, from the Vasty Deep or
anywhere else,--nor would they come if they were.

At 9.30 Mrs. Haweis will join the assembly.

I am particularly delighted with this last feature in the preliminary
announcement. It is a proof of the high regard in which the estimable
and gifted lady who shares her husband's labors is held by the people of
their congregation, and the friends who share in their feelings. It
is such a master stroke of policy, too, to keep back the principal
attraction until the guests must have grown eager for her appearance: I
can well imagine how great a saving it must have been to the good lady's
nerves, which were probably pretty well tried already by the fatigues
and responsibilities of the busy evening. I ha