on to our next resting-place. This was at the house of a very kind friend, who, though unable to take us into her house, had secured a nice lodging, and lent us her horses to expedite our work. We found numbers of children interested in our undertakings. One little boy-quite of his own accord-asked his mother to give the Sisters a shilling out of his purse. Three more little ones volunteered offerings of 25. each, which was a great deal for them to give, and at one town the children in the National School, after listening to what the Sisters were doing, agreed to collect some pence among themselves.

The matron of a small workhouse took a collecting-card, and her husband gave us 2s. 6d. The mistress of a little shop for stationery always has her subscription of 55. ready for us.

At one place we were disappointed to find most people out, but after a long walk we met with a kind reception; and a welcome rest, some refreshment, and a generous donation put us quite into good heart again. Our hostess, too, contrived to spare us the long walk back to the station by sending us in her carriage.

When we look back and remember that we have been away ten days, and that we return with seventy pounds for the Building Fund, we feel how very grateful we should be to those good friends, who, for the love of GOD, have freely given to us for His poor. friendless little ones. We did not have to pay for a single night's lodging, a meal, or a drive, and came back well and not overtired. Hardly any extra fatigue would our kind friends permit us to take, and it was clearly a pleasure to them thus to care for us.

As we go from place to place, we come across striking indications of the way in which the work of the Church is growing in all directions.

Here a large landowner has given up some great tithes which bis predecessors had enjoyed, because he felt that to retain them was to rob GOD of His own. There, a village church is found with its daily Eucharistic

service, its doors always open for private prayer, and its carefully kept burial-ground. A little farther on we find a little hamlet church undergoing restoration. In another village the rector's wife had an offering ready put by for us whenever we should call for it, and only regretted it was not more.

Yes; those who will take the trouble to mark the signs of the times may readily recognise God's protecting and guiding hand over us-raising our beloved Church into fuller life, and greater vigour and energy, than she has ever yet known, and making her more and more of a real power and influence for good in the land.

En emoriam.

SECOND NOTICE.

HE unpretending little paper written in memoriam of the Rev. S. W. O'Neill, in the October number of Our Work, seems to have found so much favour with the readers of that Magazine that it may, perhaps, be not unacceptable if we annex a few further details-supplied to us from various sources-concerning the life and death of that holy missionary.

Before doing so, however, may we just say-in answer to those correspondents who object that we have not done full justice to our friend, or to the life he led in Indiathat we made no pretension to giving an exhaustive account of either?

The brief notice which appeared last month referred to him merely in his character of a benefactor of the C. E. A., and virtual founder of one of its branches. Should anything like a detailed record of his life and labours be attempted in the future, it would no doubt be entrusted to worthier hands than ours.

Meanwhile, to those of our readers who knew and loved him, it may be a comfort to

know that GOD did not forsake His faithful servant in his extremity.

As soon as the illness assumed a serious aspect he was removed to an English cantonment, two or three miles distant, by an officer stationed there, who was a personal friend of his own; and one of his brothers in religion was sent for to minister to him. The latter seems to have been indeed a 'brother born for adversity,' and by these two friends he was tenderly nursed during the days of suffering that followed, until he sank calmly and peacefully to rest, fortified by the prayers and rites of the Church.

The following simple and touching account of his last hours appears in the Cowley Magazine for last month :—

'After receiving his last Communion our hopes again revived; he was more conscious, and took his food (milk or beef-tea) better. He asked for a hymn-book, but his hands were too weak to turn over the pages for the hymn he wanted. I showed him the index. He pointed to 299-"Come let us join our cheerful songs." I read it to him. It formed part of his Eucharistic thanksgiving. So much did it please GOD to rest and refresh His servant on His day of rest, that when I had to preach at the church in the evening, in the absence of Mr. Lapsley, the chaplain, I told the people-who were throughout his sickness most kind in their attentions and inquiries, sending him flowers and nutritious food-that I hoped they might see his face again; but it was not to be so. Monday morning found him very much weaker, and we all felt that he could not live many days longer. He was, however, conscious the whole of the day.

"Delicious," he exclaimed, and his face lighted up with pleasure as we placed before him a beautiful bunch of roses a kind friend sent him. A little later on in the morning he said, "I'm in such pain," and repeated the words, adding, "I am so sorry to give you so much trouble." Throughout the day, though often in much pain, he was quiet, collected, and cheerful. No word of murmur or complaint ever escaped his lips, nor was

his mind harassed by doubts or fears. While he felt the justice of Almighty GOD-" How justly punished for my sins, my God," he twice exclaimed-so also he relied on His mercy, with the full assurance of hope. He said, on Sunday evening, slowly and with great devotion, Psalm 31, one of the Compline Psalms: "In Thee, O LORD, have I put my trust." It was the longest devotion he was able to say aloud in his sicknessand he added, when he had recovered a little from the sustained effort, "I know that I shall soon die."

