to my great loss. But I am not of that opinion, that it is for the interest of the church to conceal her defects; on the contrary, I think I do her the greatest service possible by pointing them out, so that they may be remedied to the satisfaction of all good men. She ought not to be ashamed of the truth, and falsehood will never hurt her." It appears that Mr. Watson's conduct obtained much notice; for he preached another sermon at Halifax, entitled "Moderation; or a candid disposition towards those that differ from us, recommended and enforced." This he also printed, with the avowed view of "promoting of that moderation towards all men which becometh us as Christians, is the ornament of our profession, and which we should therefore labour to maintain, as we desire to walk worthy of the vocation wherewith we are called, with all lowliness and meekness, with long suffering, forbearing one another in love, endeavouring to keep the unity of the spirit in the bond of peace." He proceeds to observe in this discourse, that "whoever reflects upon the nature of human constitutions, will readily allow the impossibility of perfection in any of them; and whoever considers the mutability of human things, will grant that nothing can be so well devised, or so sure established, which, in continuance of time, will not be corrupted. A change of circumstances, to which the best constituted state is liable, will require such alterations as once would have been needless and improvement of observation will demand such regulations as nothing else could have discovered to have been right. Of this the wise founders of the established church of England were very sensible; they prudently required no subscription to perfection in the church, well knowing that they but laid the foundation stone of a much greater building than they could live to see completed. The Common Prayer, since it was first properly compiled, in the year 1545, has undergone sixteen alterations, as defects became visible, and offence was thereby given to the promoting of separations and divisions: noble examples these-fit for the present age to imitate! for, as ninety years have elapsed since the last review, this experienced age has justly discovered that the amendments, at that time made, were not sufficient. I could produce you many instances; but I forbear; for I am very sensible how tender a point I am discussing. However, I cannot but observe, that for my own part, upon the maturest and most sober consideration, I take him to be a greater friend to Christianity in general, and to this church in particular, who studies to unite as many dissenters as may be to us, by a reasonable comprehension, than he who is against it." It is urged by Mr. Watson, that the church of England herself does not claim a perfection which is insisted upon as her distinguishing quality by some of her over zealous advocates. He says, "The first reformers were wise and good men, but the Common Prayer they published was little better than popery itself; many indeed, have been the alterations in it made since then; but as, through the unripeness of the times, it never had any but imperfect emendations, we may reasonably suppose it capable of still further improvements." Deeming the service ap pointed for this day as inappropriate, and referring to suggestions that were in his time urged upon public attention for a review of the liturgy, he proceeds to say, "There may be men at work that misre present this good design; that proclaim, as formerly, the church's danger; but let no arts like these deceive you; they must be enemies in disguise that do it, or such who have not examined what they object to with sufficient accuracy. What is wished for, your own great Tillotson himself attempted: this truly valuable man, with some others but little inferior to himself, being sensible that the want of a sufficient review drew many members from the church, would have compromised the difference in a way detrimental to no one, beneficial to all; and had he not been opposed by some revengeful zealots, had certainly completed what all good men have wished for." The Editor of the Every-Day Book has Mr. Watson's private copies of these printed tracts, with manuscript additions and remarks on them by Mr. Watson himself. It should seem from one of these notes, in his own hand-writing, that his opinions were not wholly contemned. Regarding his latter discourse, he observes that "the late Dr. Sharp, archdeacon of Northumberland, in a pamphlet, called A Serious Inquiry into the Use and Importance of External Religion;' quotes this sentence," Where unity and peace are There is a print entitled "The true Effigies of the Members of the Calveshead Club, held on the 30th of January, 1734, in Suffolk Street, in the County of Middlesex." This date is the year before that of the disturbance related, and as regards the company, the health drinking, huzzaing, a calf's head in a napkin, a bonfire, and the mob, the scene is the same; with this addition, that there is a person in a mask with an axe in his hand. The engraving above is from this print. On a work entitled the "History of the Calves-head Club," little reliance is to be placed for authenticity. It appears, however, that their toasts were of this de scription: "The pious memory of Oliver Cromwell." "Damn-n to the race of the Stuarts." "The glorious year 1648. "The man in the mask, &c." It will be remembered that the executioner of Charles I. wore a mask. Oranges and Bells. ` A literary hand at Newark is so obliging as to send the communication annexed, for which, in behalf