At home, in spring the lovely violet was to be found in garden, orchard, and grove, and parties were formed to hunt over the country for primroses, and all sorts of early wild flowers. Then there was making the nosegays, and dividing the flowers amongst them; and making crowns for the children of the party, and the poor idiot brother. Here there were long and tedious formal walks through the garden, attended by Nurse, and superintended by Lady Bloomfield. At home in the summer, there were pleasant walks in shady places, and bowers in the garden where one could sit and work or read as one pleased. Here were dreary rides in the carriage with Nurse and the children. At home in the autumn, there was seeking for blackberries and other wild fruits. Here there was fruit from the garden; but no wild wanderings, as Harriet and her poor brother had been accustomed to enjoy. These thoughts passed through her mind much more quickly than I have written them, or you can read them, while she lay in her little bed, in her dreary room. But she is suddenly roused from her reverie-a knock is heard at the door-it is the well known call. A servant's voice cries out 'Seven o'clock, Miss,' in anything but a pleasant tone. It was Anne, the sourest and ugliest of the housemaids. Harriet immediately gave a response, and Anne's heavy, lumbrous steps were heard going up stairs to the nursery to awaken the children also. At half-past seven, all parties met in the schoolroom, where she had restored the long neglected duty of daily prayer, recommenced by a former governess. At 8 o'clock breakfast was commenced, and in half an hour the lessons began. Charlie is unnecessarily stupid over his Geography; he will declare that the Red Sea was on the coast of Italy. This difficulty, however, is at length got over, and the rest of the school time passes on smoothly, until two o'clock, when the children's dinner-time is come. This afternoon they were to have a holiday, as there was to be a grand dinner party, and the children, they thought, might be useful in hanging up the evergreens with which the rooms were to be ornamented. Harriet presided over this employment,-Lady Bloomfield being in her room, resting herself for the fatigues of the evening. After the rooms were arranged, she retired, thinking that then at least she might rest her weary, aching head and heart. But she was interrupted by the appearance of a messenger to say that her Ladyship wished her to come and sing to the company, as she did not feel equal to the task, as she had only just recovered from a fit of hysterics. These and fainting fits were of frequent occurrence, and as Harriet was only a governess, and had naturally a fine and clear voice, her feelings were never considered, but were expected to be in accordance with her Ladyship's wishes at all times. She was only a governess, and even the servants thought little of her, and felt themselves of more importance, and that they stooped to serve her. So she roused herself, and dressed herself in her best to oblige one whose affected friendliness and condescension offended her at every turn. (To be continued). To the Editor of the Church Warder. SIR, I received the CHURCH WARDER on the 3rd inst. and, on viewing its contents, was much surprised by seeing the Deaf Poet had found a friend; but, as through hard labour and want of time to write all that I should wish to write to you, to thank you for your suggestion therein, Sir, be pleased to accept my best wishes for your welfare, both body and soul; and I shall daily remember you at the throne of grace; for whether it be hay or harvest, I daily have family worship, by reading a chapter and extemporary prayers thereon. Blessed be the Lord. He heareth the prayers of the poor, and blessed be His name; whose name by my poetry, I strive to glorify-that, I wish to be my 'one motive.' Sir, the first hymn that I composed was about midnight. It was on Moses' wise choice. It was at the death of my second child (I have buried the 'only,' four times) that I composed the first hymn. Blessed beyond measure are those troubles that make us look above this world. It is sweet to look up to heaven, as it were, and see four of my children there ''midst the infant virgin throng.' What is there on earth to make the parent wish to stay here? Nothing but the glory of God. Now, I am childless, and when I go hence, I have no child to leave behind me. Well, Sir, I wish to leave my poetry behind me, as a memorial of a poor deaf man, if it be found to forward the one motive I have in view-viz., the glory of my God and Saviour. I began to publish them in twelve-page Nos. I could sell sufficient of them to pay the printer, till about the seventh No. Then I could not scarce sell any, and to have these odd ones bound up, the first twelve pages were obliged to come through the press again; so that the twelve first pages of the first series and second series are alike. Then they vary in number (and improvement, I hope); so that in the second series the evening hymns follow Easter Eve, and the morning hymns precede Easter Day; and hymns for holy days follow Trinity Sundays and precede Advent. But I have a more correct manuscript at the Rev. Mr. Osborne's, Rector of the parish of Ribworth. I have in that manuscript arranged them according to his wish; there are upwards