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'As Monday morning drew on, his pain increased, but his countenance was beautiful, and his eyes seemed to tell us that the veil of the visible was already being drawn on one side, and he looked on the invisible. begged us to lift him up. We did so as gently as we could, but the movement occasioned such an agony of suffering that his frame quivered under it. I thought the end had come, and we (Major Carey, Brother Beale, and myself) knelt down, and I began the Commendatory prayers. It seemed to me like that shock when the Cross, with the Sacred Body nailed on it, was allowed to drop into the hole prepared to receive it. recovered himself a little, and remained conscious, but suffering. The doctor now came -he was throughout most kind and attentive, coming three or four times a day—and gave him a draught. This gave him some relief. Very shortly after he breathed his last as we knelt round him reciting the beautiful prayer for the departure of a soul-"Go forth, O Christian soul, from this world, in the Name of the Father who created thee; in the Name of the Son who redeemed thee; in the Name of GOD the Holy Ghost Who hath sanctified thee. . . . May the bright host of Angels meet thee; may the glorious company of the Apostles greet thee; the noble army of Martyrs welcome thee; and the great multitude which no man can number encompass thee. . . . Mayst thou behold thy Redeemer face to face, and ever standing in the joy of His presence, drink of the fount of life eternal, and enjoy the beatific vision for evermore.—Amen."

'There is no undertaker in Indore, but we got a coffin somewhat roughly made of mango wood and lined with linen, without adornment of any kind save the plain cross on the top. For a pall we used a white sheet, and placed over it a cross and wreath of flowers which some loving hand had made and sent

us.

'It was meet that soldiers should carry him who had so often preached to soldiers, and was so brave a soldier of the Cross himself, to the church and grave. The gentlemen and ladies who form the choir of the Station Church sang a hymn. After the lesson, I gave a short address to the people, who nearly all came, together with many natives, and then the soldiers again took up their precious burden, and we moved in slow procession to the distant cemetery. Here the last prayers were said, and loving hands piled up on the coffin the tokens of their affection and of their belief in the immortality of the soul, in the form of wreaths and crosses of flowers.'

Another priest of the Society of S. John the Evangelist calls attention to the fact that, in leaving England, F. O'Neill underwent the keen trial of separation not only from an aged mother but from a dearly loved sister, whom cancer had marked for its own. He observes, further, that the heat of Indore was extreme, and the plague of insects well-nigh intolerable.

On the other hand, he demurs to the term 'dreadful' as applied to the daily life led by the missionary at Indore, and points out that its extreme hardness and loneliness were mitigated by sundry surroundings, such as the society of a holy, native priest, the vicinity of the simple, industrious Mussulmans amongst whom he lived, and who were preferable as neighbours to many of our godless countrymen, &c. The writer thinks, too, that the description of his mode of life was rather highly coloured by his English visitor, insomuch as his hut was made not of clay but of unburnt brick, his food was the native curry, not rice, and so on.

It may be so. Casual visitors can but record their own impressions. And, when

all is said, such details seem to us rather insignificant. The sacrifice of bodily ease and comfort would never be the Crux in the life of a man of Father O'Neill's stamp.

But whatever may have been the exact nature of the cross laid upon him, whatever its precise weight and sharpness, upon one point there can be no doubt, and this is that it was bravely and patiently borne by this good soldier and servant of JESUS CHRIST, and only laid down when, at the command of that beloved Master, he entered into the joy of the LORD.'

What Others are Doing.

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Under this heading we desire to introduce our readers to a variety of charitable and religious work which is being carried on for GOD in different parts of the world. It will be distinctly a record of work -charitable, philanthropic, and missionary-and we wish it to be understood that we by no commit ourselves to any approval of the religious views and opinions held by those who do such work. In this particular, great scope will be allowed, and we trust that our readers will understand and appreciate our motives. We shall gladly welcome interesting accounts written by those engaged themselves in charitable and missionary work. Mere begging ap peals are not admissible.

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No. I.

PUPIL TEACHERS' HOME, CHRIST CHURCH, S. LEONARDSON-SEA.

OME years ago the incumbent of Christ Church, finding that he could not get a sufficient supply of competent pupilteachers for the flourishing girls' and infants' schools of his district, in S. Leonards, resolved to employ teachers from a distance.

There were, however, two serious disadvantages connected with this plan; one was that their salaries, though enough to keep them had they been living with their own families, were not sufficient to provide them

with good board and lodging in a strange place. Neither furnished lodgings' nor provisions are very cheap at S. Leonards, and for the small sum the girls could pay only very miserable accommodation could be procured, and diet far too low to be wholesome for brain-workers. Moreover, there was a second objection in the fact that, out of school hours, these young creatures were under no supervision, and, when not occupied with their private studies, were tempted to roam the streets, or to pass the time with chance acquaintances such as their parents would never have chosen for them.

After some experience of these drawbacks, it was determined to obviate them by opening a Pupil Teachers' Home; and a lady, living in apartments, generously offered to rent the other rooms in the house for the use of the girls, and to look after and befriend them in every way. Her landlady most kindly undertook to do all the necessary housekeeping, and to provide them with cooking and attendance without extra charge -the sum they would give weekly being just sufficient to cover the cost of food.

