Let any man prove to me the contrary ever so thoroughly--let me prove it to my own self ever so often--my heart in this matter is not thereby a whit altered.

One liked to know that there was a dean or two who got his three thousand a year, and that old Dr.Purple held four stalls, one of which was golden, and the other three silver-gilt! Such knowledge was always pleasant to me! A golden stall! How sweet is the sound thereof to church-loving ears! But bishops have been shorn of their beauty, and deans are in their decadence.

A utilitarian age requires the fatness of the ecclesiastical land, in order that it may be divided out into small portions of provender, on which necessary working clergymen may live,--into portions so infinitesimally small that working clergymen can hardly live.

And the full-blown rectors and vicars, with full-blown tithes--with tithes when too full-blown for strict utilitarian principles--will necessarily follow.

Stanhope and Doddington must bow their heads, with such compensation for temporal rights as may be extracted,--but probably without such compensation as may be desired.