of 200 pages. Of the second series I have sent one by the same post as a proof. I have had 100 copies stitched, and 300 copies lie at Market Harborough in type, of the second series. Mr. Eland undertook to print 500 copies of the whole 190 pages at £20; but when he got half through them, he stated that he could not print any more till I had paid him for those already done; but that I am unable to do of myself till books can be sold. I owe him nearly £6 yet; but there is about 400 copies in all in type; and if I could pay him up, he would finish the printing at £7 more; but there is a great many errors in his printing; but I have given it over to Mr. Osborne, the Rector, to superintend them, who will kindly do it for me. Sir, you will see I have composed some poetry for children of the Church Sunday School, if they be approved. They are founded on the Sunday lessons, collect, epistle, and gospel; for with these services lying before me, I compose all the hymns for Sundays and holy days. Though my hymns are headed by a text of holy Scripture, the hymn was composed from the proper Sunday Service, before the text was selected. As I had no schooling for writing and am very fond of writing, I shall think it a great pleasure to answer any private letter from any friend, and a great honour, too, on their part, to write to such a poor deaf man as I am. Sir, forgive my writing; my hands are heavy through reaping corn, while I remain your humble servant, but a sincere well-wisher in the Lord Jesus Christ, Ribworth, Sept. 1856. THOMAS BUrgess. To the Editor of the Church Warder. MY DEAR SIR,-In looking over an old WARDER, I see you decide that 'Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon, was the son of Simon Peter.' This I consider a mistake, and on the following, to me, highly satisfactory grounds. Print the following accounts of the anointing of Christ at Bethany, side, by side, and I think it will be very evident who was the father of the traitor : St. Matthew xxvi. 6-12. 'Now, when Jesus was in Bethany, in the house of Simon the leper, there came unto Him a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on His Head, as he sat at meat. But when His disciples saw it they had indignation, etc. St. John xii. 1-8. "Then Jesus, six days before the Passover, came unto Bethany Then saith one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, which should betray Him, etc. 'Martha served,' The miracles, of course, are the same. St. John says, but evidently on behalf of the host-(she was very fond of serving). Lazarus would not have been said specially to have been one of them that sat at the table with him,' if the house had been that of Martha and himself. Is it not more than probable from this, that Judas was the son of Simon (not 'Peter,' but) the leper? Oxon, Oct. 11th, 1856. I remain, my dear sir, NOTES TO THE ABOVE. It is no slur upon St. Peter's character as a man, or as an apostle, that he had a bad son, if Judas Iscariot was his son, which seems highly probable from the gospel of St. John, who is the only one of the sacred writers who notices the circumstance. The first time that Judas is called the son of Simon is in the 71st verse of the sixth chapter of St. John's gospel. It occurred after the conversation with St. Peter, when our Lord asked the Twelve whether or not they also would, like the Capernaites, go back and walk no more with Him. 'Then Simon Peter answered Him, To whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal life. And we believe and are sure that thou art that Christ, the son of the living God. Jesus answered them, Have I not chosen you Twelve, and one of you is a devil. He spake of Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon; for he it was that should betray Him, being one of the Twelve.' Peter is usually called Simon by the writers of the gospel; for it was not until Jesus had ordained the Twelve that he is called Simon Peter, when our Lord gave him the additional name of Peter; and at that conversation St. John's remark alluded to Simon Peter, of whom he had just been speaking, and to whom our Lord had addressed the preceding discourse. There were two suppers at Bethany; the first was in the house of Lazarus, and the second in that of Simon, the leper, where Lazarus was a guest. At this supper the evangelist a second time calls him, 'Simon's son;' and as it appears that Simon Peter was the father alluded to in the sixth chapter, so now we must conclude the same Simon Peter is meant in the twelfth chapter and fourth verse. Again, chap. xiii. ver. 2, St. John says, 'And supper being ended, the devil, having now put into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, to betray Him.' Then Jesus washed the disciples' feet, beginning probably with Judas, and ending with Peter, who beckoned to St. John to ask which of them was the traitor; and he was informed that it was he to whom the sop should be given. 'And when Jesus had dipped the sop, he gave it to Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon, the same Simon, apparently, that asked the question by beckoning, and who is after that always called Simon by our Lord. His near connexion with Judas may have been one of the causes of Peter's having taken the initiative in filling up the vacant bishopric of Judas, before the descent of the Holy |