Accordingly, in the autumn of 1878, four pupil teachers, nice intelligent young girls, took up their abode in the Home, and were afterwards joined by a fifth. Very delighted were they all with the clean and comfortable rooms, the regularity of the meals, and the nourishing, well-cooked food; and very sociable did they soon become with one another. They lived to a certain extent by rule, but were allowed a reasonable amount of freedom, and many little innocent pleasures were provided for them on holidays by their kind superintendent. After a long time, during which the girls improved visibly in health and capacity, a slight outbreak of scarlet fever in the schools (quickly checked by the action of the Local Sanitary Association) caused for awhile. illness in the Home, as first one of the girls and then a second took the infection; but the cases were promptly isolated, and so carefully nursed that they did not prove serious.

Soon after this time of anxiety, however, and when the Home had been going on for about three years, the lady superintendent-who frankly said she had begun the work when too old' felt the responsibility too much for her health, and withdrew from the house, believing that some younger and stronger lady would speedily come forward to take her place. This hope has not been realised.

The Home continues open and has still five happy inmates, but for the last year it has been under the sole management of the excellent mistress of the house, and the rent of the rooms has been paid by the Incumbent of Christ Church, out of some funds which were obtained by an "Olde Englishe Fayre." These funds (which have aided the Schools and Church as well as the Home) are now coming to an end, and unless some lady can be found who will devote a portion of her substance, as well as of her time, to the work, the Home will probably have to be closed at Christmas.

To a single lady, or a widow without family claims, the work might prove not unattractive. It involves no labour, for the present kind manager takes all the brunt of that upon herself, but by her very presence among the girls a gentlewoman-who is really such-has the power of raising their tone, and influencing them for good. She would be able to have a sitting-room as well as bedroom of her own, apart from the common sitting-room, where she would take her meals with the girls; and the house is in a healthy situation, and most conveniently near to Christ Church, where there is a daily Celebration, besides Matins, and Evensong. Fuller information can be had by applying either to the Incumbent of Christ Church, the Rev. C. L Vaughan, S. John's Villa, S. Leonards-onSea, or to the School Treasurer, E. F. Jennings, Esq., 19 Carisbrooke Road, of the same place, either of whom will be delighted to hear from any lady who may be disposed to enter upon the work. A letter to Mr. Vaughan should have on it' To be forwarded,' as he will be away part of November.

No. II.

ORPHANAGE AND INDUSTRIAL HOME OF THE SISTERS OF BETHANY, BOURNEMOUTH.

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OURNEMOUTH! Pleasant recollections of sea breezes, sweet pinewood air, public gardens bright with flowers, blue skies, sunshine almost Italian, arise at the name of England's Mentone.

Hundreds of our well-to-do neighbours go there year by year (for Bournemouth is at place only for the sick, even the working classes live outside the gates')-those to whom some measure of wealth is given, those to whom the blessing of health is, in part at least, denied. Of these the greater portion leave restored to strength and vigour, while some 'enter into rest' amid happy circumstances of climate and locality, which make death itself less exhausting and painful.

To all who love the pinewood sea-girt town may the question be put-'Do you know a charming walk along the cliffs, or amid the fir trees, to Boscombe, with its beautiful church of S. Clement's, and the Home and Orphanage of the Sisters of Bethany? If not, do make the Orphanage the object of your next walk. You will receive a most kind and genial reception, and cannot fail to be interested in the objects of the institution.'

Ninety-six children rescued from want and poverty-may-be from vice and a lifelong career of sin-are here carefully trained as servants, pupil teachers, or nursery gover

The Sisters of Bethany keep their little ones, while under seven years of age, in the rank of babies.' The care of these devolves upon some of the senior girls, who thus receive practical training as nursemaids. At the age of fourteen the school children become Industrials.' They number about twenty, and serve in the house or laundry-the latter being a very important and remunerative feature of the Home. At eighteen, the girls are sent out to service, each provided with an outfit-the cost of which is 31.

Sister A. told me a touching story concerning the death of one of her little ones, the only loss which had occurred in the twelve months.

Little Rose had been rescued too late from a close alley in an ill-drained and unhealthy neighbourhood, and her disease would not yield either to the fostering care of the Sisters, or the benefit of sea air and good food. Too late to rear the little one to spend a long life in the service of GOD; not too late for the baby heart to be taught concerning the

Friend for little children

Above the bright blue sky.

As little Rose lay dying, she would fold her tiny thin hands and say, 'Dear LORD JESUS, do bless and love Sister A—— ; please bless and take care of B——.' And so she passed away, praying for each whom she knew in my dear Home.'

This-freely, of her own sweet loving heart. Surely the seed sown yielded fruit a thousandfold. Surely the prayers of the holy innocent ascended as sweet incense unto Him who said, 'Suffer little children to come unto Me.'

The Sisters have to refuse so many applications for admission, for want of room, that they are very anxious to extend their present dormitories, and to pay off the mortgage on the Home; but are now at a standstill for want of funds.

Will not some of the residents and visitors of Bournemouth make the Orphanage a local interest, and offer unto the LORD some