The person in whose name this wrong has been done, is an Antiquarian, a Scholar, and a Gentleman, and could he see the effect of a too easy compliance with the representations of others, or could he know the pain he has inflicted, we are assured he would most deeply regret this wanton desecration. But filling the exalted situation he does, this offers no excuse for even passively tolerating an act, disgraceful alike to every one connected with it. In the Heads of the Church, we look for, and we have a right to find, protectors not despoilers, of the ancient monuments of piety and veneration which adorn our Land. It is their duty to see with their own eyes, and deferentially to consider the feelings of the public, and not to leave that public to the Vandalism of their dependants.

Let us hope that there is somewhere a Power yet in existence to which we may appeal, and let us hope that our appeal will not be made in vain,

"Tandem resurge, et hostium superbiam
Compesce perde funditùs

Hostes protervos, qui tuum sacrarium
Manu nefandâ polluunt."

THE END.

W. F. Pratt, Printer. Howden.

L'Envoye.

On the lone Moor, alike remote
From human joy and care-
Thy faithful spirit fans my cheek,
And tells me Thou art there.

O'er the wide Sea when darkness rests,
Or evening's golden glare-
Thy watchful spirit murmuring low,
Assures me Thou art there.

When the pale Moon stoops from her cloud,
Mov'd by a lover's prayer-
Her sweet beam like thy sweeter eyes,
Points to Thy spirit there.

In smiles, in tears-by day, by night-
Mid danger and despair-

In heaven, on earth-in life, in death-
Thou wilt be ever there.