And why not? And why stop at eggs? And why not every Sunday? If our God can be honoured and worshiped in this way, where is the limit at which to stop? Truly, as we have before said, wherever the flesh is concerned "the dose has to be increased"!

The Record, June 25, gives the following news quite seriously and gravely, and without comment:—

"A unique service was held at St. John's, West Streatham, last Sunday afternoon. For the past four years the Curate-in-Charge has asked for contributions of new-laid eggs at the afternoon service on Hospital Sunday. Last year 1,618 eggs were presented. This year, as Hospital Sunday fell on the day of national thanksgiving, this service was made as widely known as possible, as a unique way of marking the Jubilee. Altogether 300 donors were represented at the service, but of these no less than 257 made their offerings of new-laid eggs in person. The total number of eggs given or sent was 5,092, of which about a hundred were broken before they came to the service through the railway or parcel post, and only twenty after they reached St. John's."

Could Lamech and his son Jubal, "the father of all such as handle the harp and organ," have been amongst us to-day, it would have rejoiced their hearts on opening The Standard of 19th June to have seen the account of the "performance" of Israel in Egypt at the Handel Festival at the Crystal Palace.

When Jubal read that "the visitors numbered 16,777," that "the general arrangements were in all matters satisfactory," that the leading solo was "grandly delivered," and that "'the hailstone chorus,' and the duet, 'The Lord is a man of war,' were both finely rendered," he would probably have remarked that it was most gratifying and did him credit, whereas, recognizing that it would be unfair to expect absolute perfection, he would have overlooked, with fatherly leniency, the circumstance that "the usually well-applauded items in the colossal oratorio fell decidedly flat."

Lamech's satisfaction would perhaps have been felt but not expressed. No reference having been made in the whole account to what was on the lintels and the two side posts of the doors of the houses of the Israelites who came out of Egypt, or to the spiritual signification of anything whatever, would have exactly tallied with his own view of the use of God's words (something for man to glorify himself with), though haply his critical acumen would have preferred some plan being devised, by which, even in an oratorio, mention of the name of God could have been avoided—as more in accordance with the spirit of the age. For, Lamech thought nothing of what the blood of Abel was to God, or of the fact that God visited Cain with a heavy punishment though tempered with mercy; all he saw in the record was something on which to build some sort of theory of the indifference of the Judge of all men to Abel's sufferings and Cain's blood-guiltiness in order to justify similar conduct of his own. God was "une quantite negligeable," and His name was consistently omitted from the burden of his song.

It needed another "the seventh from Adam" to draw the world's attention to the mistake, and set them right as to these points (Jude 14,15). Yes; and the day will surely come when Jehovah will answer the cry, "How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost Thou not judge and avenge our blood upon them that are settling down upon the earth?" There will be "hailstones" then that are destined never to be made to serve as subject-matter for oratorios; the harping will be on the other side when "the Lord" again appears as "a man of war," and the "song of Moses" is once more sung; while what will fall "decidedly flat" will, on that occasion be "the cities of the nations."

The St. James' Gazette of June 4th has the following:—

FIREWORKS AT THE CRYSTAL PALACE

"The display of fireworks at the Crystal Palace last night was exceedingly fine. It was the opening night of Messrs. Brock's thirty-third season, and this enterprising firm deserves high commendation for the way in which for a third of a century they have successfully catered for the amusement of the public...Undoubtedly the most beautiful items on the programme were the clouds of myriad coloured stars which ever and anon illuminated the heavens. The tongues of living flame inevitably recalled the Pentecostal blessing."

One can scarcely take up a newspaper nowadays without finding the Scriptures drawn upon to furnish similes for their articles. They tap them to flavour any subject, just as they do the legends of Greek mythology and the character-sketches of the late Mr. Charles Dickens.

This comes from the Divinity-lesson taught in the world's schools, without the heart and conscience being appealed to in it.

It is the sort of spirit in which we may conceive them one day saying, "Don't you remember Christ couldn't produce Elijah or give the sign from heaven? He said John the Baptist was Elijah! How could He have been the true Messiah? Where was the prophet to bring down fire from heaven and proclaim Him 'God'? But here is God in His temple; only look at the fire coming down from heaven—what more proof do you want? Antichrist is God, and Pseudo-Elijah is His prophet!" They will remember "the story" of Elijah, just as they do "the story" of Joseph's coat of many colours and "the story" of Daniel in the lions' den.

"The Papacy, as might have been expected, has not been slow to make capital out of the Queen's Jubilee...The 'Pastoral Letter' of 'Cardinal' Vaughan is couched in his most offensive style: full of vain-glorious boasting and self-advertising. What greater insult to this Protestant nation can be conceived than to describe the Pope as 'the great Father of Christendom,' and 'the greatest moral power in the world.'? Would that Englishmen took pains to let 'Cardinal' Vaughan and his master, Leo XIII, understand that the black history of the Papacy has not been forgotten by them, and that, as believers in the Bible, they still look upon the Romish system as 'the masterpiece of Satan.' But, unhappily, the leading men in the church of England, instead of glorying in its Protestant character, seem only too ready to ignore it, and delight instead to array themselves in the borrowed plumes of Rome."—English Churchman, June 24.