of the reader, the editor offers his sincere thanks. To the Editor of the Every-Day Booh. Sir, Newark, Dec. 10, 1825. On the 30th of January, the anniversary of king Charles's martyrdom, and on Shrove Tuesday, we have a custom here, which I believe to be singular, having never heard of it elsewhere. On those days, there are several. *alls placed in the market-place, (as if for a regular market,) having nothing but oranges: you may purchase them, but it is rarely the case; but you" raffle" for them, at least that is their expression. You give the owner a halfpenny, which entitles you to one share; if a penny, to two, and so on; and when there is a sufficient sum, you begin the raffle. A ball nearly round, (about the size of a hen's egg,) yet having twenty-six square sides, each having a number, being one to twenty-six, is given You: (some balls may not have so many, others more, but I never saw them.) You throw the ball down, what I may term, the chimney, (which is so made as to keep turning the ball as it descends,) and it falls on a flat board with a ledge, to keep it from falling off, and when it stops you look at the number. Suppose it was twelve, the owner of the stall uses this expression, "Twelve is the highest, and one gone." Then another throws; if his is a lesser number, they say, "Twelve is the highest, and two gone;" if a higher number, they call accordingly. The highest number takes oranges to the amount of all the money on the board. When they first begin, a halfpenny is put down, then they call "One, and who makes two?" when another is put down, it is "Two, and who makes three?" and so on. night the practice is kept up at their own buses till late hours; and others go to the ats and public-houses to see what they can do there. At Also every day, at six in the morning, and night, at eight o'clock, we have a bell ang for about a quarter of an hour: it is ed six o'clock and eight o'clock bell. aint days, Saturdays, and Sundays, the time is altered to seven o'clock in the ming, and to seven o'clock at night, *th an additional ringing at one o'clock VOL. II.-58. at noon. Again, at eight o'clock on Sunday morning, all the bells are tolled round for a quarter of an hour. I have mentioned the above, that, if they come within the notice of the EveryDay Book, you would give them insertion, and, if possible, account for their origin. Whilst on the subject of "bells," perhaps you can mention how "hand bells came into the church, and for what purpose." We have a set in this church. I am, &c. H. H. N. N. The editor will be glad to receive elucidations of either of these usages. Accounts of local customs are particularly solicited from readers of the EveryDay Book in every part of the country. To the notice of this day in the Perennial Calendar, the following stanzas are subjoined by Dr. Forster. They are evident" developments" of phrenological thought. VERSES ON A SKULL In a church-yard. O empty vault of former glory! Tho' now so hollow, dead, and cold; For in thy form is yet descried The traces left of young desire; The Painter's art, the Statesman's pride, The Muse's song, the Poet's fire; But these, forsooth, now seem to be Mere lumps on thy periphery. Dear Nature, constant in her laws, Hath mark'd each mental operation, She ev'ry feeling's limit draws On all the heads throughout the nation, That there might no deception be; And he who kens her tokens well, Hears tongues which every where agree In language that no lies can tellCourage-Deceit-Destruction-TheftHave traces on the skullcap left. But through all Nature's constancy An awful change of form is seen, Two forms are not which quite agree, None is replaced that once hath been; Endless variety in all, From Fly to Man, Creation's pride, "Tis thine to teach with magic power Those who still bend life's fragile stem, To suck the sweets of every flower, Before the sun shall set to them; In combat, which of them shall die; Old wall of man's most noble part, Dismay'd at such a jarring band! To 'scape her foot who nought doth save These various organs show the place Where Veneration grew in grace, Where justice swayed, where man was proud Whence Wit its slippery sallies threw On Vanity, thereby defeated; Of things to come (fond fool) is seated; Here fair Benevolence doth grow In forehead high-here Imitation Adorns the stage, where on the Brow Are Sound, and Color's legislation. Here doth Appropriation try, By help of Secrecy, to gain But here that fiend of fiends doth dwell, By facts or theory, whose spell Maddens the soul and fires our beacon. Whom memory tortures, love deludes, Whom circumspection fills with dread, On every organ he obtrudes, Until Destruction o'er his head And canst thou teach to future man Of mortal life? For if the care That error may not reign for ever. There is a parish game in Scotland, at this season of the year, when the waters are frozen and can bear practitioners in the diversion. It prevails, likewise, in Northumberland, and other northern parts of south Britain; yet, nowhere, perhaps, is it so federalized as among the descendants of those who "ha' wi' Wallace bled." This sport, called curling, is described by the georgical poet, and will be better apprehended by being related in his numbers: it being premised that the time agreed on, or the appointment for playing it, is called the tryst; the match is called the bonspiel; the boundary marks for the play are called the tees; and the stones used, are called coits, or quoits, or coiting, or quoiting-stones. Now rival parishes, and shrievedoms, keep, The sides when ranged, the distance meted out, |