judge from a visit made to Mr. Noel's Sabbath school and several others, the children who attend are mostly the children of poor parents. I asked a little girl, with whom I walked home from church one day, if she went to Sunday school. She looked in my face to see if I was in earnest, and, seeing I was, gave me a negative reply with the utmost contempt. I was urging this point at breakfast one morning with a clergyman of the church of England, who said to me frankly, "I do not think it well that the poor should receive much education in the Sabbath school." "And pray, why not, sir?" "Because it will give them wrong notions of society, and make them wish to rise above their level." I could scarcely restrain my expression of contempt for a man who, in this age, should be guilty of such an abominable remark. "Above their level!" as if there could be any level to which a child with a heart and conscience might not wish to rise, and on which, if he could reach it, he has no right to stand! The man's name I wrote in my journal on the day when this remark was made; but yesterday I blotted it out, and hope I may never see it written, or hear it spoken, until the man who holds such an inhuman sentiment finds his level; and where that will be, the Lord only knows. But this man is not alone. The sentiment which he uttered is one which struggles out every week from the public journals, and from the altars of the established church, and Exeter Hall seems to be almost the only place where Humanity can freely utter her voice.

The world over, the gin palaces of London are mentioned as objects of painful curiosity. I was more eager to see them than I was to gaze upon the stately walls of old Buckingham, or wander through the halls of Windsor Castle. Several Saturday evenings passed

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were told. Now and then would she stop sipping her gin, to nurse her babe. Two little girls, apparently twin sisters, with a mother, also came, and sat down near. They were not more than ten or twelve years old, and I looked to see if the brutal keepers would sell spirits to such children. As they advanced to the counter, they were greeted with a smile of recognition, and a dose of the poison given them, which they drank without a moment's hesitation, not even stopping to smack their lips. They returned to the bench, and began to converse with those around them; and of all the streams of filthy, blasphemous words which I ever heard flow from human lips, this surpassed all. Almost every man that approached them would be invited to drink, or to give them drink, until they became so noisy that they were ordered by the keeper to depart. One old man standing in a corner, was so drunk that he would fall if he moved; and so there he stood, over eighty years of age, uttering a torrent of abuse, and hiccoughing out his blasphemy. For more than a half hour he stood in this condition, abused by the keeper, ridiculed by the customers, until an aged woman, with tears streaming down her checks, opened the door, pressed her way through the crowd, and led him out amid the derision of those who remained. I saw a woman who was endeavoring to induce her son to leave and return home with her. Words and blows he gave her in return, and positively refused to leave. I felt for that poor woman, and determined to help out her argument, and forthwith began to advise the young man to obey the voice of maternal counsel, and return home. But I soon found I was provoking a storm. He very kindly informed me that unless "I held my jaw he would send his flippers into my peepers;" and though I did not

understand his language precisely, I concluded that such a catastrophe as he threatened was nowise desirable, as I was engaged to preach the next day. So I wisely refrained, and saw the poor woman move away, with a sigh from a heart which doubtless had been long broken. The young man remained, and when I left the shop, he was half asleep, his head leaning against a post near by the bench on which he was sitting.

The most deplorable sights which I saw in these breathing-holes of hell were those in which mothers brought their children forward to the counter, and gave them the dram. These cases were not unfrequent, and the children seemed to relish the gin as much as their parents. Probably the liquor sold in these establishments is much diluted, or such quantities of it could not be drank. Seldom did I see water put into it by those who used it, but it was generally taken as drawn from the cask. The spectacle presented at these places was dreadful. Old men and young men; old women and maidens; mothers with nursing children, and others with little boys and girls just beginning to walk; the young buck, and the old, worn-out, coatless wanderer, --all gathered in one den of infamy, to drain the cup of madness, and go forth deeper sunken and more terribly infuriated, to curse earth, poison domestic life, and render home a hell on earth! I know not but such scenes may be witnessed in the large cities of America, but I never found them. If they do exist among us, they are more concealed and covered up from the public gaze. In England, they live and thrive on the best streets, in the most public places, open as the day, and bright as lamplight and gaslight can make them. They constitute one of the dark pictures in England's history, and stain the fair name of her people with blots of shame and crime.

XIV.

REFORM AND DEFORM- PEACE CONGRESS.

England is low, and few
Wine and beer drinking

THE temperance cause in care to be associated with it. are very common, and men in all professions seem to be as yet untaught in the principles of abstinence. I did not dine with friends, in any one instance which I now remember, in which wine was not on the table, and freely used by more or less present. The clergyman, as he enters and leaves his pulpit, deems it useful to sustain him; and in this respect the congregation freely imitate him. Well do I remember the first time I preached in England: as I came down out of the pulpit into the vestry in the rear, two deacons, one with a bottle and tumbler, and the other with a plate of crackers, met me, saying, "Ye'll take a little, wont ye, brother E.?" The whole scene was so novel, and to me so unexpected, and withal so ludicrous, that I could not avoid an uncivil laugh, at the same time assuring them that I did not need the "good creature." They were surprised that a man whom they had hitherto regarded as in his right mind should refuse a glass of wine. I attended several temperance meetings, and found them of an entirely different character from such gatherings in America. The teetotalers, as they are called, are to England what the rabid, hot-headed come-outers are to this country. Instead of working as temperance men have done among us, they are violent,